The Taj Oberoi Maharajah Suite... cont
Raman pushed open the door to the bedroom with his shoulder and carried Ishita inside.
Her arms were locked around his neck, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, a soft smile playing on them.
She moaned softly as he rained kisses on her face, over her closed eye lids, her flushed cheeks, her nose, her chin; then bit her lips as he brushed them gently with his own, dipping his head into the nook of her neck, pressing soft moist kisses down her creamy exposed skin.
His lips stopped at the obstruction caused by her blouse and she moaned in frustration and arched her back, to give him more access.
His heart was thundering as he knelt on the bed, putting her down gently and then capturing her lips with his, his hands on either side of her as he kissed her long and hard.
He finally pulled away, breathless, but she pulled him towards herself again, her hands pulling at his jacket, aching to touch him and feel him. "Let me baby" he whispered, giving her a quick hard kiss before stepping back to shrug off his jacket and shoes.
There were no lights on in the room, which was lit only by the light that filtered through the silvery net curtains.
She lay bathed in the moonlight, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from his merciless attentions. He moved towards her with haste, desperate to make her his. She must have seen the fire in his eyes, must have sensed his desperation.
"Raman" she whispered. "I love you"
He saw again the trust and the love that shone in her eyes. He sensed the absolute faith with which she surrendered to him. And he knew that he could not do this.
Not tonight, not like this. For if he made her his tonight, he would not be able to let her go away from him. He would not be able to let her out of the cocoon of his arms tonight.
She deserved more than just a hasty rushed union, so much more. The depth of his passion for her had shook him to the core, but he realised that the intensity of his love, his feelings, was even greater than his physical desires.
Besides, he knew her history, her traditional upbringing - knew that even after 12 years with that spineless Subbu, she had not surrendered herself, had not compromised on her values. He could not lead her into anything she would regret later.
More than anything, he knew they had to be together for ever, and nothing could be allowed to threaten, to derail their wedding. Not even their physical need for each other. No matter how difficult it was to stop right now.
He sat down heavily on the bed, trying to calm himself down.
"Raman" she whispered again, sitting up. "Kya hua?"
He slipped his feet back into his shoes and picked up his jacket, then leaned over and cupped her cheek briefly.
"I can't...we can't do this sweetheart. I won't ..."
"But Raman, why? I trust you, I know you won't hurt me. I want this too Raman."
" Ishita" he groaned and pulled her into his arms, nestling his face in her hair. "I want everything to be perfect for our first time. And it will be. But not tonight. You need to get home soon or your family will worry. And if we go any further, then I won't be able to let you go. I'm ...I'm desperate for you Ishita, you know that baby, but we can't let anyone find out before Tuesday, we can't risk our wedding being disrupted. I'm sorry I got carried away, I never meant for this to happen... well, yes, I did, but I know you Ishita. I don't want you to regret our first time together. I don't want ... but you are just so beautiful that I... I'm sorry. Ishita, do you understand?"
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