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Part - 8 (B)
She took a moment on the bed,
she hadn't experienced this feeling for years, never in years. This was never with Vikrant, it was a connection, it was the feeling to be around always but this, this was never with him.
"M-mahir.." she faltered. Mahir came close to her, he is standing a square-feet before her. He is not making any effort to tear his gaze from her clean back. He bends taking off his shirt, over her, untie her bra.
"We have never met this way before Bela!" his jaw relaxed but voice with a rage to have her in him.
"May I?" he asks. His every word, his breath, his close proximity is sending sensations like swirling treacle low in her belly, unnerved her. She didn't speak.
He gets close to her ears "may I Bela?"
She stops her breath right there to answer him "Mahir...I want you as much as you want me"
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He just didn't shower, he climbs down with his kisses on her ear, her neck to her back and stops right at the tip of her hip..., he aggressively turns her to face him and in response she hugs him tight as her bra was loosen, it get stuck right there in between them. He slides his hands on her arms pulling back the strap of bra back at place before they have space in between them. He takes the sheet from bed and cover her bottom, surprising her, she looks questioned.
"Mahir..?"
"Shhh..." as he continues to tie the sheet around her keeping her close and "My love will not be there with the cost of your identity" and he continues his action.
"App itne ache kyun hai.." tears run down her cheek and he pulls her close, hitting her groan to her and stopping her breath. "I will not be good, uptil here..Bela, the princess" he touches the top of her abdomen and he pulls back her hair and starts kissing her neck aggressively. She retorts him back as she frees herself from him and kiss him on his lips with the same need, the same rage.
He takes the breath in between "Just don't kill me".
She looks back at him as the passion turns into anger listening again she will kill him. She hits him hard on his chest and pushes him back. as she turns to move away, he entangles his finger on her shoulder with the strap of her bra, she stops midway.
"Come back!" he starts pulling her close.."close"...she moves back..."closer" and she hits him on his chest keeping her hand on his thighs to kill him with his resistance, her hands slids close to his groan but he stops her. he sways her hands up, he runs his feather finger down from her arms to her bare parts of her chest.
"Rok kyun rahe ho khudko, kuch nahi hoga mujhe.." she questions him realising how much he wants to touch her every cell of her body.
"Not till the time, we go back in my world.." he replies with hunger in his voice.
"Kyun?"
and he kisses her front, turning her around and facing her, turning her body red, deep red.
"Kyun Mahir...ahanh!" she moans.
She is disturbed, why he is not answering...she pulls his head back to her face as he was sliding down.
"Kyun?"
"Aise hi..!" and he smiles and thinks we doesn't get protections in her world.
"My powers will not go, Mahir" she worries, he might be thinking about her being consummating with a human and she breaks every chord of making love with this thought, but he keeps everything mum.
He goes to the window.
She ties the strap back and reaches back at him, rest her hands on his chest and hugs him tight.
"Mahir, I want you, whole!" she sighs.
He smiles listening this "I always wanted this from you Bela."
"You want me to wait?"she questions.
"Yes...I want you to be free with me Bela
and love me EVENTUALLY"
Indian Mythology
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Anupamaa
