BOOK 1 OF THE UNEXPECTED SERIES
In a world where tradition clashes with modernity, Vaidehi is a modern-day princess bound by society's rigid expectations.
Saransh, a brooding prince with a shadowed past, one he's not keen to reveal. Despite his nobl...
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"I missed kissing you too," I say softly.
For a moment, everything feels still, like the world has paused just for us.
After a beat, we finally look around. That's when my eyes drift down—and I notice Saransh's middle two fingers glistening, still wet from me.
He smirks, slowly lifting them like he's about to lick them.
But I quickly grab his hand and stop him.
He looks at me, a little disappointed. "I've tasted you so many times," he same, "why not now?"
Of course, he has. But those times, his head was buried between my thighs—I never actually saw him doing it. If he did it now, right in front of me, looking into my eyes... I know I'll lose all control.
So instead, I lean in close, letting my lips brush against the shell of his ear.
"Do it," I whisper, "when you can do more than just that."
He sucks in a sharp breath, clearly imagining what I mean.
I bend down, pick up my clutch from the floor, pull out a tissue, and gently wipe his fingers clean.
Once we're done, we leave the hotel. As we step out, I notice the guard looking at us suspiciously.
I pretend not to notice. Saransh just smirks and adjusts his shirt collar like nothing happened.
We headed straight to the washrooms. When I came out, he was already waiting outside for me. I gave him a small smile—after a long time, I felt truly content.
He offered his elbow, and I slipped my hand around his. He mirrored my smile.
"I'm sorry," I began. "I was overreacting. There was so much happening, and I should've just asked you instead of running away."
I was about to continue when Saransh gently placed a finger on my lips.
"Shhh, sweetheart," he said softly. "I don't mind how you react. Besides, it was nothing compared to how I act when I'm angry."
