Tum Se Hi (MG) #2 (last part/Epi @pg 71) 15th July- Page 16

THIRTY THREE

As Maan opened his mouth to protest further, Geet stood on tiptoe and captured his lips with her own, her tounge entering his mouth to seek and find his. She molded her body to his, crushing her bre*** to his chest, feeling his arousal against her.

She didn't want to talk, her mind hammered. She didn't want to think. She wished only to feel, fill her senses and the essence of herself with Maan.

Maan had a fleeting image of his conscious telling him that she was in distress, that serious discussion was in order.

But as Geet sank her fingers into his hair and urged his mouth harder onto hers, Maan mentally told his conscience to take a break.

Geet wanted him, Maan thought hazily, and he knew that he wanted her. He was on fire, burning with a desire for her that was never, ever, fully extinguished. It went down, waiting to be fanned into flames of passion that consumed him with need.

He tore his lips from Geet's, lifted her into his arms and carried her to her bedroom. Setting her on her feet next to the bed, he lighted the small lamp on the nightstand, then drew her into his embrace once more.

His mouth melted over hers, and the kiss was searing, nearly rough in its intensity. Tounges met, danced, stroked in a sensual rhythm. Maan raised his head only long enough to take a sharp breath, then slanted his mouth the other way, drinking her taste. She trembled in his arms.

When he gathered handful of material of her dress, she broke the kiss and shook her head, taking a step backward.

Maan frowned for a moment, then understood her intentions as she quickly removed it herself, dropping it to the floor. As she continued to shed her clothing, he removed his own. Their eager hands then reached for each other, and they tumbled onto the bed.

Hands, lips, and tongues explored ' caressing, kissing, tasting, and discovering what they had known before but was now somehow new and wondrous.

Whispers and whimpers and moans of pleasure, accompanied by the tantalizing pain of need, escaped from their lips, neither knowing which one made those passionate sounds.

As Maan drew the soft flesh of one of her br**** deep into his mouth, Geet gripped his shoulders tightly, closing her eyes to focus inwardly, not wishing to miss one precious sensation, one lick of the heated flames sweeping through her. The steady pull of Maan's mouth on her br**** was matched by a pulsing tempo deep within her.

He left her br**** to reclaim her mouth, then moved over her at last, entering her, thrusting fully into her, bringing to her all that he was.

She gasped as he suddenly slid his arms around her back and rolled over, taking her with him. She moved slowly, tentatively upward, her knees on either side of his narrow hips.

Their eyes met, mirroring desire in smoky hues, and then the rhythm began. Maan grasped her waist, nearly encircling it with his large hands, raising his body to meet each motion.

Tension coiled within them, tighter and hotter, bringing them closer and closer to the final ecstasy. They each held back by sheer force of will; waiting, anticipating.

And then'..

"Maan!!"

Geet threw her head back, calling his name again, then yet again. He lifted his hips one last time and found his own release, a moan rumbling deep in his chest. Each wave of sensation that rocketed through them carried them higher, delivering them to glorious place where they could only travel together.

A soft sob escaped from Geet's lips, then she fell forward to be caught tightly against Maan's chest by his waiting arms. She shifted her legs to the tops of his, and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Neither spoke. The haze slowly dissipated as their heated bodies cooled and heartbeat quieted.

"Geet," Maan finally said, his voice still laded with passion.

"Hmm?" she said, not moving.

"I love you."

As he felt Geet stiffen in his arms, Maan silently cursed, calling himself different kinds of names for allowing his emotions to override his good sense.

But in the next moment, he was aware and surprised as his anger shifted in another direction.

Damn it, he thought, he was the other half of this pair of Geet Handa and Maan Singh Khurana, together. He had wants, needs, emotions. He had dreams and goals. Not everything could, or should, be geared solely to Geet's mind state, her emotional timetable.

Yes, there were dragons from Geet's past to slay, but they could fight them together, united as one unbeatable force. There was a time to keep silent, but the moment had come to speak, to declare his love, to be open and honest about the depth of his feelings. Or'..or was he making a terrible mistake.

"Geet?"

"No," she whispered.

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