Obsession Or Love ?? A Virika FF - Page 37

Every light was on. They hadn't shut them off earlier. The expression on his face was fierce, tender, and strangely peaceful. She took a deep breath, her whole body quivering, She became intoxicated as he stretched himself over her.

She clutched him to her, almost afraid that he would escape, needing some sort of reassurance that he was real, that he was hers. She had never, ever been a possessive or obsessive woman, but Viren was so incredible, so completely amazing, that it seemed almost impossible that he really existed, that he was truly hers. Sometimes he almost seemed like a dream, a lovely dream that took her existence from ordinary to extraordinary.

"Relax, baby." Viren whispered in her ear, his warm breath making her shiver.

Relaxing her arms, she wrapped them around his neck, trying to control her feral instinct to bind him to her, protect herself from ever having to live without him. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm feeling desperate." She hadn't meant to say it, it sounded pathetic, but it was true. Her emotions were on overload and her body was clamoring for more.

He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses up the side of her neck. "No more desperate than I am. Every time I hear your voice, see you, talk to you, I want to get closer. Hell, all I have to do is think about you." Lightly, his tongue licked her lips, tracing the contours of her mouth. "I want inside of you. I want us to be fused so tightly that you can never get away."

Yes. Yes. That's how she felt.

His mouth came down on hers, no more teasing, no more seduction. He invaded, pillaged, ravished with his lips and tongue, and she opened to him like a flower to the sun. She moaned as he sated a small portion of her desire for cohesion, her hips automatically lifting, wanting other body parts to merge, needing some relief from her hyper-aroused state.

He pulled his mouth from hers, his breathing ragged. Pulling her arms from around his neck, he gripped her wrists and imprisoned them at her side, sliding slowly down her body.

She squirmed, pulling at her wrists that were held tightly, one on each side of her waist. He licked and kissed her, making her want to scream with frustrated desire.

He wasn't gentle, and she didn't want him to be.

Pleasure and pain.

"Viren. Oh, God. Please. The feeling of being at his tender mercy was maddening, intoxicating, breathtaking.

Her body nearly exploded just from his possessive, completely aroused, masculine snarl.

His attack was immediate and totally carnal. Mouth devouring, tongue penetrating, he claimed her with an intensity that made her cry out his name as her body quivered.

Still gasping for breath as he crawled up her body and lay at her side, she rolled into his body and threw her arm over his massive chest, burying her head against his shoulder.

"Feel better?" his voice was raspy, but laced with amusement.

She batted his shoulder weakly. "Were you trying to kill me?"

"Only with pleasure, baby," he whispered, his voice heated.

"Well, then you were successful." She ran her hand down his chest, tracing his scars, wondering why a man as wonderful as this one had suffered such pain. Sometimes life just wasn't fair.

Her hand trailed down his abdomen, tracing every toned muscle. He was sculpted like a Greek statue. "You're so gorgeous," she whispered

"I'm starting to think we need to take you to an eye doctor," he rumbled, his voice graveled, but adoring.

"My eyesight is perfect and so is my perception. You're so strong. Handsome."

Their eyes stayed locked and a tear trickled down her cheek as she saw no sign of fear in him

His arms came around her, holding her tightly against his body. They were both sweaty and spent, but she felt so complete, so content.

It took a while for her breathing to return to normal and her racing heart to quiet She snuggled her head back onto his shoulder.His breathing became deep and even, his arms still locked around her, but relaxed.

Her heart flipped and a bone deep ache penetrated her body. He trusted her so much that he could be at ease when he felt most vulnerable. She turned her head and kissed him lightly, her heart overflowing with love for this man.

This man who put her needs first.

This man who trusted her.

This man who would go to any lengths to please her.

This man she loved.

She'd always treasure his trust, nurture it as though it were precious. Which it was.

Exhaustion made her eyes close, her body relax.

Her breathing became deeper, matching the same rhythm as the man next to her.

They woke the next morning in the same position, completely rested and comfortable.

**********

Viren paced the courtyard of the elegant resort with a frown.

Was he about to make a big mistake? What if she wouldn't have him? The last six weeks had been the happiest of his life. Did he really want to screw that up?

He looked out at the water, reliving those memories with a contented sigh.

I don't want to screw it up. But I need her. I want her to be mine. The need to brand her as his, to stake his claim, was nearly overwhelming.

Looking toward the outside door to their suite made him shudder. Why was this so hard? He and Jeevika shared everything. There wasn't a corner of his heart and soul that she didn't know.

His phone vibrated in the pocket of his suit jacket. He was in a suit and tie, and it wasn't even a damn work day. He was currently in Orlando, to visit Disneyworld of all places, to realize one of Jeevika's dreams. Incredible that a woman born and raised in Tampa had never been to Disneyworld!

Of course, neither had he. But, then again, he had come to Florida as an almost-adult.

He clenched his last heart-wish in his palm, squeezing it until his hand was white, his blood circulation nearly cut off.

He had saved one wish. The other one had been used to get her to come on a vacation trip during her spring break. He had given her the heart a month ago and told her he wished that he could take her someplace that she wanted to visit during her spring break.

Okay. Yeah. He expected Paris, London, The Orient, or even Africa. Instead, she had mumbled quietly that she had always wanted to go to Disneyworld. Barely more than an hour's drive from Tampa, and with a private jet available for travel anywhere in the world, he hadn't expected this to be her dream vacation.

Granted, it had actually been fun. He especially liked it when she got scared on a ride and threw herself in his arms with a shriek and a delighted laugh. Tonight was their last night at the resort, and he was taking her to dinner in one of the best restaurants in Orlando. He just hoped that they had something big to celebrate.

Fishing his phone from his jacket, he looked at the caller ID. Vadhera, Virat.

"What?" he snarled into the phone.

"Did you ask her yet?"

Viren nearly laughed at the slightly nervous voice on the other end of the phone. Virat acted like this event was just as important to him as it was to Viren. "No. She's getting ready for dinner."

"You've had a week. What the hell?"

"What do you care?" Actually, Viren knew very well why Virat cared. He'd let it slip that if Jeevika said yes, Virat would very likely be seeing Manvi again.

"She's good for you. You need her. Plus, I don't want to put up with your shitty mood if she says no."

She wasn't going to say no. She couldn't say no. He would just have to convince her. Anything else was not an option.

The door of their suite opened, and Viren lost all interest in his conversation with Virat. "I'll call you later."

"Ask her."

Viren clicked off the call and pocketed his phone, his eyes never leaving the beautiful woman in red that was framed in the door of their suite.

God, she's incredible. Will I ever get used to the sight of her?

Most likely...not. It didn't matter where she was, or what she was wearing, he started having palpitations the moment he saw her.

You look beautiful," he told her truthfully as he reached her side, planting a light kiss on her lips. You look like a goddess.

Every day. Every single time he saw her.

"Thanks. You're looking very handsome yourself, Mr. Vadhera. Are we ready?" she asked, shooting him a happy smile.

"In just a minute." He guided her back in the door, closing it behind him. "I need to talk to you."

Her smile faded and he wanted to kick himself.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, her voice suddenly concerned.

"No." He sat on a leather couch in the opulent suite and pulled her down into his lap. "I need to ask you something."

Do it. Just do it. Before you go crazy.

He opened his clenched fist, showing her his final heart-wish.

"Don't waste it on asking for sex, 'cause I'm pretty much a sure thing." she answered, laughing softly.

He slid her off his lap and seated her beside him. Reaching into his pocket, he handed her a small box.

She looked at him, then the heart, then the box. Taking the box in her hand, she lifted the lid slowly.

"I wish that you would marry me." His voice was husky and filled with part hope, part fear.

"Oh, my God. Viren, I didn't expect this." She pulled the huge, sparkling diamond ring, housed in a platinum setting, from its velvet home with trembling fingers. "I don't know what to say."

"Say yes. Please." Say yes or I'm gonna lose it.

She looked at him with a stunned expression. "You want to marry me? Viren, you haven't even told me that you love me. I assumed you just weren't ready. I didn't expect this."

How in the hell could she not have suspected? She'd owned his heart, body and soul for what seemed like forever. "I love you. I love you. I love you." Surely he had said that to her before? "I do. I can't believe I've never said it, but you had to have known."

She smiled up at him. "I know. I just wasn't sure if you were ready to say it."

"I'm more than ready. You're mine and I want it official." His eyes were intense, his body tight. "I should have told you that I loved you. I'll make sure you hear it so often from now on that you'll be tired of hearing me say it. You deserve to hear it every day. Maybe I haven't verbalized it because there aren't really words to explain how I feel about you. Love seems lukewarm, not enough. But I love hearing it coming from your lips. I should have known that you wanted to hear it." He sighed. "You're My love, My Obsession, My Need, My Life, sweetheart. Please be mine. ."

She threw herself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes tightly, knowing he held his whole world in his arms at that very moment.

He pulled back to look at her face. She was crying, tears spilling from her eyes in an endless stream.

"Don't cry. I don't like it."

"I know. But they're happy tears."

Crying was crying, and he hated to see her cry. He plucked the ring from her trembling fingers and grasped her hand gently, sliding the ring on her finger. His heart raced as he stated, "You're marrying me."

"I thought you were asking." she shot him an amused look. "I haven't said yes."

"You will." he warned, his expression dark. "Say that you will." Say it. Before I have a damn heart attack. Say it.. Now. Right now!

She pried his fist open and pick up the heart gently. She tore it up, letting the tiny pieces scatter over the couch. "Wish granted."

He blew out a relieved breath, his heart hammering. "Yes?"

"Yes. I'll marry you. I love you, too."

"Soon," he demanded.

"We'll see. Compromise?"

"No!" He took her hand in his and gently kissed the ring he had placed on her finger. "No compromise this time."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, dropping a soft kiss on his lips as she caressed the nape of his neck. "A small compromise?"

"No."

He groaned as she pulled his head down and gave him a toe-curling, hot embrace that had him panting in the aftermath.

"You can give a little," she told him in a low, persuasive voice.

He growled as her hand moved down his chest "Are you trying to seduce me into compromise?"

"Maybe. Is it working?" she answered in her irresistible voice.

"Hell yes, it's working," he growled, pulling her into his arms. "Fine. We'll talk terms. Later." He stood and pulled her to her feet.

He was easy.

"Later." she agreed. "Much later." She grabbed his tie and tugged, leading him willingly toward the bedroom.

Maybe being easy wasn't always a bad thing.

They missed dinner and ordered room service hours later. In the hours preceding their celebratory engagement dinner in the suite, Viren learned that compromise wasn't bad at all and that being easy could be a very, very good thing.

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