Avani's room was decorated in the themes of periwinkle and ivory. It was her oasis, a pearl oyster where she could spend hours in.
She lay on her plush bed, feeling the smooth, airy bedsheets caress her skin. Her room smelt of lavenders and vanilla and the fireplace was charmed to burn a pale flame instead of its usual fiery red, maintaining the ambience.
Whenever someone visited her room, they were usually shocked. They expected dark shades of black, green or perhaps red and purple. The peaceful aura of the room was very unlike the stormy presence of Avani, who usually had trouble sitting still for even a moment.
But Avani thought her room suited her well. If she could not have peace inside her, she would force it from the outside. An odd sentiment, but she had never been the one for philosophy.
Avani knew Tom would find her later, and she would be lying if she said she didn't want him to. Still, the idea of ideally waiting for him didn't seem too appealing. So she decided on taking a shower.
Then she changed into her silk nightgown, a soft flimsy article that reached up to her knees. She lay back again on her bed, this time, her skin cold from the shower. Her hair smelt of coconut and almonds. It was oddly therapeutic.
She heard a knock. She waited a good minute before she opened the door.
Tom stepped in, and Avani peered into the hallways of her house, making sure no one had seen him enter her room. Then she locked the door, leaning against it as watched Tom assess her room.
"Your room is not what I expected it to be."
Avani lazily picked at her nails. "I've been told that before."
Tom watched her room with great detail. A person's chambers told a lot about them.
She had a huge four-poster bed in the middle of the room, and instead of curtains, long strings of pearls hung from the rods. They looked real.
Her room screamed wealth, and somehow, it irked Tom. He had grown up in poverty, and even now, he could not afford the luxury the Chaudhrys lived in.
Apart from Tom and Avani's age difference, their childhood and economic conditions were too at a space of miles. No wonder the two of them were so different. They barely passed two hours without arguing.
"Why did you tell my father that I smoked," Avani asked, stepping towards him.
"It was an honest mistake."
"No, it wasn't."
Tom chewed his lip before chuckling lowly. "No, it wasn't."
Avani scoffed. "Arsehole."
Tom stepped before her, towering over her frame with his imposing presence and height. He caressed her cheek, tucking a midnight wave behind her ear. His hand crept behind her head, fingers slowly grasping her hair. He pulled her head back slowly. When she resisted, he tugged slightly.
"Say that again, I dare you," he said.
"You can't threaten me in my own house, Tom."
"Yes? Why is that?"
Avani looked up into his dark eyes, her own fluttering when she felt his hand place feathery touches on the back of her thighs.
"My father is downstairs. I'll scream."
Tom smirked at that, harshly pulling at her hair. Her eyes watered with the burn on her scalp.
"Alright, scream then."
For once, she thought he was going to place a silencing charm on the room, but instead, he did something much worse. He landed his lips on the curve of her throat, and Avani gasped slightly.
He kissed the tender skin of her neck, his hands bunching up the soft fabric of her nightgown.
"Why aren't you screaming, Avani?" Tom asked, his voice dropping by octaves.
Avani looked at him with her eyes glossed with sensual desires and shame. Her chest heaved up and down, her nipples poking through her nightgown.
Tom hummed with satisfaction at her silence, wrapping his fingers around her throat. He tightened his grip to the point she only managed to take calculated breaths. He pushed her down on her knees.
He let go of her throat momentarily as he got rid of his suit jacket and vest. He undid his cuff links and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.
Avani adjusted to a comfortable position on her knees, and when Tom's hands found her again, she undid his belt. The sound of the metal clinking made her drip down her thighs.
She pulled down his boxer briefs and took him in both hands, her fingers going perfectly around his length.
She looked at him through her lashes as she licked the tip, tasting the precum.
His eyes fluttered close, and he let out a groan. Avani wrapped her lips around his length, hollowing her cheeks.
Tom pulled her head harshly, shoving himself down her throat, and the girl's whine vibrated through her throat to his veins, and Tom found himself moving her head up and down with a ravenous need.
As he looked down, he found what he saw to be perfectly alluring. The sight of her down on knees with one sleeve of her nightgown slipped down her shoulder was maddening. Her hair stuck to her forehead, and she barely managed to keep her eyes open.
Her mouth was hot around him, and when he felt her tongue run all the way up his length, he felt his stomach tighten.
Not yet, he thought. He pulled himself out of her mouth and picked her up with her upper arm, pushing her onto the bed.
She barely managed to straighten when she felt the bed dip beside her. Tom turned her around on her knees, making her hands rest on the footboard of her bed. The pearl strings brushed her nose, and she turned her head to the side. Rough fingers grabbed her waist, and Tom lifted her nightgown, placing himself behind her.
Tom pushed inside her, and Avani whimpered, her back arching from pleasure.
"Fuck," she moaned slowly, afraid her father or the elves would hear her. But Tom did not consider anything as he wrapped his hand around her hips, moving in sync with his movements.
The feeling of him inside her was too much and when his hands found her breasts, calloused fingertips digging into her tissue, she felt an array of whimpers pass her lips.
He thrust hard, and Avani found herself holding the pearl to prevent herself from collapsing on the mattress. The strings broke, the pearls disintegrating on the marble floor, and if the tapping sound was to be of her crashing psyche, Avani wouldn't know.
There was a knock on the door, and Avani gasped, placing a hand on her mouth. Tom slowed, but he did not stop. He turned her around, laying her on her back as he adjusted himself at her entrance.
"Aren't you going to answer?" Tom said.
Avani nodded, pushing her fingers through the hair stuck to her from the sensual heat of their bodies.
"Yes?" she said out loud.
"Are you alright, Avani? I heard noises," Mr Chaudhry said from the other side of the door.
Avani looked at Tom with a panicked expression, but he only dug his teeth into her breasts before pushing himself into her again.
Avani's head pressed into the mattress, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and she pressed a firm hand over her lips. Tom smirked against her skin.
"I'm fine, father. I'm only studying."
Tom's fingers found her clit, as his pace turned slow, yet hard and deep.
"Is it because of your grades, dear? Don't stress too much over it. You'll easily catch up. You're too smart for failing," Mr Chaudhry said.
Tom laughed slowly. "Are you a smart girl, Avani?"
Avani pulled at his hair, her body shaking as Tom's fingers played with her sex.
"I'm not stressing, Father," Avani said. She gasped loudly when suddenly Tom increased his pace.
"Fuck," she whispered, her eyes watering.
"Are you really alright, Avani?"
"Merlin, I'm okay," Avani said, almost frustrated, and she immediately felt guilt seep through her body.
She heard her father sigh and mutter her goodnight.
"I hate you," Avani said, her nails digging into his back through his untucked shirt. Tom sucked in a breath from the burn.
"You don't," he said knowingly.
No, she didn't. And she knew so from how Tom rested his mouth on her pulse. If his teeth were to tear through her skin and rip out her artery, leaving her bleeding, she would let him.
And Tom knew it. So when he finally rolled his hips, his movements becoming sloppy from the need to release the pressure building, he watched her fall.
She was unravelling, crashing into the darkest, hollowest pits of sins, and Tom was devouring the sight.
And at that moment, she wanted to ask him, Tom, my beloved, whose abyss are you born from?