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He frowned at her change in subject. “I didn’t see a note.”
She clasped his jaw and turned his head to the dining table next to them. Sure enough, her note was there.
“Sheena—Rajiv’s wife—is here at the hotel. I’m going to the lobby to meet her.”
His shoulders sagged and his forehead dropped to hers. “I was so mad when I saw him. I thought the worst. That you and he…”
The raw emotion in his voice tugged at her heartstrings. He’d always been so possessive of her. At one time, she’d reveled in it and in the fact that she was his. God! As if accepting that she wanted to stay with him and finish what he’d started earlier had opened a well of buried emotions and memories. She was suddenly feeling so much, remembering so much more. She needed to know why he was still so possessive about her…after years that too.
“Why? Why does it matter to you so much if he and I…?”
“Because…” he began, “Because at one time you were mine. Only mine. Because I still want you to be mine. And the thought of you with someone else makes me want to commit murder. I want you so badly, Avantika, that even the idea of you with someone who isn’t me hurts. I’ve wanted you for years. I never stopped wanting you.”
Her throat clogged, listening to him. His words poured like molten fire through the various cracks in her chest, filling them up and welding them together. Her heart had been broken for so long, and his admission was healing her, fixing all the broken, jagged parts of her heart, making it whole again. She’d mistrusted him for so long; perhaps it was time to give him the benefit of the doubt.
She replied to him in the only way she could. She pulled him to her and planted her mouth on his. His low growl of delight reverberated in her chest. His arms wrapped around her waist, and he yanked her to him. She exhaled a sigh of pure bliss.
Her life had been empty and vacant for too long. She hadn’t known what was lacking until he’d walked back into her world and rearranged every belief and every conviction she’d had. She’d tried to forget him for years, but one week with him and she knew that being in his arms was exactly what she’d been missing. She’d yearned for this, for him, even while hating him—she’d yearned for that version of him she’d thought she’d lost.
She’d craved his touch; she’d longed to hear his voice again, to hear his teasing remarks, to see his now rare smiles, and to experience what it truly felt like to be the focus of all his attention. That’s why no other man had matched up. Because no other man had been him. Dev Luthra. Now, he was right here, in front of her, and she wasn’t letting him go, not until she had her fill of him.
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Bolts of lust speared through him as Avantika licked the insides of his mouth. His body hardened, and his mind cleared of every single thought. All that remained was her and this growing need to claim her and consume her until he didn’t know where she began or where he ended. Fire blazed inside him, a volcano threatening to burst free.
Still kissing her, he lifted her in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to his room, placing her gently on his bed. Thunder crashed in the distance beyond them, obliterating the sun, and greying the skies. His heart thundered, echoing the sounds of the weather.
His hands roamed down her face, her neck and down her waist, while her mouth continued to make sweet love to his. He climbed on top of her, trapping her beneath him. Heat poured into his veins as their bodies aligned in perfect symmetry, as always, as if they were created for one another.
He pushed a strap of her dress down. His mouth latched on her exposed shoulder, and he sucked it hard, rolling his tongue around it, soothing it. Avantika squirmed under him.
He shifted to look into her eyes. “If you want me to stop this, you have to tell me right fucking now.”
She blinked as if surprised by his question. But even if it killed him to do so, he’d stop if she didn’t want to continue. The choice was hers. Always hers.
At her silence, he began to rise. She jerked him back on top of her. “Don’t you dare stop.”
His lips curved. He clasped her cheek. “Say my name, Avantika.”
Her eyes flashed with annoyance. “No.”
She pulled his mouth back to hers.
“So defiant,” he said between kisses. “I promise you that you will scream my name today.”
She bit his bottom lip, and his blood thickened. He helped her out of her clothes, tossing them away until she lay fully nude beneath him.
His mouth dried as he stared at her. All her tattoos were on display, and they were gorgeous. She was gorgeous. Perfect. He could look at her forever. But the need to touch her overruled everything.
He caressed her shoulder blades, skimming his hand across her inked arm, caressing each and every scar that he felt beneath his hand, and then he took the same journey with his mouth. He kissed every inch of her inked skin, his tongue running over her scars.
Her head fell back, and her eyes shut as he paid homage to her arm, worshipping it, worshipping her like the Goddess she was to him.
His chest burned for all that she’d gone through, for all that he’d been unable to prevent. She grabbed his head and returned his lips to her mouth, making him forget the past and everything else. Right now, it was only about them and this long-awaited moment.
Lifting her leg, he wrapped it around his waist, pushing his hard length into the vee between her legs. She moaned into his mouth, the delicious sound making him harder. His hands coasted down the slopes of her breasts until he took them fully in his palms, cupping and caressing, relearning every curve and every angle of her body. Her curves were fuller now, sexier, all woman. All his. She’d always been his, and he was going to make her his all over again.
He flicked a nail across a pebbled tip and she cried out. Fuck! She was so responsive. His mouth latched onto a peak, and her hands sank into his hair as he tasted her skin once again. His mouth licked and sucked her breast while another hand continued to play with her other breast. He paid attention to both her breasts one by one, and her body moved against his, seeking friction, seeking release.
