SS Because I Love You... PART 13+14 WARNING 16+ - Page 9

Part 7

The drive back home was almost as quiet as the one to the show, except poor Arnav's body was even more tensely coiled with desire, while Khushi couldn't stop fidgeting with whatever she could lay her hands on.

The clinking of her bangles was driving Arnav crazy. He could just imagine how they would sound when they wound be running all over his back as he lay on top of her…STOP! His mind begged him for salvation from this sweet torture.

Just, then, Khushi's fidgety right hand accidentally landed on his left one as he was changing the gear, sending a shockwave through his entire being. Arnav had just about had enough. Abruptly swerving the car, he entered the lane he saw on the highway which would lead them into a forest, drove on for about a kilometer, then slammed the brakes hard.

Khushi looked around disorientated. The few seconds after she had accidentally touched his hands were so electrifying that she had failed to notice that they had gone off the road. Oh no! What have I done? Now this Laad Governer is going to abandon me HERE? She timidly looked up at Arnav, who had his head bent over the steering wheel. "Arnavji?"

Her petrified whisper was the last straw for Arnav. He swiftly undid his seatbelt and hers before spanning his hands around her waist and pulling her across onto his lap so she was seated across his legs with her back against his window.

Khushi's head spun from his sudden proximity. Before she could even understand what was happening, Arnav had pinned her shoulders to the window and started ravaging her mouth with his. There wasn't a trace of gentleness in this kiss. Only desperation and need. As Arnav tongue traced the contours of her mouth, pleading for entrance, Khushi tried. Tried very hard to not give in to the urge to kiss him back.

But when she felt Arnav's hand slipping behind her saree to draw lazy circles around her belly button, she could not help but bite back a moan before letting her hands bunch up clumps of his hair and open her mouth to give him full access to herself. Unknowingly, she pressed herself further into him, so that their bodies moulded together in a perfect clash of passion.

Arnav's body jolted when he felt her soft mouth open for him. Swiftly he turned them around in the confines of the car seat, so that she was seated on the drivers seat and he was hovering over her. Still kissing her senseless, he pulled the small lever at the side of the seat so that it reclined backwards, giving him more space to run his hands along her length.

Khushi writhed and moaned when she felt his hands caressing the outer sides of her thighs. Grabbing his collar, she pulled him further onto herself. Breaking the kiss after a while, Arnav ran his lips and tongue all over the column of her neck. He found what he was looking for – her pulse. He began to suck softly at her sensitive skin, marking her as his own. He instinctively bit the skin there, and then traced his tongue over the bite marks, as if soothing the pain.

Khushi winced momentarily at the pain of the bite and then froze. Pain. And it all came crashing down on her. The forced marriage. The contract of six months. Arnav's torture. His mistrust. Shaking herself into senses she began struggling in earnest to get him off herself.

Arnav felt Khushi pushing him away restlessly. He pulled back to look at her. To say Khushi looked mad would have been an understatement. She looked absolutely outraged! "Get. Off. Me. Now." She gritted out.

Arnav gulped. Oh God, what had he done. He opened the door and slowly stepped out, giving her a little space to breathe. Khushi took a minute to catch her breath and rearrange her clothes properly, and jumped out of the vehicle practically ready to attack Arnav.

"What the hell do you think of yourself!" he felt the stinging pain of her slap on his cheek before he registered her words. Khushi grabbed his collar and pushed him against the side of the car. "How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from me!"

Arnav tried to be as calm as possible. "But Khushi, sweetheart, I thought you wanted it as well. You didn't exactly try to stop me, you know."

His words hit Khushi like a mega tsunami. "No…I…but…you…Hai Devi Maiyya! What have I done! I'm not even properly married and I…" Khushi could no longer hold back the torrent of tears from her eyes.

Arnav broke. He couldn't tell which hurt him more. Her tears, or the idea that she didn't view their marriage as a real one. But he would not give up. He would win her back, even if it meant that he had to be harsh with her. Grabbing her shoulders, he turned them around so that she was trapped in between the vehicle and himself.

Khushi started to push at his chest trying to get him off. But he just pressed himself closer until their heaving chest were crushed against each other, and their lips were almost touching. "Khushi listen to me," his voice was barely a whisper, "I married you for real. This marriage is real. I never made any contract papers. This marriage is for a lifetime. We're married forever. Jaan, please just listen to me this once. I'm sorry I should have been patient with you…I love you Khushi. I love you so much. Please…"

Arnav cupped Khushi face and started to shower her with soft butterfly kisses. But Khushi was not in a mood to relent. She tried once again in vain to push him away. "No…this is wrong. You are wrong. You're lying. You don't love me. You don't trust me. You probably regret saving me that night in the warehouse. You don't love me. You don't want me…"

Arnav's head snapped up at her last few sentences. He stared at her incredulously. He moved his hand to the back of her head, bunched of hair and roughly tugged at it, forcing her to look up at him. "I REGRET saving you?" he ground out the words at her, "I don't love you? I don't WANT you?"

"You want to know how much I WANT you Khushi? Do you?" he grabbed her hips and pressed her to himself, letting her feel his arousal through all the layers of their clothing. Khushi gasped, making him all the more determined to teach his innocent wife how much he WANTED her. He gently rocked their hips together, making Khushi's head fall back in wanton abandon as she clung his him helplessly.

"You see how much I want you, Khushi?" Arnav whispered into her ear as he continued to gently rock her against the side of his SUV, "See how much need you? God Khushi, I love you. How could you even think I regret saving your life…"

He took one of her hands and layed it flat in his chest, letting her feel is heart pump. "You feel that Khushi. If anything were to happen to you that day, my heart would have stopped beating. I love you, I love you…" he started kissing along her jaw.

Khushi lost all traced of sanity. She wound her arms around his neck jerked her hips up to meet his. Moaning his name, she pressed herself closer to him, urging him to increase the pace of his ministrations.

Arnav felt Khushi beginning to get restless. He knew he had to stop or he would end up taking her right then and there. He didn't want her first time to be a hasty tryst in the middle of nowhere. Gently pulling away, he carried her in his arms and walked over to the other side to put her down on her seat. Giving her one final chaste kiss, he helped her with her seatbelt before getting in himself and driving back to the highway.

The rest of the journey was a lot calmer. Arnav felt satisfied knowing that Khushi was at least beginning to respond to his love, even if she herself hadn't realized it yet. Khushi started questioning her judgement about her husband. Was he telling the truth? So he did love her? A million questions rages through her mind as they sped through the streets of Delhi towards Shantivan.

Precap: Khushi walks into Raizada Mansion and receives the shock of her life!

Any guesses why she's shocked? No? Well keep thinking! Part 8 should be updated by tomorrow afternoon.Till then, adios, amigos!