Anahita
Have you ever put your hands in freezing cold water till you can't feel them anymore? As the coldness is so much that all you feel is numb. That is how everyone describe him, numb. An astute businessmen, for whom the reputation of his famil...
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Anahita
I sensed it before I felt the warmth of those lips, I always have a hard time looking away from, as they descended upon mine in a swift motion. One moment I was transfixed by the strong set of jaw and how his lips moved as he exhaled, how his eyes darkened in a flicker of time as he searched my face while holding it in his hand. And suddenly the next second his other hand reached up to cup my face with both hands as I was dragged into a kiss.
It is sudden, desperate and oh so explosive. The feather soft contact at first sent thousands of butterflies free inside me. My eyelids drooped and I couldn't help the sigh that escaped me, as he curved and moulded his lips over me. Tasting the upper lip and then running his tongue over the seam. He feasted on the lower lip. My hands reached up on their own accord to his biceps. Moving over strong shoulders and neck to finally make their journey to his head. Fingers slipping in the inky strands that were one of the many subjects of my fascination since forever. And goodness they felt so smooth. The feel of them in my hand was marvellous and at the same time, thrilling. His hand moved over my waist. Sliding and slipping behind as he pulled me in. He stepped ahead, resulting in my steps to retreat back. Further and further until the back of my knee hit the bed and we both tumbled down atop the mattress. All while the fervent swipe of his lips and tongue never ceased and they kept their pace, getting more desperate even. My mind was not mine anymore. It was all blank. I couldn't think straight. And at that moment I didn't want to. I was running out of breath but air was not important right now. The feel of his lips was. I registered his hand slipping in my hair. The sweet touch, making me shiver as I let mine tug at his raven strands.
A grunt rumbled in his throat at that. The sound, so dangerously sensual that my breath hitched. Heat pooling low in my belly. I gasped and gulped the air greedily when he left my mouth only to shower little kisses along my jaw.
Adhrit Raichand is kissing me. No, my husband Adhrit Raichand is kissing me. I'm in bed with my husband. With whom I'm going to part ways after a little over a year.
The stark truths came to my mind one after another.
What came over him?
No, no.
What came over me that I forgot everything and let him kiss me?
"Adhrit..." I tug at his hair, trying to get him off of me while my other hand pushes at his chest. But it was like a solid wall that refused to budge.
He didn't seem to hear.
His lips found mine again. one hand cupping my jaw while the other started tracing my side and skimmed down towards my waist, which was bare because of the drape that had slipped aside when this giant of a man fell upon me.
The touch sending shivers down my body. Calloused hand over soft skin, the contrast so new and familiar at the same time. As though, my body knew the touch.
