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TS: Hormones & Losing Control

Hey guys! So I decided to write this erotic one shot on Shivika losing control before remarriage. It is not very long. And I haven't proof-read it. Let me know what you think and if I should continue.

PART 1 : PAGE 1

PART 2 : PAGE 2

PART 3 : PAGE 5

PART 4 : PAGE 8

Background:

So Annika is getting married to Samar Jeet Malhotra, and Shivaay is getting married to Ragini. But there's been very obvious tension between these two. Annika is staying at OM. The wedding functions are about to begin.

The first shot is set on the night after the Roka of both the couples. The Malhotras have gone back home and everyone else has gone to sleep. It is close to midnight.

Shivaay was pacing up and down the length of his room. Boiling with anger and jealousy. The Roka ceremony had been extremely painful to sit through. Just seeing Annika sitting next to that Samar Jeet Malhotra had stabbed daggers through his heart. Dadi had insisted that Annika be married off from this house, that if she couldn't keep her as a daughter-in-law, she might at least send her off as a daughter. Everyone at OM had accepted that this was best for Annika, that as long as she was happy, they wouldn't intervene. It was killing Shivaay.

And right now, just the thought that she was two bedrooms down the hall had robbed him of all his sleep and peace of mind.

On the other side, Annika couldn't sleep. Shivaay had been behaving abominably. They had met after three months. She as Samar's fiance, and he as Ragini's. Things had spiralled out of control since their first meeting after those long three months. She had been trying to move forward with Samar, but seeing Shivaay again had brought her back to where she had left things. It was as if those 3 months had never happened. She hadn't moved an inch. And now staying under the same roof with him was torturing her to no end. And after what had been happening all of last week, she didn't know what to do anymore.

It had all started at the Malhotra mansion a week ago when Shivaay had pulled her into a secluded bedroom and had started kissing her...

"...Shivaaay...Shh..Shivvv... Annika moaned as Shivaay kissed her senseless. "What are you doing? she whimpered. "Shut up! You talk too much! Shivaay hissed back as he continued to suckle at the side of her neck. Annika was wearing a short sleeveless blouse and a delicate zebra printed saree (imagine her Mehendi outfit). His one arm was wound around her delicate waist while the other was in her hair, holding her head in a possessive grip. He continued sucking and biting the side of her delicate neck as she whimpered into his chest. The damn of his control had broken on seeing her looking so ravishing. Especially now that she was Samar Jeet Malhotra's fiance, he wanted to make sure she understood that she was only his. He took her lips in another heated kiss his hands started working on her pallu. Annika didn't realise when her pallu came off and her blouse came loose as Shivaay unzipped the zipper located along the side seam. She felt both his hands take possession of her breasts and palm them in the most arousing manner.

Shivaay trembled, as for the first time he cupped Annika's warm soft breasts in his big rough hands. He felt her body shiver violently as his thumbs brushed against her nipples, feeling them harden against his palm. He started kneading her full bosom as her moans grew louder and more urgent. he took her lips in a searing kiss to soften her moans, lest someone hear them. Shivaay pushed his knee between her legs and rubbed it against the apex of her thighs through the flimsy material of her saree.

Annika shuddered as she felt her ex-husband assault her tender spots with all the erotic expertise her inexperience made her unequipped to handle. his warm manly hands were ceaselessly massaging her naked breasts while his knee was rubbing against her vagina. that was when they heard a loud knock on the door...

Annika snapped out of her reverie as she heard a loud rap on the door. Shaking herself out of that scorching memory, she wondered who it could be at this hour. It was almost midnight. Opening the door she found Shivaay standing on the other side, scorching desire in his eyes.

Shivaay pushed Annika inside and turned around to lock the door. Pulling her into his arms savagely, he whispered into her ears, "You still owe me that wedding night, Annika.

PART 2

His eyes fell on his ex wife the moment she opened the door and all the blood in his body rushed south. Annika was wearing a noodle strap black lace nightie that fell to her upper thighs. Fhat The Wuck! he thought. She never wore such night dresses when she was married to him. What was she wearing something so sexy for when she was going to be sleeping alone?

The AC in Annika's room wasn't working, so she had pulled out the short black night dress Priyanka had gifted her when she was married to her brother. Though she had never worn it back then, she thought it would be comfortable in the heat. How grossly mistaken she had been.

Shivaay locked the door shut behind him and started advancing towards Annika. The thought of her looking like that for someone else turned his insides to ash. No other man could ever see her like that! Over his dead body he'd let that Malhotra ever near her again.

Annika yelped as Shivaay pulled her into his arms. His one arm wound round her hips and the other clutched her hair almost painfully. "You still owe me a wedding night Annika he hissed into her ear. Annika looked up at Shivaay with wide confused eyes. Shivaay chuckled dangerously as he hissed back "What did you think? You'd get away with it just because we're divorced? It's time to finally pay the piper.

With all the force that she could muster, Annika pushed Shivaay away from her. "What the hell do you think you're doing!? You can't just come into my room at this hour and start doing these inappropriate things!

"Really? I didn't hear you complain yesterday when I was kissing you senseless in my bedroom. Annika blushed crimson at the memory on their rendezvous the day before. Shivaay watched fascinated as Annika turned red while taking short breaths. Her bosom moved up and down and he could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. He felt himself harden at the thought of her bare skin underneath all that lace, and he started wondering if she was wearing any panties... well there was only one way to find out.

Annika pressed her thighs together as she saw her ex-husband devour her with his eyes hungrily. She watched him take off his shirt in growing alarm as he flung it across the room. The sight of his bare chest made her light headed. She started backing up as Shivaay advanced ferociously towards her, and before she knew it he had again pulled her into his arms and slammed his lips on top of hers.

Annika moaned as Shviaay kissed her senseless. His hands were everywhere, first kneading her breasts and then massaging her hips through the lace of the nightie. His bare chest burned hot through her dress and she could feel heat pool at the apex of her thighs. Shivaay grabbed her ass through her dress and started massaging it with both his hands. His hands finally slipped under the lace and he stilled. No panties...

Annika shivered in fear and arousal as she felt Shivaay grab her ass and palm it in the most sensuous manner. He started massaging her hips, rolling them with his hands and grinding her into his body. She felt him clutch her left bare butt possessively while his right hand ran up and down the crack of her ass. She could feel his fingers dig deeper into the cleave between her buttocks as they threatened to reach the wet heat pooling at the apex of her thighs. "You've been a very bad girl Annika, a very bad girl. he whispered into her ear as he roughly, yet gently, pushed her down onto the bed head down. Annika whimpered as Shivaay forced her torso down onto the bed while her legs remained hanging off the side. Her entire body trembled with desire as she felt the pressure of one of his hands on her back, holding her down, while his other hand massaged her exposed ass.

"Shivaay! she yelped as she felt his hand come down hard onto her left buttcheek in a crack. "And bad girls need to be spanked", he murmured in erotic excitement. Annika clutched the bedsheet tightly in both her fists as she felt herself get wetter with every spank that Shivaay landed on her ass. She bit her bottom lip as desire vibrated through her body with every crack that resonated through the room. First he would spank her left cheek, then her right. And then sometimes he would hit her at the apex of her thighs which she was trying very hard to keep pressed together, to shield her arousal from his eyes.

Shivaay moved his right hand between her legs and forced her thighs apart. "I see you've greatly enjoyed this punishment", he murmured erotically and rubbed his palm against her engorged c***oris.

Annika stopped breathing at the contact. She felt Shivaay rub his palm against her throbbing c*** and then blow on it. Her entire body was shaking with sensations. He started rubbing her wet nether regions in painfully slow yet agonisingly satisfying motions. He then inserted two of his fingers into her vagina and started to slowly f**k her.

Annika moaned with abandon as she felt his fingers penetrate her virgin hole. Every time his fingers pulled out, pleasure rippled through her body. "Aaah... aaah... Shivv... Shivvaaayyy..." her moans heightened his arousal and he increased the pace of his fingers. Moving them in and out at greater speed. While his left hand f**ked her, his right palm rubbed her throbbing c***.

Annika shuddered as she felt her husband stop his ministrations and push her up on to the bed. He flipped her on her back and forced her legs open.

Shivaay once again inserted two of his fingers inside her and started massaging her insides erotically. He f**ked her with his right hand while pressing and rubbing her c*** with his left. Annika was moaning uncontrollably at this point. Sheet fisted in both her hands, her body writhed beneath Shivaay with abandon. Shivaay watched his wife, fascinated. He had never thought pleasuring Annika would be so satisfying. The fact that he alone could do this to her heightened his arousal and he increased his speed. There grew in him an insanely possessive need to watch her come for him, and him alone.

Annika felt the world fall away as she felt uncontrolled pleasure rip through her body. Her body shuddered in spasms of sensations as she climaxed and called out to Shivaay.

Shivaay took his trembling wife in his arms as her orgasm ripped through her body. He pulled her close into his chest as tremor after tremor hit her and she moaned his name with need. "Shh.. I've got you. I've got you Annika", he whispered into her ear as he held her gently yet firmly to himself.

As the aftershocks died down, Annika felt all energy drain out of her body. She felt Shivaay's arms recede from where they were wrapped around her and she whimpered in protest. "Shhh... just a moment." he chided her. He pulled the night dress she was wearing over her head and took it off in one quick motion. Covering the duvet over them he pulled his naked wife in his arms and continued to stroke her body in soft calming circles.

"Sleep" he whispered.