𝑰𝒍𝒍 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 ✎

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Maneka

"If you don't want to go down to the puja because you think it's disrespectful to customs or the gods themselves then be it. But whose to say, I can't perform my own prayer right here..." there is a twinkle in his eye, it makes my stomach coil with anticipation.

"I promised you yesterday that I will worship you next time. And I always deliver on my promises."

He dips his face to match the level of mine and then before I understand he has scooped me up in his arms, my arms reflexively go around his neck while he takes quick steps to the bed. He lays me down gently, my head hits the soft pillow.

There is something different about the electricity between us today. Last night it was palpable, urgent, needy and fiery.
Right now it feels gentle, sweet, soulful. I didn't know it was possible for the same two people to have such a range of feelings for each other. Arham makes me discover a lot of things though.

He starts at my forehead, placing a kiss on my hairline and snaking his fingers into my hair to undo the bun and comb through my locks. His grip only slightly tightens in my hair when he kisses a agonizing trail down my face, both my eyes, the bridge of my nose, both my cheeks, my lips, my jawline, my throat, the base of my throat.

The kisses are feathery. It's like he is breathing me in, and showing my body what it feels to have his mouth on it.

When he reaches the pallu of my saree after licking and teasing along my collarbone, i feel him pause.

"Open your eyes, Maneka." He drawls. I oblige. Maintaining eye contact with me, he bites on a fistful of my pallu and pulls it down, revealing my blouse. My core clenches.

He leaves open mouthed kisses over the fabric of my blouse before pulling down the pallu of the saree even more and pushing it down the edge of the bed. My torso is bare until my waist. He looks at the expanse with a contented sigh.

"I can never get enough of this." He places kisses on my ribs, stomach, my side belly, my lower belly, every corner, that is at his mercy. And then gently flips me around. I prop my face up on my hands and feel him brush my hair to one side, undo my blouse, while he continues to trail kisses from the nape of my neck to the expanse of my back. I am so turned on by this slow movements of him on my body or worshipping at he called it, I feel like I would have soaked through the bedsheet by the time he finally undresses me.
So i decide to speed up the process and pull my arms out of the blouse sleeves, letting it fall away from my body. The feel of the smooth bedsheets against my nipples makes my core thob again.

An inadvertent moan leaves my lips when he snakes his arm from behind me and grabs a handful of my breasts. Since I am still resting on my stomach, he can't do anything more than that. Serves him right.
"You didn't kiss them?" I ask, my heart hammering in my chest at such a dirty insinuation. It helps that I don't have to look him in the eye when I say that.

I hear him chuckle. "I was saving my favourite parts for later, rani sahiba." God I am set on fire. The moment that endearment or nickname leaves his lips, That same need I felt for him yesterday returns.

"Arham...." I moan despite no new movement of his. I think he understands that my body's response was for the name he just called me by because he uses it again.

"You like it huh? You like it when I call you my rani sahiba?"

He used to call me that mockingly before, so I don't know why I love the sound of that so much suddenly. But the way it's wrapping around his tongue, the way it sounds leaving his lips, is something else. It's doing things to me. Is that normal? To get turned on just by hearing someone call you by a specific ridiculous name?