Not A Simple Engineer Boy!

Ninety One: Sweet Rage (Part 4)

At that moment she knew, what love meant to her.

For her love was thinking about him every waking moment, it was smiling when his dimples peeked when he saw her face, it was melting in his arms when he hugged her, it was enjoying his cooking when he made her favorite meal, it was snapping at him when he was being ridiculous, it was admiring her beauty from his eyes.

For her, love meant him, it meant all of her Xavier Lucifer Joseph.

He pulled her closer to him and his head dipped in the crook of her neck, nuzzling and inhaling her scent, "You smell of pure sandalwood and home, so heavenly.", he murmured, his lips nibbling her skin, awakening desire in her.

"Xav!", she moaned when he nipped her skin harder than she had expected. She tried to move back to bed, to take him with her but he held her tight in his hold, not allowing any movement.

His fingers grazed over her bosom, the simple act causing her toes to curl. He flicked open the three front buttons of her kurti, giving him access to touch her bare skin. His index finger slowly slid over her exposed cleavage and she shivered, "Xav, stop teasing, please!"

Her hands searched for the buttons of his shirt, trying to open it. It felt frustrating to open so many of them, "Ugh!", she cried when her shaky fingers weren't able to speed up the things.

His hands came up to the collar, and fisting them he pulled away the french plackets of his shirt in a single strong jerk. The buttons of his shirt flew all over the marble floor, creating a musical ripple.

She immediately shoved the offensive piece of fabric off his shoulder and he helped her by removing it completely and throwing it across the room. Her eyes were presented with the glorious caramel torso of Xavier and she moaned when he took her hands and placed them over his naked chest.

Wow!

She bent down to kiss his jaw, nibbling it from the sharp jut of his chin to his neck. Mumbling incoherently his arms cinched her waist, jerking her closer. His left hand glided over her back and held her head. He pulled her to kiss again and she delightfully agreed.

Her hands traveled all over his chest and shoulder, experiencing defined hard muscles everywhere beneath the softness of her palm. He busied himself with kissing her face from her eyes to cheeks to ears to everything, taking his extra sweet time nibbling and licking her sensitive neck. She felt his body shudder whenever her nails grazed over his skin.

It felt overwhelming to love Xavier, it was painful and blissful at the same time.

Their hands and lips explored each other as much as possible in their close embrace.

It wasn't enough for her, she wanted more. Somewhere in her mind, she remembered how different the skin on his sides nearing his back had felt, and she wanted to feel it again. Her hands moved towards his back and his body went still, stopping everything that he was doing to her.

"Kritika, I wanted to...I wanted to tell you something.", it was almost an inaudible whisper near her ear.

Placing her hands on his chest she urged him, "Hmm?"

His shaking hands grabbed her both wrists and set her hands over his sides, "Touch me.", and then he held her shoulders, giving her open access to his body.

She hesitated as she saw his head drop down, as if he avoided looking into her eyes. But he didn't stop her hands from touching his back like the last time, rather he was encouraging her. Her fingers finally slid over the skin there. He whimpered, "Krithika!" and her eyes widened.

What is that!?

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A/N

Btw, the song attached is so fucking magical like wth. Avid Ghibran fan here ;)

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