Falling into the Chaos

Twenty-Eight: How do things burn?

Zoya

The night wrapped around me like a silken cocoon, the cool Mussoorie breeze slipping in through the window, teasing my skin. I shifted under the blankets, my body warm, my breaths slow and steady.

And then, I felt it.

Heat.

A presence against me, overwhelming in its intensity.

"Hello, wife..."

The voice was a whisper, rough and thick with something I couldn't name, something that made my stomach tighten. I knew that voice-would recognize it anywhere.

Aditya.

Before I could respond, his mouth was on me-hot, seeking, claiming. His tongue flicked over the hardened peak of my breast, teasing me through the thin fabric of my nightshirt.

A gasp broke from my lips, my body arching instinctively toward the sensation.

"Adi..." I breathed, half-lost in the haze of the dream, half-suspended in reality.

"You're so warm," he murmured, his voice a dark caress against my skin. "So soft."

His fingers traced down my stomach, slow, torturous, setting fire to my skin.

I should stop this.

I should wake up.

But I didn't want to.

His weight shifted over me, his bare chest pressing against mine.

His scent-earthy, intoxicating, familiar-wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into him.

His lips trailed down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of my neck, my collarbone, before moving lower.

The fabric of my nightshirt bunched up as his hands explored, dragging against my skin in a way that made me shiver.

"You want this," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "Say it."

I did. God, I did.

And then he was everywhere-his hands gripping my thighs, his body settling between them, his lips crashing onto mine as he moved inside me, slow, deep, unrelenting.

I moaned, gripping his shoulders, my body melting into him as he filled me completely. He thrust again, harder this time, and pleasure coiled inside me, hot and desperate.

Aditya's mouth hovered near my ear, his breath uneven. "You're mine, Zoya..."

"Yes," I gasped.

His pace quickened, his grip tightening. "Say it again."

I whimpered, my nails digging into his back.."yours..."

A shudder ran through me, my body trembling under his touch, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of him.

And just as I was about to fall apart-

I jolted awake, my heart racing as if I had been yanked from the depths of a dream.

The suddenness of it left me disoriented, and I instinctively brought my hands to my head, cradling it as if to soothe the lingering sensations that still danced at the edges of my consciousness.

The room was dark, the curtains swaying with the night breeze. I was alone.

My body ached, my breaths uneven, my skin still tingling with the ghost of his touch.

A dream.

Just a dream.

I pressed a trembling hand against my lips, as if I could still taste him there.