|BTLOO-IV|ARSH FF|LAST CHAPTER PAGE 155! - Page 93

So here it is LOL, am sorry for being late or whatever you call it, laziness? I was busy with school and shit and mock for my stats paper. I hope it's all worth it in the end with you waiting so much. Thankyou for always being so understanding and patient and not leaving me.OK this is the last part of BTLOO. Like really the last, and after it an epilogue will come, and il try my best to give it an amazing ending. BTLOO has been amazing for me in every way, it's my very first FF, and I love you all really for all the love you've all given me, it means a lot.

NOTE: OK ERMM, this chappy is really very long, and let me say, ZARQAY I REALLY REALLY LOVE YOU. Its her who actually made me write it, or I would've given up like I do. She actually left everything, stuck up with me whole night, and everytime I was like im leaving she didn't let me do it, and she was like with me all the time, not even leaving, and she kept inspiring me, and I kept on throwing my great amount of moodswings telling her im writing so much shit then crying all over skype, but she kept on jheling me ROFL SO ILY SOOO MUCH ZARQAY MORE THAN ANYONE IN THIS WHOLE WORLD :$ YOURE THE BEST BESTIE AND YOURE ALL MINE :$ and she gave me sexy car ideas, LOL, ILY :P and its so dedicated to her, nandini, Rugoo, She jhelos my moodswings and writing depressions too. LOL I swear I go into writing depressions and shit my work ROFL. THANKYOU EVERYONE ILY ALL.

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This CHAPTER IS VERY VERY VERY EXPLICIT, Okay I think it is, erm maybe LMFAO, this warning tune is so shit, anyway, I think I wrote it with every longing detail, not much though, and I don't have any regrets writing it LMFAO. IDK what I wrote to be honest but this content ISNT THE NORMAL FF CONTENT YOU READ, (<<<well that has to do with my FF repo, ive got this sexiness repo to maintain B) )LMFAO kiddin, and not kiddin.

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LAST CHAPTER.

"Get in the car Shilpa. We need to go. Please." He whispered the last word. He badly needed to have his control back.

"No." she said with finality, urgency in her voice, and turned him around, making him grit his teeth and he moved her hands away making an effort to talk atleast. "Just get into the car Shilpa. Please."

"Why don't you get it? I LOVE YOU. I love you Armaan. I BLOODY LOVE YOU." She shouted amidst her sobs.

"f**k IT." He cursed, losing whatever straw of control he was so badly holding onto, and banged her against the car door. She flung herself at him, his arms caging hers fiercely, a male triumph flooding him, as his lips parted hers in a deep passion stricken kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her mouth welcoming his. His hands moved at her back in an urgent need, pulling down her zipper, almost breaking it in the storm of fierce need.

He held her hips pulling her up against him. His hand moved down her naked back unhooking the last hook. His hands tore at her blouse, fingers pulling it down, and then it was down on the road in less than a minute.

His hands moved back to find the lock, and he opened the door, pushing her inside the backseat. His mouth returned to hers, his body pressing over hers. Her wet fingers entangled in his hair. The door shut behind them, as he rose for a moment pulling his shirt over his head and onto the front seat. And then he stared at her, every remnant of breath leaving his body. He had to have her. The self-control he was fighting for since so long disappeared into thin air. He wanted her, wanted her the first day he saw her in the rain, and he wanted her hundred times more. He was too scared of hurting her with the violence that was building inside him.

She was his. The world could go f**k. He wanted her, needed her to live, to breathe. She was his heartbeat, she was the heart that helped him breathe. He couldn't give her up. He.would.never.give.her.up. Even if she would want to go away, he would chain her up, but keep her with him forever.

He moved down, his hands moving the hair away from her face. "You really want this?" he leaned down, whispering over her lips, then slowly thrusting his tongue inside the sweet caravan of her mouth. She let out a moan, her body writhing beneath him, seeking him, her hands moving down the broad muscular flesh of his shoulders. "What if I say no and make a run for it?" she finally opened her eyes completely, staring at his closed ones.

And then his lids lifted. His eyes rested upon hers. And her body shook with the intensity they held. They were black with passion, his face a seduction in itself, and he whispered, fisting her hair.

"You won't be heard."

The hypnotic look in his eyes simply seared raw desire through her veins. She was panting. Her body had accumulated its own adrenaline rush pumping through her. It was this moment, and it couldn't have been any better, any more beautiful. She loved him, even with the black demons of his past, and she was determined to walk this bumpy rocky road called life with him. It didn't matter that their pasts crinkled their lives, casted deep shadows that couldn't be deterred by even the strongest of endeavors. They were a part of their very life, and they made them who they were. They were impractical, hyper, insensible, crazy, obsessed, and at times freaking fools and yet they were who they were, imperfect in ways, knotting perfection when they came together.

"Very cocky Mr. Malik." Even as she said it, her body twisted beneath him to have more of him. His heated skin pressed against her and then he bent and whispered into her ear, "You deserve a f**kin' bed on your first time." She could feel his teeth were clenched, and he was hanging on a single string.

"No bed. I want you. Here. Right Now." At that moment she loved him even more. He cared for her like no other man could've ever done. She knew he was holding back, but she wanted him, right there, that very moment when they clung to each other with open wounds, pain, tears, regrets, guilt, need, love, hunger and possession. She wanted to possess his soul, his love, him.

"No. We are driving back to the farmhouse babe. At least I can give you a god damn bed." He whispered, right above her ear.

She breathed, tilting her head upwards. Her hands moved urgently over his clothes. She unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it slowly, erotically over his shoulders and then it disappeared in some corner of the car.

"Shilpa." Armaan warned catching her wrists, but she twisted beneath him, arching herself into him, parting her legs and arching up, pressing against him. Her fingers trailed the water glistening over his hard muscles. She moved up, her breasts creating a tantalizing friction as she rubbed her breasts against his naked skin. He held her, but she pushed him back, turning them around, taking him by surprise as she rolled over almost effortlessly and pulled him back beneath her. Her sultry soft scent intoxicated him, filling his nostrils, his brain. His massive chest heaved as if he'd been holding his breath when her hands moved down his skin like silk. Her fingers spread over his perfect cut abs. she touched him, explicitly, exploring, feeling him quiver when she moved her hands up. Her head dipped down, her wet hair fell against his face, as she dipped down, and her tongue darted out to trace the salty watery taste of his throat. He groaned in his throat, his pupils dilated. He closed his eyes, letting her hair brush across his skin like a feather touch. She could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest. His breathing escalated into a fierce fast painful exhalation.

"mm." she made a low sound in her throat, as her tongue pressed against the hollow between his neck.

"Baby" he gasped, his fingers wrapped around her hair and then his grip tightened over them as he continued. "Don't."

She didn't reply. Her tongue moved down, swirling around his nipple, tasting him, teasing him. His skin flushed, and he heaved, his lips parted and his eyes closed. His fingers tightened almost tugging at her hair.

"God I swear you seduce me anymore Im going to make you pay Ms. Malhotra." His statement ended with a growl, when her teeth replaced her tongue, grazing against the soft flesh around his nipple.

"Shit, enough." His fingers yanked at her hair pulling her up. She moaned, her lips parted with the pressure at her head and he slid his tongue inside her mouth, tasting himself.

He had never kissed her like this. It wasn't his normal fierce or sweet kiss. It was hypnotic. It was enough to render her breathless. His tongue plunged deeper inside her mouth, whilst he pulled her up, hard against him. Her fingers dug into his shoulder to steady herself, and she parted her lips wider, giving him deeper access to her mouth. He angled his mouth against his, pressed himself between her legs earning a raspy moan.

"You don't get to win this baby." The kiss left them breathless, dazed as they parted.

"We are going to find a bed, and till then you are going to keep your hands to yourself."

"No." she pushed him down when he begin moving up.

He grunted, clenching his teeth. And when he spoke, it was a dangerous warning. "I swear, keep your hands to yourself or I'm going to f**k you so hard, you'll tear the seats and slide inside."

She moved her eyes up, clashing against his. They were dark with primitive hunger, glittering dangerously.

She slid her arms around him pulling him to her, her body moved up pressing itself against him moving her hips in a slow circular, almost unnoticeable grind against his. She felt him harden against her, making a place between her legs, and a guttural hoarse growl escaped his lips.

"Shilpa." He muttered under his breath digging his fingers in her wrists and stretching them over her head, trying to steer clear from the fog of lust and physical pain.

She moaned, twisting in his arms, then lifted herself, and giving a deliberate thrust against him, her lips caught the soft flesh of his earlobe between her teeth and she bit him sensually yet strong enough to make him groan, and loosen his grip over her wrists. She released her hands, and her hands moved back and undid her chemise and slid it off with impatience. Her naked breasts pressed against his skin like velvet, and molten hot desire burst inside him in cataclysmic starbursts. Adrenaline surged in his veins, hot, potent, the line between control and sexual lust blurred and disappeared into an untraceable fog.

"You don't get to win this and you don't get to rule this Mr. Malik." his lungs worked hard to draw air, he closed his eyes, his body rigid and aching with the effort of not losing his sanity.

"I told you." He placed his hands against the seat caging her between. His eyes were half shut, dizzy with desire, a potent desire that was running deep and hard through his veins. He bent down, his back arching sexily and his lips grazing her earlobe. He whispered with no humour, no lightness, and his magnificent aura filling the whole car. "You are going to pay."

In lightning fast pace his fingers went down, and he tore, he t o r e down her exclusive designer lehenga making her gasp in utter surprise.

"Armaan that was my." He cut her protest in between. His mouth found hers; his tongue invaded her space, plunging inside in an erotic conquest. His tongue was inside her, hot and wet. Promising and punishing. He hauled every last remnant of breath from her body, and his lips moved in a fierce slaughtering ecstasy over her lips, his tongue sucking, pulling, biting. She arched her head back as their mouths tore apart. The violent thumping of hearts filled the whole place; she felt his hands move down tearing apart her lehenga further.

"Armaan stop, this is my favourite." He cut her again, this time his fingers lifting and yanking her hair back and his tongue slid inside her mouth shutting her up with a hard, shutup kiss.

His other hand worked over the lehenga, tugging at it with impatience and pulling it down. It came down her legs. He tore his mouth from her, moving down and pulling it away from her legs and down her ankles and returning to her as whilst it fell down.

"Damn right." He growled, his gaze sweeping over her body like a plundering savager.

His eyes glittered as he hauled in a painful breath.

"You like what you see Mr. Malik." Her fingers slid across his nape fisting his hair.

"I can't speak here and you want a damnable battle of words?" his fingers wrapped around her silk bare thighs.

"Uh huh? Yeah." His fingers pressed against her soft legs, making her arch her back. He moved, making her groan at the loss of weight and heat. His tongue ran across her perfect silky skin in slow poisonous sweeps.

"God you're so sweet, I can eat you like a dessert."

"Don't eat me."

"Im not gonna eat you Shilpa. I'm going to f u c k you. Damn hard."

He dipped his head low, his lips pressing against her ear, "I'm going to make you pay." He said it softly, but his tone made her shudder.

She moved her hands but he held her wrists in one hand. His other hand went down and then he held her dupatta pulling it over.

"Armaan?" she blinked wriggling in his hold. He got it, then jerking her body towards him, he hauled her up. His fingers curled around both her wrists, and he twisted them at her back, using her dupatta to tie her hands at her back.

"Armaan what the. NO." she tried pushing him, but he knotted it painfully tight, and then whispered with a diabolical huskiness against her ear, making her skin creep. "I told you I'm going to make you pay Ms. Malhotra."

He pushed her back against the seat and she growled. "Armaan, untie me. Right now."

"No."

"Armaan, Now, or."

"Or what?" his grin deepened.

"I'm not going to let you touch me." She pressed her lips together tightly.

"Your hands are tied baby; you can't help much you see."

"I WONT RESPOND. UNTIE ME." She groaned, with shakiness.

"We shall see."

"Armaan I." she moaned, as his lips closed around her nipple. He pulled it in his mouth with deliberate slowness. His tongue swirled around her edge in erotic circular wet curls. She arched back, her lids falling over her eyes. Electricity shot through each nerve of her. Her body ached with the wash of sensations. Pleasure shot through her, making her give a throaty moan. His mouth moved with deliberate slowness over her breast, almost making a thrusting rhythm, closing over her bud then slowly sucking at it. She bucked against him, swept by torturous ache spreading all over her body. He shifted his weight, and pressed it completely over hers. She gasped awash with sensations. Her skin was flushed and her stomach was tingling and curling with pleasure almost making her ache.

She tried sitting up, but his teeth replaced his tongue, right over the bud as it turned into a erect pebble in his mouth. Her lips parted, her throat went dry, and she slammed against the seat, arching her head back, her body jerking with the creeping of unexplainable sensations all across her body.

"Armaan st. stohhp." Her eyes closed, her hips bucked up. She couldn't stand it. The slow torture. Her body was aching. She was on fire.

His head lifted after devouring her breasts his hand cupped the other one, and acute pleasure shot through her veins, expanding then exploding.

His eyes lifted. They were slightly closed, dizzy with pleasure, desire, and hunger that was palpating through every inch of his body. The look was so strong, so intense it made her belly curl with anticipation, reciprocating hunger.

His lips lifted into a lazy, breath taking half grin.

His fingers moved over her breast, his eyes locked into hers and he whispered with the same grin not leaving his face.

"You were supposed to not respond madam. Let me tell you." He flicked his fingers over her nipple, seeing it thrust into his hand, his thumb making a flickering agonising rhythm, "You are failing miserably."

"I hate you" she growled, wriggling unsuccessfully beneath him.

"You love me."

"I swear the moment you release me I'm going to make YOU PAY." She wriggled, then gasped feeling the pain in her shoulders.

"Don't try."

His body shifted, his weight leaving her. She didn't get time to settle. She was instantly pulled up and pushed up against the window.

She stared at him, then snapping out of her fog glared at him, making him grin.

"God you are adorable."

"A guy doesn't tell a girl she is adorable amidst sex. He tells her things like." Then she stopped abruptly shutting her mouth.

He chuckled, then his eyes sparkled, and he shifted, parting her legs and filling the space between them. He held her ankles, and hauled her amidst the gap between the two front seats. He parted her legs, and straddled her over his lap, her legs against his thigh and whispered into her ear, "Things like?"

"Armaan, what are you doing?" she asked almost in a haze.

"Giving you what you want baby." His fingers glided across her porcelain like silk transparent skin in soft caresses.

"But."

"This is how we have car sex."

"Armaan."

"Too late for amendments mon amour."

She started to speak, but his tongue plunged inside her mouth. His hands hauled her up, pushing her back. She arched back; his tongue traced her navel, curled inside making her squirm with electric sensations pouring over her one after another.

His lips moved down, then over her satin underwear, his lips creating an erotic friction moving against the satin. She jackhammered back, almost hit by something, but his fingers dug in her hips, moving up her satiny skin. Her breathes came out almost in a painful gush, as his fingers curled into the waistband of her underwear and rolled it down , his mouth seizing her.

"Armaan, wait what." She threw her head back, her body shaking. All sense left her. Her body shook, as his lips moved over her c***. She unintentionally arched back, but his hands kept her hips in a stern grip. His palms drift from the backs of her knees up along her muscular thighs.

"Armaan I can't." no more word left her mouth. She was literally shaking.

"Let it go." He whispered.

"Armaan."

"Let me taste you mon amour."

"Armaan untie me." She whispered, breathless.

"No."

She groaned arching her back, almost screaming when his tongue swirled inside, there.

His mouth worked over her feminine folds.

"I." he whispered breathlessly. His tongue thrusted against her folds.

"want to." His tongue formed a rhythm, parting her folds, caressing her lips.

"f**k you."

She screamed, pulling herself back. Her body almost tearing away, but his fingers dug in her hipa keeping her firm against him.

Her fingers curled at her back, her face flushed, sweat breaking against her body. He pushed his tongue back against the deeper folds, sweeping his tongue then pulling back then giving her tongue-thrust hard. She felt her legs go boneless. Her toes curled, her legs too weak, and an ache shot through her building then going down all the way to her toes, making her squirm making her scream in pleasure.

He lifted then sucked harder.

"I wanted to taste you." He moved back, then thrusted his tongue back again.

"Since the day I saw you standing in the rain." He held her legs, parting them further, his mouth seizing her c*** again.

"God you taste so juicy, so sweet." His tongue went back, parting her lips, teasing her, making her fall against him.

"Give it to me baby."

His tongue moved faster, his fingers glided across her skin, cupping her breasts, and his fingers and mouth moved into a rhythm thrusting against her feminine folds, and his thumb flickering over her nipple.

"Come on baby."

And that did it. She screamed, not knowing what was happening to her. Her vision went blurred, and heavy heady pleasure burst over her senses. Her mind went black; her body was shuddering with the intensity. He moved back, his hungry eyes gleaming in the dark. Her body went weightless, and as he pulled her down, tasting her finally, moving back she fell against his bare shoulder, pressing her body against him, panting heavily.

His fingers ran over her wrists untying her, but she was rendered into frozen oblivion for the moment. Then she blinked, looked at him with half moist eyes. Her eyes were soaked with pleasure. Just the ravaged look on her face made him hard, made him ache.

"All yours madam."

"I love you." She whispered hoarsely.

"I told you am going to f**k you so hard, you are going to slide inside."

"You are so beautiful." She whispered mesmerised by the glitter in his eyes. Her fingers traced across his firm jaw, his nose, his cheekbones.

"And you are the goddess of beauty, an aphrodisiac."

"Really Armaan Malik?"

"God this look over your face, you look so beautiful, I can literally eat you."

"Eat me."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't Armaan."

"You don't understand Shilpa. I I want you so badly, I just know am going to hurt you and I just." She stopped him by holding his face softly, affectionately between her sweaty palms.

"You won't. You won't Armaan. I trust you and I love you."

"Shilpa."

"Now shutup and make love to me."

"Restless much?"

"Very."

She yanked his hair back and thrusted her tongue inside his mouth. He groaned then pulled her down on the seat with him. She fell below him covered by his weight. His fingers worked over her. Caressing each inch of her body, hot kisses following the trail. She arched back, panting, moaning, wanting, needing.

His fingers moved beneath them and he undid his belt throwing it away. Her hands came down, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling it down urgently. He pulled it over his hips all the way down to his ankles.

"God I swear you need a bed."

She didn't give him the chance to rethink. She pushed herself in an upward thrust, wrapping her legs around him. He cursed under his breath, and then parted her legs. His other hand went up, held her hands and pinned them at her back. His other hand worked its way between her thighs, whilst his body turned her on her back, her face fell against the seat and he whispered over her ear, "I'm going to make sure by the end of the night you know who won all the rounds between us. Im Armaan Malik baby, I don't know defeat." Then his mouth went to her neck. His left hand kept har hands locked against her chest, whilst his right hand trailed down, gliding between her legs, and she jerked.

His fingers were like a feather whisper over her c***. Soft, gentle, magical. His finger slid inside her swollen lips.

"Armaan," she whispered.

"Shilpa," he repeated, pushing his hips into her back as his finger started to circle in what was very clearly a caress.

"Please." she kept whispering.

"What?," he whispered, still circling his finger with a gentle touch.

"Don't," she begged.

"Don't what?" another finger joined the first one.

His fingers asserted just a wee bit more pressure. Her head automatically fell back to his shoulder as a tiny spiral of pleasure unfurled in her belly. She jerked her hands again, whispering, "Please."

"Please what baby?" he whispered back and his deep, rumbling whisper spiralled through her.

His finger started circling faster, a little harder, a lot better. God. He turned her head, his lifted and pressed her forehead into his neck and she fought against that spiral of pleasure that

was unfurling. But she didn't win. It unfurled, then it grew, then it spread.

"Armaan," she breathed as the continued workings of his fingers forced the last bits of tension from her body.

"Shilpa," he murmured and circled faster.

"Mm," she whispered. Slow passes of his thumb over the sensitive

flesh behind her sex made her squirm and push against him, and when he eased his thumb inside her slick heat while working faster her with his fingers, she cried out.

His hand at her wrists tightened, pulling them into her as his finger pressed deeper.

"You are," he whispered and my hips bucked.

"so f**kn" he whispered and he pressed his hardness into her back and circled even faster.

"Beautiful," he repeated softly and she whimpered as that spiral in her belly whirled out-of-control.

"Yes," she breathed.

She felt his lips whisper soft gentle words.

"Yes," he muttered. Her hips moved with his hand, grinding down, seeking more from his finger and he didn't keep it from her. He gave it to her and she took it, she reached for it, and it started coming. Again, and he kept her at bay until she screamed for it.

She didn't get time to pull out of her mind shattering oblivion when she felt him part her even more. He turned her around, and wrapped her legs around him.

He lowered himself over her, and then in one passion swirling moment, he moved against her, finding what he needed and moved inside. She gasped, digging her fingers in his back, moving them over his back, trying to calm him down.

"God don't let me hurt her, because it just hurts too much."

He whispered to himself, hanging on the last straw of insanity. He moved back, easing her folds, letting her body adjust him. Then moved back in, slowly, feeling the barrier of her virginity. He closed his eyes, then lowered his head, pressing his lips against her throat, feeling her pulse. He kissed her, his mouth moving up her throat then taking her mouth in a passionate searing kiss.

Then he moved again, easily enough after softening her enough for his penetration. He let his body go rigid, moved back, out of her then with one powerful thrust he plunged inside her tearing away her virginity, staking his claim over her.

She gasped against his mouth, her mind registering the pain. She dug her fingers harder, piercing his skin. He let out a groan than whispered.

"its okay baby, it's okay, am there." He rubbed her back, his fingers gliding across her skin in soft sensual caresses.

Then he moved up, moving all the way out then softly, eased back in. she tilted her head back, taking him, feeling the whirlpool of black raw desire consume them.

Her gaze met his, and his breath caught at the sight of love tangled with desire in the depths of her beguiling green eyes. She looked beautiful, she looked f**ked, and she looked ravished.

But he had yet to ravish her.

"f**k." He muttered under his breath losing control of himself. He tilted her body, parting her legs more, and filled her again, deeper. His body melted into hers, hers took him inside. They were consumed by the heat, by lust, by love.

He thrusted against her, going harder and deeper each time.

"I f**king love you so much. I want to take you until your legs can't move, until your body is embedded with me inside you, until you scream my name so much that your throat go hoarse, until you I wearyou out." And each word was said with a powerful thrust, as he pulled back all the way then thrusted harder, deeper.

"I love you." She moaned, her legs wrapping around him tighter, her mouth working against the flesh of his neck, biting, giving him a hickey. Her lips moved up, meeting him thrust for thrust. Their bodies entangled, and he did what he said.

He took her again, this time slow, agonisingly, making her pant, moan ache for it. Then he went in deep, making her feel it, feel him until she felt him connect with her womb. He moved back slowly, easing all the way out, and then he filled her with powerful thrusts all the way again inside her until her screams of pleasure mingled with his.

"I love car sex." She whispered against his ear then giggled. He grinned taking her right off the seat, pulling his shirt from the seat it almost hanged against and wrapped her in it, getting out of the car, realising the rain had long stopped. He bent down, picked her blouse and threw it at the backseat. he came to the otherside sitting in drove back whilst she laid their giggling madly.

"Let me get home, I so am going to tell you Ms. Malhotra." She just laughed harder.

They reached his farmhouse. He didn't bother closing the car and taking their things. She was wrapped in his shirt and it was big enough and came until her thighs covering her hips. She saw her broken bangles lying across the car, everywhere, her dress torn into pieces, and her jewellery, which he had yanked away from her at some point was all down. He pulled her across the seat, and into his arms, then taking her into his arms; he shut the car with his foot, and carried her inside his bedroom and the door shut behind him.

She was thrown across the bed, and in moments the shirt was off her. Her wrists were pinned across the bed, his fingers entangling with hers, as his lips found her, his jeans was thrown across the room, and in one swift motion he slid back inside her.

"Now you pay for making my back ache in that damn car." And he thrusted hard deep, fast.

She woke up with her front pressed against Armaan's. His leg was thrown across hers trapping her legs between his, and her face was pressed between the crook of his neck against his throat. She was wrapped in his arms, his hand across her body holding her close, with his face curled inside her neck. She smiled, then trying waking up but her body ached and her legs were sore. She tried moving away but his arm tightened around her and he pulled her back to him, whispering sleepily, "Don't you dare think of moving."

"Armaan." She had begun talking then something hit her and her eyes went wide and she clutched her mouth.

"What?" he opened his eyes, half closed half flickering taking in her horrified expression.

"OMG OMG OMG OH MY GOD. I HAD TO TELL RAHUL AND EVERYONE THAT YOU WERE OKAY. AND I DIDN'T. SHIT SHIT SHIT.OMG THEY WILL KILL ME, THEY MUST BE." He yanked her back as she screamed and tried waking up. He pulled her hands down, pulling her beneath him, and nuzzled his face in her neck whispering sleepily, amused, "I called Rahul last night, took the scolding of your elder respectable Anjali di, then told them we are both fine, together and will come home today. Then I told them to hand the cell to Rahul and told him to not let anybody call us again no matter what because I'm going to be f**king your brains out."

Whatever relief had washed over her disappeared at his last statement. Her eyes went wide and she turned to look at him. "You didn't say that."

"Oh yes I did." He nuzzled more in her neck, his lips pressing against her skin.

"YOU DIDN'T." She almost yelled dumbfounded, more like assuring herself.

"Ask him when we get home." She could feel him grinning against her neck.

"OMG AM GOING TO KILL YOU ARMAAN MALIK." She almost pulled out of his hold but he dragged her back, then shifted his weight over her, entangling his fingers with hers before she could attack him. His face went deeper in the crook of her neck and he whispered, "Don't worry he told me not to go hard on you." At that her mouth opened and formed a perfect "O" but he continued anyway, "anyway I'm the elder one, and the last one to get down with a Malhotra girl."

"Get down?"

"Yeah that's what me Atul, Rahul call it, not that we say get down, but I won't say that in front of you, am not that bad, so going with the clean phrase." She could feel his grin deepen, and then she uttered, "OMG Rahul didn't."

"Ofcourse he did. He is my brother after all. Though Atul beat me and him. He got your sister on her back in three days. Rahul took a week, and look at me, I don't even remember how many god damn months." At this he earned a giggle from Shilpa.

"I swear you are going to make up for all this time you've made me miss."

"I thought we made up last night."

"Like hell we did."

His hands moved between them.

"Armaan don't even think. I can't even move here. My legs are so sore." He grinned falling back against her, then he stood up, his strong muscles flexing and his chest broadening, as he stared at her with his dimple sexy smile and f**ked up hair. "Then I think we both need a spongy recovering bath." And he didn't give her time to recover because the next moment the sheet was off her and she was in his arms being carried to the shower.

"Yeah Atul will be there in an hour, or maybe two. Shut up and bye." Armaan grinned ending the call, then entering the kitchen.

"That is my shirt." He stepped in the kitchen, his hair still wet.

"It was. Now it's mine." She poured the coffee in the cups.

"I don't think so." He slid his hands across her stomach, his face pressing against her neck. His lips grazed the skin softly, tugging at it with his teeth, making her close her eyes.

"Armaan." She warned him, almost forgetting the coffee.

He took the cups and placed them aside, then turning her around he whispered, "Hold yourself against the counter."

"What?" she whispered almost in a daze. He smiled. His eyes shined. Then held her up, pulling the tshirt up to her waist, pulling down her underwear, working over the zipper of his jeans as it slid down, and then he slid inside her.

OH MY GOD She purred and her throat went dry. Then he moved inside her.

Life was at its best.