She sighed heavily.
“I hate her. I hate her,” she snarled under her breath.
So did I. I hated Princess Rati for putting her daughter through this hell. If she was responsible for our current situation, I would destroy whatever life she had left. Even being in prison wouldn’t protect her from my fury.
I kissed Tasha gently.
“You need to get some rest. Sleep. I’ll watch over you,” I promised.
“Umm, creepy much? One stalker was enough for me, thank you very much,” she mumbled.
Always with the sass! Even when she was half asleep.
What the hell was I going to do if she decided to leave me again? How would I ever get over her? I decided to worry about it when that miserable day arrived. For now, I was going to show her how much I loved her. Only through my actions, though. No more sappy declarations of love, I told myself sternly as I closed my eyes.
* * *
“You talk in your sleep,” Tasha teased when I opened my eyes.
The early light of dawn crept in through the window, indicating that it was still very early.
“I hadn’t pegged you for a morning person,” I grumbled, as I pulled her into my arms and turned on my side, spooning her from behind.
“I’m not. But I wanted to hear what you were mumbling,” she said, with a giggle.
“If I dropped any national secrets, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to kill you,” I retorted, rubbing my whiskery chin over her shoulder.
She squealed and pinched my hip in retaliation. I squeezed her breast and bent my head to run my stubble over the tender skin. Tasha moaned and leaned back to give me better access. I slid down a little and leaned forward to catch the nipple closest to me with my lips, giving it a little nibble. She tried to turn over onto her back, but I pushed her down on her stomach and drew the sheet away from her delectable body.
I licked my way down her spine, stopping to nibble at the curve of her hips, and the little indentation over her butt. When she gasped, I bit harder, and soothed the skin with my tongue.
I ran a finger gently down the crevice of her butt, and down towards her core. She was wet and ready for me, but I didn’t just want ready. I wanted her to crave me as much as I craved being inside her. I stroked her clit in steady circles, first gently and then harder.
“Now… please, DV. I need you now,” she cried.
When I felt her legs begin to tremble, I spread her long legs apart and raised her hips off the bed. Then, I rolled on a condom from the strip on the bedside table and thrust into her from behind in one smooth stroke that had me buried inside her to the hilt. I gripped her hips and began to move slowly, almost pulling out completely before I slammed into her again. She caught my rhythm, and mirrored my movements, squeezing her inner muscles around me like a vice on my downstroke.
It took me by surprise the first time she did that, and it took all my willpower to not come right then. I gripped her hips hard enough to leave a mark and abandoned all attempts at being gentle and slow. Tasha was more than a match for me, meeting every thrust of mine with a squeeze until we were a blur of movement, and soft moans and harsh grunts as we raced to the finish. She came with a keening cry a few seconds before I did, squeezing her inner muscles around me, milking my cock with all she had. I panted into the crook of her neck, trying to catch my breath as our movements slowed and then stopped.
It was all I could to not collapse on her, but I put my weight on my elbows and flexed my cock inside her once more, enjoying her shudder as she was hit by the aftershocks. Tasha slumped over the pillow as I pulled out slowly, agonisingly, her velvet sheath clinging to me.
I was smiling as I headed to the bathroom to clean up. I was going to make sure I woke up with Tasha in my arms for the rest of our lives.
We went back to sleep for a bit until I was roused by a sudden sound. When I raised my head, I realised that my phone was ringing. I answered the call before it woke Tasha up. She was still fast asleep.
I threw on my boxers, walked out of the bedroom and waited until I shut the door behind me to speak.
“This better be important, Jaideep.”
Although I knew that Samar’s second-in-command wouldn’t call me so early just to chat.
“You’re not going to like this,” he announced.
“What?” I asked absently, heading to the kitchen to put the kettle on.
“There’s been another leak.”
I froze in my tracks.