Chapter 16 Devil in a Midnight Mass
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"An image, a beautiful image, it was hard to digest who was more beautiful, her image or herself." He said whilst finding this fragile beauty in the mirror. He was standing near the door.
She was wearing red saree with golden embroidered work and her pallu had covered her long curly hair, the image of her transparent milky skin covered under blood red saree. She was watching herself in the mirror and making sure that she looked perfect in his gift. He was leaning at the door like he would fall if door wasn't there by the awe of the image in the mirror.
Her heart skipped many beats as she saw him in the mirror. The look in his eyes was so intense that she could lose herself completely. It was hard to control the new found feelings. Her every part of body was aroused with new passion. He was making small strategic moves towards her. His each move made her lost her breath. He always knew that he could make her vulnerable at any time. He knew that he could take her advantage at any time. He knew that if he wanted he could rip off her innocence and she wouldn't be able to renounce. He knew his power on her. Her gaze was down on the ground and her eyes were covered under her wild eyelashes like the oyster was covered under the shell. She was trembling with his each seductive move. She wanted to cover her body under the cover of sky out of shyness. She couldn't tolerate his intense gaze for one more second.
He was standing behind her in her room. Luckily nobody was at home. Tail of her saree was touching his body. She could see him through mirror but she was avoiding looking into his eyes. She wasn't sure she could control herself after she would look into his eyes. She was peeking at him. She could almost feel the heat of his breath on one side of her shoulder. Shiver ran through her spine each time she felt his breath. She was like a mere plastic toy- which could be disintegrated with his only one touch.
He could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest and he knew that he'd generated sensation in her. He was in mischievous mood. He trickled her back with his one finger to accentuate her sensation. She'd closed her eyes as she just wanted to feel this sensation within herself. She couldn't open her eyes as she couldn't predict his next moves. She thought world was perfect when eyes were closed. She lost her senses to figure out what was right. She was just living in a moment.
She was breathing at accelerated pace like a car was moving at the maximum speed. He was smart to push the accelerator button in her. His fingers were soft and tender. Probably the most soothing feelings she'd ever felt.
Watching her consumed in his love, succumbed to his touch and her rapid chest movements, he wasn't sure that he could control himself, he wasn't sure that he wouldn't cross his boundary. Her eyes couldn't dare to open as she wasn't sure about his actions. She preferred to shield her all desires under her closed eyelids.
He moved further away from her towards the mirror, watching her shivering body in the mirror. She couldn't budge from her place and she couldn't open her eyes out of anticipation of his movements. He smiled to find her in this condition, like drinking her every part through his eyes.
She could sense he was away from her, she was surprised. She opened her eyes slowly like scanning each single thing on her way and finally she saw him standing near mirror watching her. His eyes were still intense filled with desire to make her his own. She couldn't stir from her place. His eyes were still on her. He was scanning her every part of body with his intense gaze. He ran his fingers on mirror reflecting his touch on her body. His fingers were moving on her reflection. His fingers were moving on every part of her reflection. She shuddered by his reflection touch. She let out the sigh and closed her eyes again as she didn't have any courage. She was also losing her control. He was driving her crazy and he enjoyed it. He knew his power. He could make her vulnerable in his love. She could cross any horizon. Love was always intense when it was filled with the game of power. Knowingly or unknowingly, power was always the part of love.
Watching her shivering with his invisible touch, he lost the last sense he had. He ran towards her and pressed his hard lips on hers. She was moaning with his touch. She was out of breath but he didn't let her lips go. He was forcing his lips crazily on hers like each second without her lips was useless. He sensed her out of breath state and he gave her a second to recover. Again he jumped on her lips and this time she responded to his needs. She felt the most enchanting moment of her life. It was like the most soothing music. Her lips were like the soft rose petals and his lips were like the smell of roses. Both couldn't be apart. Their hearts were beating in complete synchronization. A shiver ran down her spine as he trickled her body with his touch. Her hands were moving in his hairs to hold him tight in her hug so that kiss wouldn't break. His one hand was circled around her neck and other hand was moving on her back, trying to reach out to the restricted area. His fingers were trying to enter back of her blouse. She moaned to stop him but he couldn't listen to anything at this eternal moment. He induced pandemonium in her entire being by his touch. Her each delicate muscle revitalized by his touch. She choked up with uncontrollable emotions. Finally she broke the kiss and she was panting densely.
As she broke the kiss, and letting a sigh go from her mouth, it was most sensuous moment to watch for him. Her panting, rise and fall of her chests were enough to make a next move.
He moved slightly to face her back. His chest and her back were touching each other like two magnets were connecting. Her soft skin was against his hard chest. He moved her hair on one side of her shoulder, she automatically tilted her other shoulder to give him more room. He kissed on her neckline, and shoulder. He was trailing kisses down to her hand from shoulder like stamping each corner of her arms. Her eyes were closed and her senses were sealed. She wasn't able to think anything. She was just flowing with the moment. Once her hand and fingers stamped with his kisses, he again faced her back and trailed kisses on her ear lobe. She whispered his name "Maan, please''''''.." He could feel her starvation for his love. His each droplet of blood was screaming with satisfaction ' satisfaction from his power. He was tracing kisses on her back ' the open part which wasn't covered by her blouse. She knew she could melt by his sheer touch. His hands covered her waist with a jerk from the back and made her closer. She rested her head on his one side of shoulder giving him an access of other side of her shoulder. He traced his fingers around her half neck line. He slightly pushed the pallu of her saree away using his teeth. She couldn't take it; she stopped him before she could lose herself completely. It was so much to handle for her and she moved instantly away from him. She broke the trance of their eternal moment.
For a moment, it was an awkward silence as both weren't sure what just happened. They smiled lightly while retrieving that moment again in their mind.
She didn't know what got into hers, at the very moment, but his smile, his lustful eyes and his scent made her lost her decency. She ran towards him and without thinking anything, she reached out to his lips. He was shocked, he wasn't ready to see her devil side but he was happy as power game had shifted to her now. It was always challenging to decide in the game of power that receiver had more power or giver had more power. What could be better than this that she wanted him more than anything else? He was trying to control his urge and desire but she opened the door to the different world for him.
He didn't waste a single second and invaded her mouth like it was an ocean with different length of waves. She grabbed him from his hair and he grabbed her from her back. When they ran out of air, they broke from this divine embrace of lips. It was the kiss which was marked on them through their blush. It was the memorable moment for both of them. It was the response to their soul. Their bodies were like magnetic clasp which responded each other without reaching to their senses.
It was the day when he gifted her saree, a very first gift from him. She was on cloud nine. It was her first gift from him. He insisted her to wear it. It was the remarkable moment of their relation. After sharing this wonderful moment, they had to leave. Night was stopped there, waiting for more to come in their life.
That night, both couldn't sleep. This beautiful moment reverberated in their minds for entire night. She could still feel the tender touch of his lips on hers. She had to pinch herself to make sure that she wasn't near him. She could see him everywhere. His touch was like drug to her. In her dream also, he empowered her. She couldn't even try to get away from his embrace in her dream.
That day, she could have surrendered herself willingly, but his genuine nature and respect for love had stopped him from closing the distance. He never wanted to take an advantage of her innocence and selfless love. He knew his power or he knew her power.
Present:
She disgusted those feelings which made her so vulnerable in his love that she could lose her senses. She detested his touch. She wanted to forget the feeling she felt when he touched her. If she could go back in time, she wanted to erase all the memories which connected them together.
Given a chance, she would have gone back to past and erased all her memories with him. Oh wait, would she be able to do that? Being loved once was still better than never being loved. At least she had all the memories which she wanted to hold for forever. She could spend her entire life with these memories in her heart. Love could never mean being loved in return. She should have accepted all these realities before falling in love or if she didn't, it was her foolishness.
Lover never comes with a condition of fulfillment. Life never comes with a condition of happiness.
Sejal
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Edited by Asha2010 - 14 years ago
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