Terrorized By Love [ON HOLD]

Chapter 25: Star-Crossed Lovers

He was kissing her with so much passion, that she just didn't know how to respond. It was like her knees were going to give way any second now. If it weren't for her grip on his arms and his tight hold on her waist, she was sure that she would collapse. This was too much for her to take in. Just yesterday, it was difficult for him to confess to her that he loved her, and today they were already taking their love to this level.

He moved his hands up her back and slid them into her hair, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her lips even more firmly against his. How was that even possible? She didn't know how, but he made it possible anyways.

Mahima gasped as she felt his tongue against hers, and he momentarily broke the kiss.

"T - that -" she started, sounding nervous.

"Tongue," he answered, and pressed his lips against hers again, catching her by surprise once more.

How was it that she was being taken by surprise each and every time? Why did he want to go so fast? She didn't understand. Maybe he wanted her really badly. Maybe... just maybe, he didn't get to be with a girl in a long time, and he was just frustrated sexually. Was that what she was to him? An object to take his sexual frustration on?

She broke the kiss, but he was already pulling her back.

"D - Dev," she said against his lips. "W - wait."

He broke the kiss and looked at her impatiently.

"What?" he asked.

"Why are we going so fast?" she asked him.

"Why should we wait?" he answered.

"Maybe we don't need to wait, but you - you are going so fast," she whispered, looking up into his eyes fearfully.

She wasn't scared because he was touching her or because he was kissing her. She was afraid because she didn't want to be to him, what she was to her brother. She didn't want to just be an object to fulfill their sexual satisfaction. That was how a lot of men saw women, and she was sincerely hoping that the man in front of her didn't see her as just that either.

"Fast?" he asked, sounding like he was shocked. "How is this fast? We're only kissing."

"I - I barely even felt that we were kissing, and all of a sudden, tongue," she whispered.

Aditya looked at her with disbelief.

"You didn't do all this with your brother?" he asked her angrily, and she shuddered.

Tears filled her eyes and she clutched her chest, feeling a strong burn in her heart. Why did he have to remind her of her brother at this time? Why did he want to even bring him up, when she was trying to pretend that the life didn't even exist. Had she made a mistake in telling him?

"H - he doesn't love me," Mahima answered, looking down.

She wasn't mad at him. She was ashamed. She hated this shameful feeling, but what could she do?

"So?" Aditya asked impatiently.

"H - he only wanted t - to fulfill his sexual satisfaction. H - he didn't care about me. B - but you - you do care right?" she stammered, feeling terrified that he was like her brother too.

Aditya noticed the fear in her eyes and he brought his hands up to her face, wiping away her tears.

"Of course I care," he told her softly.

"T - then w - why are you going so fast?" she asked.

"I thought that you were used to all this," he answered.