Masab closed the distance between them as he slammed his lips over hers, feeling ethereal by the feel of her soft and delicious mouth. Andaleeb moaned slightly as she let him explore her mouth without any resistance. Now she realized that was what she had been missing. Their kiss from a few weeks ago had evoked some dead emotions inside of her to awake again. And now she felt them becoming livid again. Masab's hands were all over her body as he devoured her mouth in the true sense. She closed her eyes as her own fists landed over his waist, just trying to ride his shirt up to feel his own skin as he was doing with her. That was so intense that she thought she was going crazy.
His one hand made its journey all over her spine and back as now it landed over her bare shoulders, drawing moans from her lips. While with his other hand, he hooked her one leg around his waist, pulling them more closer to each other. While she herself was able to help him get out of his shirt and now the exclusive touch of his hot, strong and rough skin caused goosebumps to rise on her pores.
Andaleeb had never expected a mere kiss to be this hot, engulfing, and stunning. But this one had all these elements. Now, suddenly, Aurang's memories felt void, hollow, and useless. Her senses were only occupied with this man who was kissing her intensely like he needed her for his life and death. This man who loved her fearlessly, who made her his fearlessly, fought for her fearlessly, and letting her explore all those dead emotions fearlessly became more relevant and important for her than the man who asked her to flee from her house and hid behind her back because he couldn't defend their love.
Masab's fingers entangled with the hook of her top, and his mouth never left her. Her own curious hands started exploring his well-defined chest and abs, driving her over the edge with all of this.
One side of her blouse dangled over her arm as he undid the hook, causing cold air to touch her skin, making a shiver run down her spine. But suddenly Masab pulled away from her mouth. "You hate me. Right?" He asked, breathlessly.
Andaleeb raised a brow. What the hell with this sudden question? Why pause their kiss to ask something stupid like this? She hated him in the beginning but now that hatred went far away, somewhere even she didn't know. The disgust went away as soon as she found her loved ones treating her like a piece of trash, as soon as she noticed that she liked Masab's touch and wanted him to come near her, and as soon as her emotions became messed up when she realized that Aurang was fooling her by claiming his efforts as high display of love while the real love was done by this man who really went for each and every kind of level to get her, irrespective of it being right or wrong.
The girl inside her who loved fairy tales found it too charming. But right now she just needed Masab because she wanted to feel special this night.
She clenched her jaw tightly, still feeling under the effect of their hot kiss. "Is there any second thought about that? I hate a disgusting piece of shit like you with all my heart."
Masab shook his head as he laughed under his breath, seeing the clear indication of her pleasure, approval, and anticipation of their upcoming intimate moment in her eyes. She wasn't a very good liar and fabricator at all.
"We can't continue then. I told you that unless I see the desire in your eyes for me, I won't do anything which would come under force. Even if I had to wait for an eternity," he murmured, pulling up her sleeve above her shoulder again.
Andaleeb scoffed in annoyance. From where did this guy get this much self-control? As far as she was concerned, right now, she just wanted to breathe in this scent and live in this moment with him. Couldn't he see how much craved he was making her for himself? Couldn't he see how much she wanted him? Was he blind?
Masab moved around to leave but she was quick to reach over to him. If she didn't get to come near him right in this instant, she didn't know what she would do. He was almost like a drug which was making her high and dependent on it.
"Hatred and desire are two separate things. I hate you, but that doesn't mean it's the same for the latter too. So don't act clueless. I need you, Masab," she asserted, without any filter causing one side of his lip to fling up.
She folded her arms around his neck and pulled him near to her before tiptoeing on her heels as she reached near his lips, wanting to relinquish the thirst their kiss had rose in her.
He nibbled on her lower lip as Masab took the control of their kiss again. He peppered small pecks over her lower lip, biting over them occasionally, too, causing her to tighten her grip over his hair. "Your sweet mouth seems sweeter and tastier when you say the truth, sweetheart."
Jerk. She thought in her mind. For a moment, Andaleeb recalled that by acting like this, she was going to give him a lead but right now, desire was something running over her head. Masab's intimacy, touch, and kisses were intoxicating, and she didn't have as much self-control as Masab to resist him right now.
He sucked on her lower lip, making a loud moan to leave her mouth, and with this, her senses came back to the present moment,t, which was only filled with this alluring man for her. His fingers again fumbled with her dress as he now left her mouth, only to attach his lips to her throat. Kissing, nibbling, sucking, and biting on her sensitive skin from her throat all over to her prominent collar bones, he caused her to see stars even in the room. That was so odd and crazy.
He again pulled away, looking at her once again to make sure that she really wanted it. And when Masab found no other thought in her beautiful green eyes, his own heart beat at a different intensity now. He loved her too much to begin with, and now, after embarking on this journey that would make them one by every means, his love would see a different aspect.
He plopped his hand over her right cheek, stroking her smooth skin. "I love you."
Andaleeb became still hearing this. Why did it feel real, and why did it feel so close to her heart? However the next moment, she rolled her eyes and tangled her arm in his neck to once pull him near her. Her eyes were burning with fury. "Doesn't matter to me. Make me yours this night."
She slammed her lips against his. Masab touched her bare arm and pulled her away. "Think about this again. If I make you mine at this moment, there's a high chance you will crave me again and again."
She sighed. "I'll see that when the time comes. Now shut up and act upon what we both need."
Masab blinked as he put his thumb and index finger under her chin. "I need your heart too. Can you handle that?"
The way he said it did something to her heart, but then she negated it. Her heart was only owned by Aurang. Desire and love were two different things. Her feeling desire for Masab was understandable, but that was far-fetched when it came to love. That was something she could only feel for Aurang and no one else. There was no second thought about it. She needed this night without any close feelings to pass because of her plan. Just superficial and shallow feelings and nothing else. Link of any emotion would bring her defeat.
"I can never love you, Masab. I only love him," she rasped, her eyes once again showing her need for him so much and that was the first time, Masab wished that she would have shown disdain by his touch because her positive reaction was evoking the same want in his body as well, just wanting to claim her as she wanted. At the same time, it acted as a challenge for him to make her forget Aurang and then let her fall in love with him instead.
She grasped his hand and encircled her slim waist with it. "What are you waiting for now? Make me yours."
He bit over her earlobe causing her to gasp. "You are only mine, Andaleeb. Only mine. Any other thing doesn't matter."
Within moments, he again kissed her mouth with a growing fervor. This dangerous and addicting ride just began and soon it would show its real effect.
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