The Unwanted Marriage

Chapter 37

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Zayd's POV

A jolt ran through me the moment my eyes landed on her. Her open hair, kohl-rimmed eyes, and those soft, rose-petal lips — it was as if an invisible force was pulling me in, eroding my self-control with every beat of my heart. I don't know when the question slipped from my mouth, but the moment she nodded, I felt an indescribable surge of triumph, as if I'd conquered the entire world.

The next second, my lips found hers. It was unbelievably soft, a sensation that sent pure euphoria coursing through me. I began to move my lips, tentatively at first, while she remained still, a beautiful, frozen statue. I started to suck on her lower lip, like a starved beast finally finding sustenance. This was my first kiss, and I had no idea it could be this overwhelmingly pleasurable. I could have stayed there, kissing her all day. Slowly, hesitantly, she began to mirror my movements, and a wide smile stretched across my face. The feeling was out of this world, a symphony of new sensations.

I gently bit her lower lip, and a soft moan escaped her. Seizing the opportunity, I deepened the kiss, my tongue seeking entry, eager to explore the sweet confines of her mouth. I tasted mint, fresh and intoxicating. My hand instinctively found her cheek, caressing its warmth, pulling her closer by her waist. Her body melted against mine, soft curves pressing into my chest, deepening the kiss until I felt dizzy with desire. Slowly, my hand slid under her kurti, tracing the soft curve of her skin. I wanted to squeeze, to feel her yielding flesh, but I held back, not wanting to cause her any discomfort. My hand moved upward, just below her breast, my finger tracing its outline. The urge to cup her breast was almost unbearable, but I reined it in, acutely aware of how hard I was becoming. She was going to be the death of me.

Then, she gently tapped on my shoulder as she was out of breath, and so was I. I pulled away, both of us panting, our chests heaving. I looked at her swollen lips, even more tempting now, and saw tears shimmering in her eyes. Perhaps from the lack of air. Reluctantly, unwillingly, I removed my hand from beneath her kurti. To my surprise, I saw a flicker of disappointment in her eyes, as if she wished my touch had lingered. I gently wiped away her tear, and in her gaze, I saw no anger or hatred, but a complex mix of helplessness and something I couldn't quite decipher.

What she did next shocked me to my core, sending a chill down my spine. She grabbed my hand, placing it firmly on her tiny waist, then cupped my face in her small hands and attacked my lips with hers. My eyes widened in surprise. She closed her eyes, attempting to kiss me, though it was more a series of soft pecks. I almost laughed, but swallowed it down. I removed her hands from my face, and gripped her waist with both hands and lifted her effortlessly, settling her on the table. She gasped quietly. Taking the lead, I slid both hands inside her kurti, caressing her smooth back. The clasp of her bra was in my way, so I unhooked it. She shivered, and I could hear her heart beating an erratic rhythm against her ribs.

My hand found her right breast, cupping it. It fit perfectly, a sigh of pure contentment escaping my lips and hers, muffled by our kiss. Her breast was incredibly soft, like cool silk against my palm. I squeezed gently, a soft, involuntary moan escaping her lips and vibrating against mine. This sound, this delicious pleasure, spurred me on. I felt an instant addiction to the sensation, to the way her body responded to my touch. Her nipple, already hardening, became a tantalizing peak under my thumb and forefinger. I rubbed it, gently feeling it grow firmer, more pronounced. Her breath hitched in her throat, a tiny gasp of pure sensation, and I could feel her entire body tremble under my touch. It was as if she was melting into me, completely lost in the moment, just as I was.

I was hard now, a desperate ache building in my groin. The last vestiges of my control were rapidly slipping away. I continued to devour her lips with mine, and she, in turn, tried to mirror my movements, her own attempts at sucking my lip both clumsy and incredibly endearing. Both her hands found their way to my neck, her fingers intertwining in my hair, pulling me closer still, urging me deeper into this intoxicating embrace. Her moans became more frequent, more pronounced, a beautiful symphony that fueled my desire. I wanted to consume her, to feel every inch of her soft skin against mine.