Fitoor

addiction

(Maya's POV)

Somehow in the dimlit moonlight, the only source of light entering his room, he still looked attractive. The way the light shone directly on his eyes and cascading down to his face. His longer-than-usual wavy hair getting into his eyes. I ran my hands against his jawline. My favorite feature of his. I had seen many attractive men in my life, but none compared to Sahir. Being so arrogant and looking so good should be a sin. But nope, he was carefully crafted by God. I inched closer, closing my eyes as I lost control over my own thoughts. I wanted this. I was so sure. I had never craved a man as desperately as I wanted him.

As I got closer, he grabbed onto my shoulders and swapped out positions in such a way that he was now hovering over me. His grip on my shoulders felt firm but not painful. I loved the way he touched me, asserting his dominance. It made my brain stop working and pleasure was all I felt with him. Sahir was alcohol in human form, one sip and I was intoxicated...even addicted.

I felt his hands travel up my shoulders as his body was pressed to mine. My t-shirt was so thin I'm sure he felt things he wasn't supposed to. My breathing was abnormal at this point, and so was his. I couldn't tell whose heartbeat was thumping louder...was it mine, his or both of ours?

His fingers were rough, but his touch was gentle. He cupped my chin tilting my face up to him so that I had no other choice but to look him directly in the eye. Something I loved about the chemistry between us was that it was so mutual, neither of us were shy and we did it confidently. Examining the area between my shoulder and neck, he pulled his shirt on me down so that my shoulder was now exposed. He ran his fingers over it and I gasped. The bruise from earlier today was still visible, I didn't want to answer any questions...not now at least. I looked at him worriedly and I was ready to justify it, but before I could do so he kissed it.

He kissed the wound that lay as a reminder of my horrific past and the terrible men associated with it. His lips felt like a soothing medication over it. I closed my eyes at the feel of his lips, but more so at the emotional significance behind it. He then placed a trail of kisses leading up to my collarbone and neck. He knew where to pleasure me the most. As his lips pursed together on my neck, I instinctively clutched onto his hair. I rested my other hand on his chest before moving it higher and undoing the buttons of his kurta. Before I could do more, I felt his teeth dash out against my neck as he pulled my skin with it, making me moan his name like it was all I knew. I unknowingly arched my back, pressing myself even closer to him unable to bear the waves of pleasure coursing through the proximity between us.

"It's so wrong of me to want you this much, but you tempt me like no other." I smiled hearing him confess that as his face was buried in my neck, marking his territory. I felt his stubble brush against my face, a sensation I welcomed, as he kissed my cheek, Sometimes, he was so rough and aggressive and other times, he was gentle as a feather, something I welcomed with open arms.

I began tugging at his kurta and knowing what I wanted, he immediately removed it. I gasped inaudibly seeing him bare in front of me. Unable to take in the sight, I ran my fingers down his abs. It should be a sin to look so hot. He was better than my imagination. I gripped onto his shoulders, they were taught and strong, just as I liked. I could only fantasize about being wrapped up in them. I brought him closer by wrapping my hands around his neck. We were only inches away from joining lips, when he paused. His breath fell on my lips as he spoke.

"Stop."

What. The. Fuck.

(Sahir's POV)

The look of dejection on her face made my insides turn. She looked as if someone had denied her something she was craving badly. I know, I know what you all are thinking. Why did I stop? She finally wanted it. No...she didn't. She was emotional. She was a mess and I didn't have it in me to go ahead with a night of pleasure that she would regret for eternity. I wanted her the way an addict needs his drugs, but not like this.

Her eyes gazed at me as she sat up. Before I could comprehend what was happening, our positions were switched and she was straddling me. Her legs were open at my lower area as I lay on the bed with her hands running over my chest. Whatever she was wearing under my shirt was extremely thin, meaning I felt everything and I assume you can imagine how the Gods themselves must be commending my self-control.

She gyrated her hips on me and restrained my arms from touching her as I tried to stop her. She bent down till her face was above mine. I looked away from her.

"Stop this."

God, if she didn't stop, only I know how embarrassing this situation would get. I could tell she was relishing in the pleasure of feeling me turned on as she grinned, feeling my body (that cannot control its' damn self) reel with excitement for her. I mean, can you blame me? The woman of my dreams is here practically giving me a lap dance and I have to stop her because of... jazbaat and bullshit like that. What a tragedy.

I loosened my wrists from her hold before grabbing her and pushing her on the bed underneath me. "Maya...I said to stop this."

"But why? I know you want me as much as I want you, Sahir."

"You want me because you're a wreck right now, Maya."

"No. I-"

I pressed a finger to her lips "Shhh-" I whispered as our breaths were still close. She stared at me with those innocent doe-like eyes. It wasn't often Maya looked meek, but today she did. Her eyes looked like they were inviting me to wreck her, but I knew better than that. I brushed a strand of her hair and placed it behind her ear. She was so beautiful, even without make-up or the finest of clothes. Don't get me wrong, she looked hottest in her corporate clothes because it made her look sexy and powerful but the way she looked now, innocent and bare-faced could not be compared.

"You don't know how badly I want to bend you over and fuck you hard, right now." I whispered, feeling her heartbeat race against my own.

Her cheeks instantly got red, didn't know Maya Mehrotra could blush as well.

"But not right now, sweetheart." I kissed her on her forehead, it felt like the right thing to do. "Right now, you're just emotionally unfulfilled and you're searching for that completeness in sex. In the morning, you will wake up and regret this and hate me, hate us. And I can deal with a lot of fucking shit, but your hate is not something I ever want to experience, Maya." I brushed my fingers over her face. Wait-were those tears in her eyes? Fuck! I didn't know how to deal with people crying, lest of all Maya.

She clutched onto me and sobbed. I patted her hair against my bare chest as I lay down and she cuddled up to me. Cuddling wasn't exactly my kind of thing either, but for her...I would always make an exception. Always.

What to do when this stupid heart was allowing its barriers to shatter every time it came to this woman?

(Maya's POV)

His embrace felt like the home I had been wanting my whole life. Never had I ever met someone so thoughtful, so considerate. Men lusted over my body frequently, but none ever respected me the way Sahir did.

He lost the chance of pleasure for one night but gained my respect forever.

**

I rubbed my eyes as I woke up to him spraying his cologne to his half-clothed self in front of the mirror. I smiled at the thought of what transpired between us last night. Looking over at the bed rest I saw the time on the clock.

8:00 AM.

Fuck! I had to be in the office. I gasped as I shuffled out of the bed. Sahir noticed me rummaging through the sheets and sat down on the bed next to me.

"Someone's finally awake." He smiled.

"I have to leave, thanks for everything." I looked down, unable to look at him directly.

"Leave? We're in no rush!" He chuckled.

"Huh? We?"

"Sweetheart, I have a private jet...we can leave to Dubai whenever you're ready...No rush."

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A/N: Double update this weekend ;) Who's ready for Dubai?