Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Seventeen: Gravitational Law (Part 3)

Unceremoniously descending from her bliss of arousal, Krithika felt nothing but used. Anger bubbled inside her in an instant. Insulted and enraged, she grabbed his- whoever the man was- shirt collar and tugged him. She had no idea what she wanted to do, no thought about what she could do. Yet something stupid inside her mind commanded her to do the most unimaginable thing- out of all the things like slapping and punching- that was to kiss him.

And she surrendered to that command.

Tip-toeing to cover up for her height, her lips darted to the front, towards what she assumed were his lips. It was dark and she felt more than content to act on a whim. And that was a win for her as her lips brushed on exactly a pair of soft lips. She had finally kissed a stranger, particularly the one who had dared to insult her. No one gets to do that to Krithika.

Before she could grin excitedly over her victory, she felt him closing the gap between them as he snatched her arms and crushed her body to his.

Fucking hell!

Fear fastened her nerves, and her eyes closed instantly. She hadn't planned it out clearly in her mind, she just gave in to her impulsive thought and perhaps it was wrong- bloody hell it was indecent. But she soon realized that it wasn't the fear of being abused, it was the fear of being desired that made her shiver. She was going to die in the anticipation.

He grabbed the back of her neck before leaning down and kissing her.

Her world exploded.

Ah!

His lips felt so soft and hot. She could feel his hunger for her and her body burst out in heat, his passion burning her like a fever. She wasn't able to keep up with him, trying to kiss him back. In an attempt to steady herself, she grabbed his shirt, holding onto her dear consciousness which was slowly slipping away. Her knees felt weak when his right hand reached for her bottom, pulling her closer- and there was no gap to start with.

His lips were playing a melody on her lips, lazily nibbling and her brain went frenzy. She was unable to think anything straight. It went on for a few seconds and then he went back to his older self, devouring her lips.

The hand behind her neck pulled her hair down, involuntarily releasing a loud moan from her mouth. She felt awakened by the god of lust, who had been holding her off for so fucking long. As if waiting for the opportunity his tongue entered her mouth and continued his enticing onslaught on her.

Oh God! This feels so good!

A mix of liquor, burnt leaves, and something sweet, probably cherries and cream- that's how he tasted. It was stunning to be able to taste an absurd combination of things like that, in such detail. It imprinted on her mind.

She couldn't comprehend what she had gotten herself into. It was devilish, almost like a forbidden sin, and being grown up in a very conservative orthodox family, the highest liberty she gave herself was to kiss her ex-boyfriend once.

That was not even a kiss!

Her subconscious chided.

Her hands found their way to his shoulders, over strong muscles and her nails dug deep. She felt them moving under her fingertips as he ravished her. That elicited a guttural groan from him, the voice sounding so raw that a chill went down her spine. But she didn't shun out, rather it encouraged her inner animal to spring out. Her body moved rhythmically to his movements. It felt alluring, so hot that she unconsciously started to mimic his actions, her tongue trying to mend to his pleasures, her pleasures.

Is this how a kiss is meant to feel?

She felt him go still, the muscles beneath her fingers tensed. Her mind wanted to freeze time, she wanted more, perhaps to continue forever.

Don't fucking stop!

Before she could catch her breath, he had left her alone, in a very desperate position. She was breathing heavily, trying to make up for her lost oxygen. She opened her eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to see past her blurry vision. She searched around and felt his absence.

She felt mortified by her actions.

What the fuck are you doing?

After acting brazenly, she still was seeking him. She was going to regret it the next day- or not. Didn't the saying go like 'To err is human'?

Heat crept up her back when she touched her lips and imagined what had happened a few minutes ago. She would be damned if she regretted that kiss, she had enjoyed every minute of it.

Though it was dangerous for her.

She had to avoid the two beasts- the one who had left her after gifting a kiss and the one inside her, that craved more. They both were dangerous for her common sense.

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A/N

A club song like "Honey Honey" creates that mysterious environment that I always found missing in general. Comparing the scene in this chapter, I found that this song fits the mood more than any other song.

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