Kismat Connection♡

Samyuktha

The following content has slight intense scene and those who feel uncomfortable can skip the chapter.

"You look so much in pain, tell me what can I do to ease that pain, what do you want, Rudra?"

One moment I was sitting and the next I was caged under him, I couldn't even comprehend, both of my hands were now under his clutches and he looked at me with his sleepy gaze, he lowered himself and buried his face in the crook of my neck, took a deep breath and whispered,

"You"

Huh!

The heat rose all over my body, and my breathing turned heavy, he removed his right hand and started to trace my hand, then my nose and over my lips, he rubbed my lower lips with his thumb and now his eyes turned dark and full of lust. Heart racing with anticipation, he moved his hand lower on my neck, now cupping them, 

"This looks so good with my hand wrapped around them,"

What?

Alcohol made him a totally different person. If he were sobered he wouldn't have lusted over me let alone touching me.

He moved his body closer, our faces just centimetres away. My mouth was getting dry, and my eyesight was getting blurry. He moved his veiny hands further, touching my right blossoms. His fingers barely hovered, barely grazing me, making my skin tingle with anticipation before he finally cupped me. His grip was firm and possessive as if this was not the first time he touched them.

Oh shit!

No

"Tsk...you really don't make this easy for me, do you?", he chuckled darkly and pinched my already hardened n*pples. Though I had already worn a crop top and shirt, still his breath warm and teasing, ghosted over my skin making me shiver.

"Aaahh, no," unknowingly a moan slipped out. And this time he pinched harder, my n*pples were getting sensitive and as he was pinching and twisting them, he remarked,

"They were already hardened, I wonder...no, I bet if I let my hand slip, you'd be wet down there."

I rubbed my thighs together, he is not wrong, I am.

Those nasty words coming out in his deep and husky voice and the smell of alcohol should have disgusted me instead they sent a rush of heat straight to my core and an electric pulse of desire surged through me which was becoming irresistible with every passing second.

I tried to resist only to get his grip tighter. He first kissed my forehead then cheeks, nose, and under the chin, with the increasing intensity of each kiss, driving me to the edge of insanity.

He further lowered his hand and unbuttoned my shirt on the way, and finally rested on the navel leaving my upper body on full display to lustful eyes.

But the worst was happening, he was playing with the band of lower and if he lowered a little more, he would learn how wet I was and throbbing for his attention.

"I can smell your arousal—sweet, sinful and impossible to ignore"

His deep, husky voice rumbled through the air, each word dripping with intent.

This is wrong. He's drunk. I should push him away. But then why am I pressing my thighs together, aching for more? I had never felt like this before, the need for his touch was rising, and he was slowly slipping his hand, I closed my eyes tightly.

My body was on the verge of giving in to the temptation, no he was drunk, he didn't know what he was doing but I know and this is wrong. I broke through his clutches and pushed him and sat and since he was drunk, it was easier.