Flames Of Sin
"Rajkumari"
One word, enough to stir up the dormant beliefs of the traditions and her own principles. It reminded her she was not a wife yet. The pulsing muscles beneath her small hands were too mesmerising to let go of. So many years on earth and she had not experienced the rush. Now she could rightfully attest that being beneath a man was the ultimate form of luxury.
Her soft skin had often been roughened by the scars from the war but this was new, after all it had never been under a man's perusal. His lips had already kissed away the berry hue from her's; her heaving cleavage inviting his attention. This might be the only place where she was letting the enemy slay her with their weapons, the weapons in question being his lips, hands and...
Her perceived abstinence from life drew upon the reserves of guilt but feeling it deeply brought on a pleasure so intense that she had to urge him to go harder. She wanted him to punish her like this for the rest of her life.
"Prithvi", she whispered in his ear, wanting to die right then and there in his arms after he had made love to her again and again and again.
He knew. Because he didn't stop. It ignited a flame of aggressiveness in her, her hands screeched down his back; she wanted to draw out blood but alas that could be a deed for another occasion.
Another occasion?
Her mind raced at the speed her hips jerked. How many other lusty occasions was she going to indulge in with this man? Her body never wanted to part with him and her mind was also almost convinced.
"Prem karte hai aapse Rajkumari..", she shut her eyes tight at the admission. If ever she felt vulnerable, his selfless words reminded her his capacity of unconditional love.
She had never felt so cherished. She had never belonged to someone. But now she felt like she did.
The starry night would end soon. They would have to return but the tickles of tall munj grass surrounding them would keep evoking the memories of her own Munj.
Edited by Soul_Stirrer - 7 years ago