FF In Her Majesty's Secret Service COMPLETED 2/9 pg 79 (R18) - Page 11

Ishita walked behind him the few steps to their room, her mind caught in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. Raman kept an arm protectively around her as he tried inserting the key card in the door.

"Damn" he said, as he tried again, the door still unresponsive. "Ab aur intezaar nahi hota"

He turned Ishita around until her back was against the door, then held her chin with one hand, the other still trying to open the door.

"Raman, chodo" Ishita squirmed and tried to move away. "Koi dekh lega"

"Dekhne do" he responded, bringing his head down to hers. "Kab tak pyasa rahoon mein?"

He kissed her with abandonment, his tongue demanding entry into her mouth, pushing against her tongue, moving deeper. He had both arms around her now, crushing her to his chest, his hands caressing and kneading her bare back, pulling her closer, and closer... Ishita forgot her embarrassment and kissed him back, opening her mouth to his, pushing back against him, her arms around him, her hands in his hair, pulling his head down. As he deepened the kiss and leaned in on her, the hard metal of the door knob pressed into her back, reminding her that they were still outside.

She pulled back, and pushed Raman away, embarrassed by her own uninhibited behaviour. This was so unlike her, the cool, collected Ishita Iyer. What was he turning her into? This wanton behaviour was just not her.

"Raman" she grabbed the key card from his hand."This is not right. Andar chalo. Let me try"

She turned to face the door knob, passing the key through the slot. It opened easily at the first try.

"Kya Raman" she stormed into their room "you deliberately didn't open it, didn't you? What are you trying to prove? What if someone had seen us? Kitna ganda lagta"

" Ganda kyon" he asked, closing the door and embracing her from behind. He pushed her hair aside, planting soft kisses on the nape of her neck. "You know you want this as much as I do. Aaj subha to bataya tha mujhe. So why pretend now? You are as crazy about me as I am about you. You are as desperate to make love to me as I am to possess you. Underneath that prim and proper exterior, there is a wild, wanton, sexy woman just waiting to come out. Admit it, Ishita."

"No" Ishita pulled out of his embrace, walking into the bedroom of the suite. She sat on the bed and pulled off her shoes.

He had followed her in and stood at the door to the bedroom, pulling of his jacket and loosening his tie. He threw his jacket on a nearby couch, and then walked to the bed where she was sitting.

Ishita looked up at Raman. "I love you Raman" she said. "You know that. But I'm not like you described. I'm not like the other girls you may have known. Like that Sonia. I'm...I'm ... I love you, but all this..."

Raman moved closer to her, his eyes holding hers in an intense gaze. "Itni jalan, Ishita? Woh bhi us Sonia se?"

"I'm not jealous " Ishita shook her hair in denial.

Raman laughed then, throwing his head back in genuine amusement. " oh yes you are meri jaan. You were as jealous of her as I was of that firangi jerk who was trying to paw you. Admit it, Ishita, you are desperate for me."

"No" Ishita insisted, her eyes opening wide as he finally reached her.

"No?" He asked with an amused smile. With one swift movement, he pulled her up into his arms, one hand tangled in her long hair, the other on the small of her back.

"No" she repeated."no, no , no"

His eyes glinted as he moved both hands to the buttons holding up the collar of her dress. Within seconds, his experienced hands had the buttons opened and had pushed her dress aside from her shoulders. He turned her around, not giving her a chance to protest and twisting her hair into one of his hands, he pushed it aside, giving himself access to her bare shoulders and back. He started to kiss her shoulders, raining gentle caresses on both, running his tongue across her neck and back. She shivered slightly, and he changed the intensity of his kisses. The gentle feel of his lips were replaced by sharp small bites, which he then soothed with his tongue, licking and sucking the spot where he had inflicted pain, before moving onto the next.

Ishita had been very still, her hands clenched at her sides, but she couldn't help the moan that escaped her at the intimacy of his actions.

Raman heard her moan and turned her around to face him, his hands cupping her face, as he stared into her eyes.

"So, will you admit it now" he asked, with the complacency of a man who knew just how to make his woman desperate for him. He had underestimated his obstinate Jhansi Ki Rani though.

Even though she was gasping inside at the effect he was having on her, Ishita wasn't going to let Raman win this battle of wits.

"No" her voice quavered a little,but her words held firm.

He said nothing then, merely letting go of her face, his hands moving down to her dress, the disarrayed collar of which was know sitting just above the soft mounds of her breasts. He pulled the dress down, leaving her exposed to his gaze.

Ishita shivered involuntarily again, her eyes closing as he again moved in closer.

Raman glanced tenderly at his wife. He was enjoying this battle of wits with her, because he knew he was in a position from which he couldn't lose, but at the same time, he was determined to make her understand that the desire for him which she tried to keep hidden was pure, sacrosanct and normal. He wanted her to take the lead with him, to dominate him as he was doing to her, but before she was ready for that, before she was ready to explore his body, he knew he had to get her comfortable with his touch on her body.

His gaze moved down to her neck and then further below. Her chest was heaving, her heart beating as if she was running, her breath coming fast as she awaited his next move.

"Shhh" he whispered, kissing her softly on her mouth, as his hands caressed her softly. "Relax, jaan. I love you"

He felt her nipples harden under his touch, and lifted her into his arms, sitting on the bed with her in his lap, his mouth moving to where his hands had been exploring moments before. He kissed and nibbled at her, softly at first, and then with increasing pressure, alternately sucking hard and then kissing gently, his hands tight on her back, her head thrown back as she held onto his shoulders, grasping the softness of his shirt as a balm to the assaults of his mouth on her.

"Was there pleasure in this pain, or was there pain in this pleasure?" Ishita thought incoherently, as she surrendered to his touch. She did not want him to know the effect he was having on her, but she realised that the soft moans and groans that she could hear were coming from her. Her subconscious was giving him the victory he wanted, shouting her surrender in a language of its own.

"Shhh, baby" he had stopped his onslaught, and was pulling her head up gently. "Open your eyes, Ishita. Look at me, sweetheart."

Slowly, Ishita opened her eyes and looked into his, dark with passion and an unmistakable triumph.

"Admit it, jaan"

"Oh, this man of hers, he was so infuriating. He had to win at all costs. But she certainly wouldn't make it easy for him" these thoughts ran through Ishita's mind as she stared back at Raman. She gathered all her strength and looked back at him.

"No" it was a whisper, but it was clear.

Raman smiled. He had expected nothing else. This was his Ishita after all, the most maddening obstinate woman in the world, but also the smartest woman he had ever met. She may be completely inexperienced in this sort of passion play, but these matters of the heart and body did not need either experience or knowledge. All he had to do was to get her to acknowledge her need for him, and he knew there would be no holding her back then.

"Accha?" He scoped her up in his arms and walked up to the head of the bed with her. He then placed her face down amongst the cushions, her bare back towards him. Swiftly he took off his clothes and got into bed with her, kneeling between her legs, his hands caressing her bare back. "We"ll see about that."

He turned his attentions to the buttons at the back of her dress, which still held the fabric tight against her beautiful hips and legs. He made swift work of opening the same, and pulled the last constraining fetters off her.

She gasped as he lowered himself on her, the feel of his bare skin on hers reawakening her memories of his first possession of her. He turned her around, again urging her to open her eyes.

"Look at me, my darling" he urged even as his mouth captured hers, his tongue probing her mouth as his hands caressed every inch of her body. Her body arched against his as she felt him underneath her, her hands clutching at his strong shoulders, moving down his back. He touched her intimately and she gasped and he knew that she was ready.

He tore his mouth away from her as he positioned himself above her, his self control wavering at the abyss of no return

"Are you ready, jaan?"

"Hmm"

"Look at me, Ishita. Say it"

"Yes," she finally said. " Yes, yes, yes"

He smiled as his lips found hers again, their bodies joining as one, moving in unison. He took the lead and she followed, straining against him, opening up to him, welcoming him into her, as they rode a shared wave to ecstasy.