Forever His

Chapter 56: Urge

Mahnoor's POV:

Shahmeer watches me, that calculating look never leaving his eyes, and for a moment, I consider walking out. But something about his challenge makes me stay. I'm not weak. I'm not going to be the one who turns and walks away.

I take a step forward, my heels clicking sharply against the floor as I close the distance between us. His eyes flicker to my approach, but he doesn't move.

I pause just in front of him, and before he can say anything, I sling my arms over his broad shoulders, the motion casual but with an underlying challenge. His eyes snap to mine, dark with something I can't quite name. Surprise, maybe. But there's something else, something dangerous, simmering beneath the surface.

"Now what, Shahmeer?" I ask, my voice low, teasing. My fingers graze the back of his neck lightly, making sure I'm close enough to feel his breath against my skin.

He tenses at the touch, his body going rigid under my hands, but then he relaxes, and his lips twitch, as if he's trying to suppress a smile. "You think this is a game?" he murmurs, his voice dropping even lower.

I tilt my head, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the stubble against my skin. "A game?" I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper, just enough for him to hear. "Maybe I'm just trying to see how far I can push you before you break."

There's a flicker in his eyes, a flash of something primal. "Careful, Mahnoor," he warns softly, his hands resting on my hips, his grip firm but controlled. "You don't want to test me."

I smile up at him, knowing full well the effect it has. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the barely contained tension in his muscles. He's fighting it—fighting the urge to kiss me, to do whatever it is he's been holding back.

I lean in just enough that my lips brush against his ear, my breath warm against his skin. "What if I like testing limits?" I murmur, letting my voice slide under his skin, making sure he feels the challenge in my words.

His grip tightens around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and for a moment, the air between us crackles. There's no more space—no more distance.

"I'll make you regret it," he says, the words dangerously close to a threat, but there's a twist of something else in his voice. Something deep, something raw.

I feel my pulse race, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare up at him, our faces only inches apart. "Try me," I whisper, my voice bold, daring him to push further.

His lips twitch into a smirk, and for a moment, I think he's going to do it. I think he's going to pull me into a kiss that will set the room on fire.

But he doesn't. Instead, his hand moves to my hair, tangling in the strands as he tilts my head back slightly, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I'm not the one who'll regret this, sweetheart," he says, his voice thick with a promise.

I'm barely holding on, every inch of my body screaming for more, but I hold my ground. "Then why don't you show me, Shahmeer?"

I can feel the tension in his body, the control he's exerting over himself, and I can't help but marvel at how much he's holding back.

I'm standing in front of him, my arms still draped over his shoulders, my fingers grazing his neck, and I can feel the heat rising between us. He hasn't moved, but I can tell—he's teetering on the edge. That same fire that's been burning between us since the honeymoon, since before, now igniting in this very room.

I take a step closer, pressing my chest against his, feeling the undeniable weight of the attraction pulling us in. My breath hitches as his hands settle more firmly on my waist, pulling me even closer, our bodies flush. I can't look away from his eyes, dark and full of intent, but I won't let myself be the first to break.