Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Thirty six•~~

It took him a lot of effort not to act upon his need and reminisce about whatever he did and saw last night. Her gorgeous and tempting skin. All he did was to breathe in her sweet scent while his hand now caressed her shoulders and nape.

Andaleeb was shocked to realize that the electrifying sensation she was feeling right now was something she never even experienced with Aurang too. The tension in the air between them was too unimaginable and undescribable but it could only be felt by these two.

He again held her both wrists and plopped them on the wall beside her head. Intertwining her fingers with his, he made a lock. The same lock-shaped necklace that he gave her, and he had the key for it. Every time, Masab entangled their fingers to make a living example of it,  and this act never felt as seductive as it did to her now.

Right now, all Andaleeb wanted was to rip every bit of sanity from both of them.

"I'll make you will ache for me, sweetheart. One day, you will crave me like a drug, like a temptation, and like an insatiable habit. Next time when we will ever come close, whatever you felt right now would be nothing in front of that. Only I will be in your every sense. No confusion, no second thoughts, and no vague feelings. Only you and I. And no none else," he murmured sensually in her ear.

Her heart fluttered at a thin line at this. She bit her lower lip. "Why next time? Who knows if the next time will even come or not."

Masab's gaze fell over her lip, which she had just bit, and he groaned at the sight. But what happened next wasn't less any any shock for him when he felt her soft and hot lips over his own. She plopped both her lips over his lower lip, her beautiful, seductive eyes digging into his, which were widened with surprise.

The entwining of their hands became dangerously tighter, as the lock had just found the key by this kiss. Masab's earlier astonishment soon fell apart as he kissed her back, much deeper and hotter than what she had been doing. He covered her full lips with his mouth, making her moan in pleasure.

Nibbling over her lower lip, he sucked it delightfully and finally made a way inside her mouth. She tasted wonderful and the very first deeper physical connection with the girl he loved sprouted his love for even more. Closing every distance between them, he didn't realize when they stood so close to each other that their bodies were almost pressing against each other.

Andaleeb closed her eyes in ecstasy as he was devouring her mouth like there was no confirmation of whether they would have a next time or not, as she claimed.

And she had many times thought about the physical intimacy after marriage in the past. But no thought could win against this moment which she was now having with her totally unexpected husband. That was mesmerizing, enchanting, and captivating. His kiss was consuming yet in a pleasurable way that no words in the world she could find to explain.

That was true that Andaleeb recalled no one during this moment. There was no Aurang, no feeling of remorse for letting her kidnapper take away her many first things, and no hurt for what her family would be suffering. There was only one sensation, and that was a pleasure, a sense of comfort and security as this man was kissing her; his hands were clasped in hers, and his strong build acted as a protection for her.

A strong sense of guilt flashed in her whole body and it ripped apart every bubble. She sought to stop this moment. However, after making the man who was obsessed with her intoxicated by her intimacy, why did she ever consider him pulling away? Andaleeb jerked their enjoined hands but even in front of this contrition, she couldn't bring herself to dislike his hot touch. Feeling angry at herself, she did the last resort and bit over his lip harshly.

Masab jerked away from her, a look of disbelief in his eyes. His jaw dropped as he slightly touched his lower lip where she had bit and now blood was spilling out from the corner. But nothing could make up for the loss she felt from the sudden lack of his warmth near her as he pulled himself away. What kind of dangerous game she was putting herself into?