Path of her Anguish

Chapter-48

Maya's POV

I opened my eyes when I felt a touch on my head, gentle fingers running through my hair, making me want to snuggle into the warmth even more. It was Ekansh who was caressing my hair.
He is back.

I looked around. It was still dark.

"When did you come back?" I asked, still not out of sleep.

He moved closer to me, half lying and half sitting, leaned in, and kissed my forehead.

"A few minutes back," he said.

I nodded, giving him a lazy smile, my eyes lazily wandering over him, and then I realized he was shirtless.

"Why are you awake? You should get some sleep," I said, looking at him.

He looked-or more felt-hot.

I diverted my eyes away and closed them, pretending to fall back asleep.

I felt his hands caressing my nape and touching my jaw, tracing his thumb teasingly along it. His gaze... I could feel that gaze and what it meant too.

Ah, why do I feel so hot? Suddenly?

"You want to sleep?"

I shook my head in a no, still with my eyes closed.

He chuckled. Shit! What am I saying?

I could feel my body reacting to his touches... wildly. It had been deprived of touch all this long, that's why this reaction.

I should control myself. Yes.

"Hm, yes, we should sleep," I said and pulled the blanket closer-and wait.

I was naked beneath the blanket.

What's happening? How did I get naked?

I looked at him, shocked and all red. We both were naked under the blanket and so close. I know it's not the first time, but still, it was the first time.

"Ansh-"

"Shh... Don't talk."

He traced his thumb on my lips, looking at me intensely, so much that I don't even remember when I last experienced this.

"Don't say anything today."

He whispered before sitting beside me.

"I want to hug you... naked."

I gulped down, trying to control my heavy breathing.

I got up, but before I could sit properly, his arms were around me, pulling me into the hug. My eyes closed, feeling our bodies touch.

The blanket was stuck in between, leaving it the only thing between us.

He breathed into my neck, tugging the blanket away and hugging me closer. His head dug into my neck, taking in my scent, and his lips traced my collarbone, making me forget how to breathe.

My hand traveled to his upper arm, holding him while one of his hands traced the curve of my hips to my waist.

I exhaled, biting my lips, my body shivering completely due to the mischief of his hands.

"Anshhh," I moaned, biting his earlobe, unable to control myself anymore.

He bit my neck, sucking that spot and running his tongue there.

My breath came out shaky as his hand more firmly traveled up my body, tracing all the places as if he were lost in old memories, feeling something again that was never going to come back. That feeling of holding love again in your arms after the terror of its abandonment.