Dare to Hope | Heir & Heiress #2 | ✓

♚ Introduction ♚

♚ Aarush ♚

-7 years ago-

          The wooden frame of the bed creaks with the slightest of movement. She tries to sneak out but does she not know she cannot fool me? Even in sleep, I am a light sleeper. The lowest of sounds, the smallest of movements, can wake me up.

My hand darts out from the blanket to capture her wrist and stall her attempt to escape before I wake up fully. I do not even have to open my eyes to reach for her. I could hear her. I could feel her.

With a single jerk, I pull her back. She gasps as her back is introduced with the soft mattress once again. Her body bounces, molding into the mattress. Before she can blink, I shift and throw my leg over her to keep her glued while my upper body hovers over hers.

Still not caring to open my eyes, I bury my face beside hers. That scent of sandalwood in her hair is intoxicating. I've told her many times to not use that shampoo but it's like she knows I don't truly mean it. But, that scent.

It drives me fucking crazy.

I feel her chest hitch when my lips find the bare skin at the crook of her neck and shoulder. I don't waste time with the teasing. I drive straight to her weakest spot - right over her beating pulse.

Her tiny, soft hands come to my chest in a lame attempt to nudge me back. Her voice comes out as a raspy whisper showing her confliction between her heart's desire and mind's logic. "Aarush, let me go."

My voice comes out dry and hoarse from having just woken up as I mumble a promise against her skin, "Never."

Fingers wrap around her wrist before bringing her hand off my chest and above her head along with her other one. Using one hand, I keep them both pinned there while my other takes the liberty to brush down to her legs and up her thigh.

My lips press hot kisses down her neck, to her throat, and even lower to her chest. Nibbling. Sucking. Bringing her to the brink of pleasure.

She mewls, her petite body squirming under my rather large frame. "Please, Aarush. I have to go. Can't be seen leaving your room this... oh."

I cut off her protests by pressing my body closer to her, very intimately. The muscles of her thighs clench together. I finally open my eyes to look at her with a knowing smirk on my face. My intentions are quite clear in my eyes.

She twists her wrists in my hold as if that would get me to release her. Her face begs profusely, her sparkling wide eyes calling out to mines in a request to not make this difficult for her.

But, I was never an easy person to deal with anyway.

Without shame, my eyes travel down to her body while pulling my torso off hers just enough so I could take a glimpse of her in my yesterday's shirt. All creased up and looking shabby but on her, sheer perfection. A clear indication of last night's events. The piece of cloth molding to her body seductively. Very much loose on her, yes, but still an attractive sight nonetheless.

The first two buttons are left undone, hinting at her almond colored skin. So inviting. And who am I to refuse that? My free hand reaches forward to the third button. Before I can pluck it open, she warns. "Don't."

I raise my brow at her defiantly. She has to know. I do exactly what is forbidden. And never, ever, do I back down from a challenge.

She sighs on realizing her grave error. "It wasn't an invitation, baby. Please, I have to get out of here before everyone wakes up."

I clearly understand where her protests are coming from. We were at my place. And people had a habit of waking up early. She didn't want to be spotted. Nevertheless, my thumb unbuttons the shirt. 'I don't care," I whisper before lowering my head to meet her plump lips.