Shackles of Love#5#MG FF - Page 72

The heavens had opened up, creating a cataclysmic combination of fire and ice for the two souls who were lost in each other. They were drenched through and through, but the chill was hardly felt. The heat radiating from within them was so intense that it could be felt in the aura around them. The wind howled ferociously but Geet was oblivious to the cold as she was enveloped in the warmth of Maan's protective arms. A safer place was but hard to find.

Their eyes spoke the language of passion and surrender. There was no doubt or hesitancy in them, just the carnal desire to lose themselves in each other. Mutual need was dripping from them, just waiting for the privacy they needed to leap out to the forefront and sweep them away in a wave of passion.

She enviously watched as the water trailed down from the wet locks of his hair over his forehead and then trickled down his sharp nose to land on his lip. Another trail trickled down his temples; kissing his jaw line and trailing further down his neck to disappear into the collar of his shirt.

Wanting to feel it herself, she trailed her finger along the path traversed by the water, the feel of his skin luring her to progress further. As she outlined his lips, he kissed her finger tip and bit it lightly, giving her a heated glance, warning her against further mischief.

Geet gave him a saucy grin in return and entwined her hands behind his neck, moving forward to press her face in the crook of his neck. The touch of his skin against her lips incensed her to explore further. She mindlessly followed her instincts as they guided her to trail her lips along his neck and jaw line, placing small pecks, sipping at the water droplets that dared to touch her Maan!

His heartfelt groan was enough to give her courage to go further, when he stopped in his tracks and pushed her against a tree trunk, balancing her on his waist and arms and pressing her snugly against him so that she could feel his aroused state. "Geet!" He growled, "Unless you want me to take you right here, you will have to control yourself! Mujhe koi farak nahi padhta waise'." He whispered naughtily making her blush scarlet and hide herself in his bosom for a while, but her new found confidence in her sensuality urged her and she ignored his admonishment and got busy trailing patterns on his chest peeking through the open buttons of his shirt, the feel of his skin against her finger enticing her to explore more. Maan was in hell with all her ministrations, her fingers igniting his already raging hormones. "Geet!" he growled, "Stop it!" Unable to do anything, he quickly clasped her and almost ran all the way home.

Maan made his way to the bedroom without stopping, banging the door shut behind him.

He kept her down beside the bed and looked at her with his smoldering bedroom eyes, "Haan to where were we?" he said huskily, taking a threatening step towards her. She went a step behind hastily, and was about to fall when a hand grasped her. "Geeet" he tried catching her but they both lost their balance and landed up on the bed which was behind them.

There was silence except for the sounds of harsh breathing and galloping heartbeats. Whether due to the fall or due to their bodies rubbing erotically against each other, no one could say.

Maan raised himself on his elbows to look at her, and unable to resist further, he gently placed his lips against hers. His body shook with suppressed passion as he was finally on the verge of tasting the forbidden nectar he had denied himself. He nibbled softly on her lower lip, urging her to open her mouth, seeking entry.

But as soon as his tongue touched hers, his control was tossed to the winds. He slammed his lips on hers, taking hers in a forceful kiss speaking of his intense longing. Geet responded shyly at first to his overtures but later gained confidence and matched his ardor.

Geet closed her eyes as his beard slightly grazed her cheek and her skin tickled. Then oh-so-sensuously, he kissed her again. His firm, sinful lips trapped her delicate ones and locked her in place. His hands trailed to her bare waist and pulled her closer, pinning her between the bed and himself.

Geet found herself lost in a magical fantasy. She twined her hands around his neck as Maan's hand slid up her spine and reached her hair. He tangled his fingers in the silken mass and angled her head to deepen the kiss, after quenching his thirst his lips trailed to her cheek and jaw line.

Her hands clasped his hair and brought him closer; he willingly closed the gap, crushing her petite frame with his. He kept kissing her all over, but returned to her lips to sip at her honeyed essence, already addicted to it. His mouth explored hers thoroughly, eager to know her each and every secret. She was a willing pupil to his advances. The moment she had been waiting for was finally here and didn't it just feel like heaven?

She had read about first kisses, but had never expected it to be so cataclysmic, she felt as if she was floating in heaven, the touch of his lips and hands on her, exploring her secrets made her writhe in pleasure. A strange storm of emotions had arisen in her body heating it up all the more, and her heart went into overdrive with their closeness.

She arched back to give him more access, savoring his every touch, pressing him more to herself when she felt his lips on the forbidden areas of her chest through her blouse she was in no state to remember her resolutions, she forgot all the fears in her heart about their relationship, all she could think about was this moment on time.

She was here, he was here, treating her like a goddess, taking her outside the realms of pleasure, beyond anything she had imagined or felt. She just wanted to melt in his arms. Surrender herself to this fire which was burning between them. She was losing herself to him, losing to her own self-resolutions. But did this feel like loss? Can any loss be this pleasurable, she gasped as she felt him bite her navel and kiss it to soothe her, arousing her senses to fever pitch. She was writhing in ecstasy, unable to handle the foray of emotions running riot unheeding any call of reason. Wasn't it better to lose to the world of ecstasy than to win by creating a barrier of control between them?

She pulled him to her and he once again captured the soft petals moulding them to the shape of his lips before leaving them again to continue his carnal journey, biting and kissing her along her neck and jawline. His hands were busy feeling her skin exposed by the saree, the longing to remove it making him groan in frustration.

Geet giggled at his plight, and entwined her hands around his neck, getting up of the bed to plant another soul searching kiss on his lips. He willingly gave in to her demands, kissing her forcefully, savoring each and every texture of her, taking in her quintessence.

Both broke for air, gasping for breath. But Maan was nowhere satisfied, the dam of his self control had broken and he wanted to devour her. He wanted to burn in the heat of passion that was radiating from her body, from her soul!

He continued planting kisses over her face, scratching his beard on her soft skin making Geet squeal.

She giggled and thrust hand in his hair to pull him back to her; she looked at him in adoration, a goofy smile lighting up her features, her inner happiness adding an extra glow to her beauty.

"Aap ko pata hai," she said, pecking his lips softly, "This was the bestesttt kiss ever!" she finished placing her lips softly against him, rubbing them with his, waiting for him to deepen the kiss and take her to this new erotic land where pleasure ruled her body and senses.

The sensual spell shattered and Maan froze. He released her from his embrace and put a safe distance between them, raking a hand through his already tousled hair. He ignored the screaming voice in his head to just forget everything and go with the flow. He couldn't believe he was stooping so low. He glared at Geet, for making him lose his control. But she was lost somewhere, pouting at him in complain for having broken off the kiss!

His hazy lustful trance had been rudely broken, seeing the reality again. "God! What the hell was I doing!" Her one statement was enough to make him remember Darji's words.

"Maan if you marry Geet your problem will be solved, so will ours! Is ladki ne hume kahi mu dikhane ke kabil nahi choda! Poore gaon me humare naam mitti me mila diya. Ab kaun karega isse shaadi? Waise iski galti bhi nahi hai! Hai to bahoot bholi na humare beti. Us kamine ki baton me aa gayee."

For some reason he couldn't bear to be just another man in her life.

Damn, what the hell was he doing? How could he be a jerk and lose it? However Geet was, she was his responsibility and he should respect that relationship. How could he do this? Damn, he cursed under his breath.

His mind might have been diverted, but his body was still clamoring for release. Maan was in hell right now, aroused as he was to the point of no return, but he couldn't do anything about it. There was no way he would go to her to alleviate his aroused state. Having no other option, what with his painful arousal pushing for release, he angrily moved towards the bathroom, stripping himself and stood below the icy cold shower to calm his overheated body.

Having once tasted the sweet nectar, he was dying to taste it again, her essence had seeped into his very soul, burning him from within to possess her and claim her as his.

"Isme galat hi kya hai!" he argued with himself when he thought he could bear the distance no more! "She is my wife and she too wants the same thing. I am not imposing my desires on her, she started it with her siren routine. And she's not so nave that she doesn't know what she is doing!" the latter thought burned Maan! The mere notion of any other man having even touched his Geet made him furious. He banged his hand on the wall of the shower to clear the thought, but her voice kept ringing in his ears. "This is the bestest kiss ever!"

The sentence haunted him, making him burn with jealousy at the thought of any faceless man having kissed his Geet, and his anger burst out.

"It's all her fault! She was flaunting herself. So what if I took her up on her offer Am I not a mere mortal who has his own desires? It's because of her sensual and calculated moves that my control almost lapsed!" he tried to justify his behavior. He burned with jealous rage as he remembered the men looking at her. Making a mental note to ban sarees in future, he came out after drying himself, to see that Geet was mumbling to herself as usual. He turned away in anger when he realized that she was shivering badly and hugging herself to preserve her body heat.

The rain outside was at its tempestuous best, adding a slight chill to the atmosphere. He went to close the windows to block the winds and then moved towards her to cover her with a sheet. That's when he realized that she was still in her wet saree. "Ye ladki bhi na! She doesn't have any sense!" He muttered angrily.

"Geeettt" he called out, getting no response he shook her shoulder rudely and she looked at him askance, "Kya hua? Aap wapas dusht danav jaise chilla kyu rahe ho!" she asked cutely.

"Tumhara dimaag kharab ho gaya hai kya? Why haven't you changed out of these wet clothes?" he asked overlooking her DD claim.

Geet ignored him and continued her mumbling session, making him impatient. He grabbed her and made her face him, "What the hell is your problem? Just because you didn't succeed in your stupid efforts you are now ignoring me?"

But she didn't respond, instead slacked off in his arms, her eyes droopy. "Mujhe neend aa rahi hai." She said sluggishly and tried to snuggle up against his warmth, shivering now due to the cold.

"Chi chi Babaji! Ye kaisi baat kar rahe hai aap!" She mumbled even in her half asleep state bringing an unconscious smile to the face of the man holding her.

Controlling himself, he said gently, "Geet, suno. Please change kar lo, otherwise you will catch a cold." But to his despair, she just snuggled back closer to him and snoozed off.

He shook her only to discover that she was out cold. "Kahin isne galti se bhaang toh nahi pee li?" looking at her again. "Haan wohi hoga. Waise bhi is ladki ke saath kuch na kuch hota hi rehta hai. But now what? What am i suppose to do!" he wondered. He couldn't let her sleep in those wet clothes, she was sure to catch a cold. Plus she wasn't responding so how was he to get her to change?

Realizing that there was no other way, he made his way to his wardrobe and removed a long kurta of his. His hands shivered with the notion of what he was about to do next. He might have fantasized about stripping Geet, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined it would be this way. Just the thought of her bare made him go hard again, much to his surprise. He had to stop a moment to get his raging body under control before he proceeded to her. He switched off the lights and covered her with a duvet before unclasping her pallu and removing her wet saree. As much as he tried to avoid looking at her, her skin shining palely in the moonlight, like a pearl gleaming was like a beacon to his senses. His fingers involuntarily moved to touch her bare back, sliding his fingers gently along her spine, making her writhe even in sleep, a husky "Maan" escaping her lips, burning his soul. The intense rush of desire he felt without her even being aware of what she was doing shook him.

Next he pulled the string holding her blouse and threw it away. Knowing that she was bare underneath was another sweet agony. He resisted the temptation to see what he had uncovered, fighting against his lusty self to quickly place the kurti over her before he changed his mind.

Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, he dried her hair thoroughly before tucking her into the sheets. There she lay, as innocent as a new born babe, smiling in her sleep at whatever was going on in her dreams.

As he was about to leave, she turned over and the sheet moved low to her waist. The kurta which had buttons down front slipped to reveal a glimpse of one curvy b*****. He gulped in his saliva looking at the bounty in front of him, calling out to him to taste the luscious skin visible, to feast on her and fulfill this burning need within him. His overheated thoughts and body found no respite and the painful state of his arousal was awakening the beast within him. He moved towards her, unable to help himself, his mind clouded by the hormones rushing through him making rational thought an impossibility.

The ringing of his phone rudely interrupted his dazed state, stopping him from doing something he would regret later. He immediately got off the bed, grabbing his phone, speaking to the person in jerks, as his body was protesting his decision. He finished the call ASAP and rushed to the bathroom to cool his heated ardor, castigating himself for his loss of control.

He called himself a lot of words which you and me don't even know(🤣🤣😉), for having crossed his limits when she was not in her senses. He remembered her earlier words, her tearful eyes when she accused him of playing with her emotions. Then her sudden change of behavior, had he been in his senses he would have realized long back that something was wrong, but no! He had been thinking from his libido! He didn't understand what happened to him. How could he let his body rule over his heart? But didn't that always happen? He remembered all their intimate moments. Just her presence was enough to make him forget all else.

"But no more, Maan! From today, you will avoid her. Keep conversation to the minimum after apologizing to her for today's behavior. She was right! When I don't give her the rights of my wife, kyu mai uspe haq jatata hu!"

After spending another half hour under the biting icy cold shower, he gathered his thoughts and came out to see her still out cold.

Feeling hungry, having skipped lunch, he made his way towards the kitchen.

As he was rummaging around to prepare something, his leg by mistake hit a small bottle, which rolled away. "Ye Geet bhi na! Kuch theek se nahi rakhti!" he muttered and bent down to pick it up.

His eyes became red with fury on seeing the contents of the bottle. He didn't need a name to identify what was in the bottle.

His fist clenched tightly till his knuckles became white, he had a hard time trying to control himself from rushing into the bedroom and confronting her now!

"You messed with the wrong guy Geet! I should have known that the innocence was a faade. A woman can never be trusted. All they can do is stab you in the back! And you proved it once again today."