*Mature Content Warning*
He gave her a good look from head to toe, as she walked past the chair he sat. He just couldn't get enough of her. Married for three days, they had an insatiable desire for each other. Be it the long nights or those stolen kisses and smooches in the nooks of the mansion, nothing was enough for him. He had never thought that she would be such a tease to his normal life.
The pre-wedding ritual days had been extremely tiring and nights spent sleepless or in cold showers. The woman was a walking fire!He looked from the corner of his eyes as he saw her walk towards the bedroom. The Chance! He had grown to be more receptive now especially to opportunities like these. It was hard to spend much time with her - thanks to the fact that his family loved her as much as he did. He quickly sipped the remaining of his creamy coffee and shut the catalogue he had been looking at, keeping it aside. Then escaping the eyes of others he quickly followed her trail. He stopped in track when he heard her voice from Shivaay's room.
"Don't worry Di, I will do that.You need to take rest, you have been working ever since the wedding." she spoke.
"Damn!" He looked at his watch. He had an hour to the conference. But instead of keeping in track with the aspects and proposals of the press conference, here he was calculating how much time he could spend with her.She entered the room smiling, locking it, she moved to the dressing table deciding to take a nice good long bath.She walked up to the cupboard and before she knew she was pushed to wall and his lips came over hers. She gasped at the sudden shock.His hands crushed her waist pulling it to himself. In natural response her hands moved over his shoulders to the back of his neck. He rocked his pelvic against her. She moaned. He was terribly amazing at leaving her in a puddle in no time.
His experienced hands moved to her back to the zipper of her dress.Zipping it down he peeled it off. breaking the kiss, he heaved against her, finally meeting her eyes.She was now used to his unsatisfying hunger, and loved every bit of it. Though initially it took her time to get used to the new aspect of their relationship.The dress slipped down, and realisation hit her. "Omkara, not right now!"
"Now!" he commanded taking her lips in a seizing kiss, while his hands moved up her waist to cup her swollen over the little piece of cloth. His two hands squeezed and released, alternatively; building up the pleasurable rhythm.She ran her hands up the wall, letting him have access. The man was a threat to her thinking capacity. Once his hands were on her, she knew nothing but him, her lover, her husband!
His hands moved to her waist as he felt her tremble. He moved his hands over her hips sensually, and to the front trying to untie the thread of the patiala she wore. She pushed his hands away, and placed them back on the sides of her waist. He groaned not breaking the kiss. He dug his fingers on her now bare waist, right above the Patiala she wore. She tried shrugging him off but he was adamant. She was sure she would be insane by his torturous sensuous movements. He wanted her and was adamant.Finally, he broke apart to breathe, frustrated by her protests and the stupid lower garment she wore. "You should wear sarees ! You look beautiful and its easier to get it off you!" He exclaimed in between kisses, he pecked, down the length of her throat.
Her eyes wide, she looked at him in shock at his remark."Lemme go I need to bath, Om!" She spoke trying to keep him away."I don't mind a second bath!"
She hit him hard on his shoulder.He squeezed his eyes at her, biting her skin at the collar-bone, following the trail to her bare shoulder with just the black strap of her inner wear. The strap made her shoulders look more tempting. He nibbled taking his own sweet time while she gasped and moaned, as his pelvic moved to tease her.She moaned his name in protests, finally succeeding in breaking away. He turned to her as she took a step back. The next few seconds and he inched closer while she moved back only to fall back on the bed. He suppressed a giggle as she frowned. She was ever clumsy! But man the posture she lay in before him, only made him go still wild for her.
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Mystique || Rikara OS Book
RomanceThis is a book single takes. (One Shots) Each story is independent of the other. (Contains Mature Content)