Background: Daadi has forbidden Omkara to meet Gauri before the marriage. Needless to mention he is not the one to obey Daadi's instruction at this. Absolutely not when all that is on his mind is Gauri.
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"Om! What in the hell are you doing here? It's past midnight. If someone sees us together, we are so in for trouble". She yelled as he shut the door, his all attention now diverted at his wife dressed in angelic white. His eyes traveled down to little exposed cleavage and analysed her full bosom through the material. She stiffened at his gaze.
One. Two. and Three. She was pushed to the wall and he lazily let his desirous eyes devour her lips, her flushed cheeks, and down to those sinful curves.
She whispered his name trying to push him off. No point. The man was too strong for her.
"Gauri" he nuzzled her hair placing a kiss on her neck. "The more you try to shove me off, the more I am turned on!"
She gasped.
His hand now cupped her hips pulling her to himself. His eyes not leaving her face.She murmured something seeing his lips inch closer to her.
The midnight remained silent, while their hearts thudded to the new music of raw passion.Hot full male lips sucked on hers making her feel dizzy and confused all at the same time,as she did not know how to react.
The lips moved over hers hungrily,the his tongue seeking entry into her mouth forcefully and dueling with hers.
She gasped as he held her hands, pinned them to the wall, driving it all the way back up. Leaving them there his huge hands crushed her waist, pulling her closer to himself, to let her feel the riot she caused in him.
"Omkara" she whimpered, and he let her breathe.
His deep brown eyes filled with intoxicated passion he looked at her, gently rubbing his thumb in minutely small patterns on her cheek.
Her scarf now on the floor, her insides all mushy, she looked at him, panting.
He dipped down his head, placing soft wet kisses on the little cleavage his lips had access to.She held on to his waist for support, and arched backwards in natural response.
"Om!" She moaned.
"Don't " he commanded."It makes me want to, make you scream my name louder and do things I have saved for our first night!" He said nibbling her earlobe.
"Stop..we shouldn't be doing this!" she protested enjoying every bit of this sweet torture. Her cheeks were crimson red from all his sweet assault.
At once he parted, taking two long strides away. His scrutinizing eyes looking down at her. From the top to the bottom again.He turned to leave.
"Don't go." she whispered.
Smiling he turned to her pulling her closer by the hand. "Then Let me love You!"She blushed looking down.
"Damn, wrong thing!" he gently lifted her and settled her small body on the recliner and came over her like a hungry predator. Her hands involuntarily held onto his arms for support,her nails digging into his skin through the shirt,as his lips went on exploring her tender chaste skin below her neck.
"Ahha" She moaned as he bit her hungrily pulling down the top part of the dress. He wanted more. He couldn't risk tearing it all, he wanted to give her the perfect wedding before. He wanted their first to be gradual, soft and magical not wild.
"Sshh.." he whispered huskily, claiming her lips once more.
Reminding himself the wedding first and then the first night!
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