Oh! I was amazed to know that the previous chapter was extreme.. or something like that. Let's see what you guys think of this one. No more words from my side, I leave the chapter for you all.
Good luck.
Still Beware! :P
Chapter Sixteen.
His intensified gaze pierced at her. With every step he took towards her, a strange feeling crept inside her. While her eyes shamelessly imagining things that hid beneath the fabric- wrapped on him, as his eyes prowled at her. Feeling every fabric been torn away from her body, she shuddered. Minimizing the distance that prevailed between the two, he placed his palm on the small of her back. Clutching his shirt, with her eyes shut, she took in sharp intake of breath as his heated breath collapsed across her neckline.
His rugged jaw scrapped the softness of her skin, making her arch with her head fallen back. Licking the path down her curves, he made the strap slip off her shoulder. Every move of his was pure desire - desire that she wanted to reciprocate equally and willingly.. surrendering herself completely. Deepening the access to the unrevealed territory, his palms settled on her bosom. Her heart raced as she sensed his eyes grazing over her skin with need.. want that she wished to satisfy. The strings parted with a twist of his fingertips and slid a little lower. Snatching the fabric, he got rid of it. Gulping down the lump of emotion down his throat, he scanned the beauty that lay beneath him. His palm rested on the fullness of her plumps as the fabric parted away from her chest. While his hands were cold, her body was hot. He licked the peak of one while the other was squeezed under his hold. She could feel the dampness developing between her legs. She wasn't in a position to do a thing. He ruled. He dominated and she was left experiencing the pleasure.
His lips travelled south planting kisses all over. As his hands moved onto her thighs, making her gasp. His every action had an intensified reaction to her. Soon she felt a twist inside, making her wet. The desires hiking up.. as he slid away the skirt. Moving his lips down..
She got up with a jolt. That was a dream!' She exclaimed. She rubbed off the sweat beads from her forehead. She tried to control her breathing. She still was in awe of his presence. But Alas! He was far away, sitting in Delhi, busy with his work.
She heaved, unable to get rid of what she had been dreaming off. She couldn't think of him being so close.. she would lose all her sanity to that moment. And surrender. Even the mere thought.. a dream made her feel needy for him. She shook her head, as the desires surfaced. She needed to hold onto the urge to have him touch her the way she dreamt him to. And with that she again tucked herself to bed, only to welcome the dream haunting her back again.
The summers couldn't have been tougher for her.
Thoughts. :)
Edited by -shenz- - 10 years ago
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