Kalarikkal House [6]: Chp. 80 - new thread link p. 156 - Page 102

Part 78 - Omg...he was stabbed...by whom? Was that person admirer of her like he said.? She already found out that something paining him all the time, but he patiently sitting thru all rituals. I liked how pallavi was supportive and read kashi's mind.

Chapter 79 Marked in Blood

Her eyes opened when rather than dots, she could feel a large swath of wetness against her skin.

She pulled away from him and looked down to see that his wound was fully bleeding now.

She felt his hand against her waist to cup the wound so that it wouldn't run down to the edge of her wedding sari.

"That's the least of my concern." She muttered as she tried to pull his hand away.

"I don't want my blood on that sari." He said, quietly, and it made her look up at him.

She tilted her head in question and he shook his head as he reached for a towel lying on the side of the bed to wipe the blood off her skin.

She grabbed the towel from his hand and used it instead to hold over his wound. The bleeding had slowed to a trickle again.

He let her do that for a few moments before speaking again, his voice now deeper than before.

"If you ever run from me again without telling me, I will make you suffer for it for the rest of your life. I swear."

She couldn't help a slight smile at his proclamation. "How? But torturing yourself?"

"Yes." He answered without mirth.

She looked up, her smile disappearing.

"Next time, it just won't involve sex." He added, his expression impassive.

"Is that a threat?" she asked, angry now.

He grabbed her around the waist to pull her close again, squeezing her hand and the towel in between them.

"That's the only thing that hurts you, right? If I hurt?"

His face remained impassive, but his eyes were a different matter. There was hurt in them and for a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what he must have felt when he found her gone in the wee hours of the morning. She had tried not to think too much about what she had done to him. She had her own reasons and she had needed to focus solely on them in order to justify what she had done.

She stood up on her toes then and pressed herself against him, forcing him to hold her tighter.

She carefully adjusted her hand over the towel between their bodies so that the pressure against his wound would be just enough to stop the bleeding and not enough to cause renewed pain.

She stared into his eyes, holding his gaze so that he could really see everything he needed to see.

"It would rip my heart to shreds." She answered finally.

She saw a moment of vulnerability in his eyes before they clouded with passion.

The kiss before had started the heat in her belly and now she could feel it spreading...

Her lips parted even before he leaned in. Instead of kissing her, he pulled on her lower lip, making her moan.

She felt the mush start to take over her brain as she felt his fingers undo the tiny hooks on her blouse under her sari.

She knew she needed to tell him something, but before she could recall what it was, he pulled her bra down and touched her nipple.

Her head fell back in his arms as her eyes closed and she felt his lips against the pulse at her neck.

Her fingers were in his hair, pulling at its lushness, when she felt him push her back onto the bed.

The thought came up again, more hazy than before, that she needed to tell him something. Remind him of something, rather...

But by then, his tongue was already doing wicked things to her breast and it was impossible to focus on anything else.

"This is going to be hard." She heard herself say, although she didn't know what she meant.

"It's already hard." He growled in her ear as he pulled her sari off.

She found out what he meant a moment later when she felt him against her. Her back arched up against him as she felt every muscle in her belly and thighs quiver in anticipation.

"You're too loud baby..." he whispered in her ear as he slid in with agonizing slowness.

She could hear herself then, strange little moans that sounded alien to her ear.

She raised herself up even more against him and heard him groan.

She opened her eyes. His eyes were closed tight, his forehead beading with sweat, his jaw locked into place.

She stilled for a moment, watching him, and suddenly felt a coldness in her chest. She knew that look... it was what he did when he punished her...

His eyes opened, sensing the change in her.

"If you are going to do now what you did before, I'll never forgive you." She told him, feeling her lips quiver from the tears that were crowding the back of her eyes. After what they had just been through, he wouldn't dare do that again...

"Do what?" he asked, moving inside her, his face now a mask of control.

Her insides squeezed tight as she tried to stop the pleasure from taking over.

It, of course, had the opposite effect on him as she suddenly felt him grunt and drop his head against hers.

"Goddamn it, Kashi..." he whispered, his face now grimacing from the effort of whatever it was he was doing to himself.

Of course... why didn't she think of this before?

She watched his face again as she pulled him in deeper, wrapping her legs around his hips.

She felt his hands at her hips then, trying to still her movements.

She just had to follow her instincts... she gave up trying to watch his face and let her head fall back as she started moving. She was so wet that she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it together much longer.

It took a few more moments before she realized that instead of trying to contain her movements, he was just holding onto her...

The pleasure was like a knife's edge, sharp and cutting, and she bit on the side of her free hand to contain the thing that was building inside her. But then she felt his entire body go rigid as he bit into her neck, crushing her whole body into his ...

Her hand fell away from her mouth as she started screaming. First in pleasure... but once that wave rode through, her scream grew louder... it was guttural and raw and it felt as alien to her as her moaning before. A gaint eagle that had been flapping its wings around in a cage inside her had suddenly found an opening... a tiny one... And its beak was pecking and its talons clawing at her insides as its desperation made it tear everything open.

It took a few moments before she felt him cover her mouth.

It was still a few more moments before she returned to her senses.

She had lost her f**king mind.

She was panting now from the exertion, sweat pouring out of every pore of her being.

His forehead fell against hers, his whole body was trembling.

"Arnav..." she called his name finally.

"Hmm..." he said with some effort, lifting his head.

She looked down.

He followed her gaze to find that her hand and the towel were still over his wound, but the blood had leaked through the cloth and her fingers and was now seeping into the white sheets under them.

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