An Inconvenient Flame (Completed)

Chapter 63

"Shall I pull out?" his voice is a rough, unraveled whisper against my neck.
"-is it okay?"

I can only manage a weak, breathless hum in response, my fingers loosely uncurling from his bare shoulders.

My entire body feels weightless, as though I'm floating, and only the steady press of his bare body against mine is keeping me grounded.

He shifts, his large hands sliding down to grip my thighs securely, his touch firm as he slowly pulls out of me.

The sudden movement brings a sharp, burning sting.

His hand tightens around my thigh instantly.

"Hey... hey," he murmurs, leaning down, his forehead brushing mine. "I've got you."

I let out a breath, shaky but easing.

And suddenly I feel a strange, hollow sensation deep in my stomach... the abrupt absence of his warmth leaving me entirely exposed to the cool air of the room.

I glance down past my chest, and my breath hitches. It's a mess. Traces of bright blood and milky fluids are smeared across my inner thighs.

Sensing the tension in my posture, Abhiraj doesn't pull away completely. He lingers, his palms resting on my knees, gently shaking my thighs firmly to relax the tight, aching muscles.

"Hey," he murmurs, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss against my swollen lips. His dark eyes are blown out. "Let me clean you up."

He slips off the bed, standing tall, completely bare and he disappears into the attached bathroom. I lie there flat on my back, staring at the ceiling, my heart still hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The reality of what just happened is spinning in my head, we did it.

A minute later, he returns. He hasn't put a single thing on, completely naked and unbothered, carrying a warm, steaming washcloth in his hand.

He sits at the edge of the mattress, his raw presence instantly calming my nerves.

"Stay still," he whispers softly, as he separates my knees.

He begins to wipe me down.

Ohh... The warm, damp cloth feels like heaven against the stinging ache between my thighs.

But my thoughts are still spinning. I feel completely disconnected... feels like I am floating somewhere, my mind feels sluggish.

"Ishika," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady rumble that acts like a physical anchor, pulling my drifting mind back into the room. He pauses the cloth for a moment, his dark, blown-out eyes lifting to lock onto mine. "Look at me."

I blink slowly, my focus hazy as I meet his gaze.

"You're completely quiet," he says, his thumb reaching up to gently wipe a bead of sweat from my temple.

"Are you feeling dizzy?"

"A little," I breathe out, my fingers weakly tightening against his bare shoulder, holding onto him because he's the only thing keeping the room from spinning. "Just... floaty."

He lets out a low, rough breath, his features softening.

He leans down, pressing his lips firmly against my forehead, holding the kiss there for a long, quiet second while his hand moves to cup the back of my neck, keeping me flush against his warmth.

"Your adrenaline is crashing," he whispers against my skin, his chest rising and falling heavy against my shoulder.

"It's a lot for your body to take in the first time. Don't try to force yourself to focus. Just lean into me. I've got you."