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As I turn to leave, Ayaan swiftly grabs me, whirls me around and pushes me against the door. His eyes lock with mine, a mixture of challenge and anger reflecting in his gaze.
“Right,” he mutters with a clenched jaw. “You don’t sleep with your enemies. You just slept withmefor your convenience, only to realise I’m one of them. And now you don’t even have the guts to admit that you still desire me, Meher. Stop being a f*cking coward.”
His words hang in the air, swirling with a challenge that ignites something deep within me. I’m anything but a coward! In a moment of recklessness, I close the remaining distance between us and crash my lips against his in a fierce, angry kiss. Our pent-up frustration and undeniable attraction collide, overpowering any rational thought.
The moment I stepped into his room, I knew I was pushing myself into the web of trouble. But the allure of the forbidden was too tempting to resist.
CHAPTER 10
AYAAN
Meher’s kiss is filled with anger and desire, a clash of emotions we can no longer suppress. It’s a battle of tongues and lips, a fiery dance of my passion and her defiance. Her nails claw at my back as her teeth graze my lower lip. Our bodies mould against each other to get their fill after being apart for so long. I can sense that Meher is not going to back off this time. Tonight, she wants me as much as I do. I run my palms over her luscious curves, but nothing about this touch is soft. We are like two animals in heat, wanting a share of the other, playing by our instincts and needs. Meher clings to me, rubbing our bodies against each other and bites my lip hard before pulling away. What the f*ck!
“I’m not a coward,” she says between her gasps.
Her lips glisten from our hot kiss, reflecting the intensity of our desires. Her doe-shaped eyes are ablaze with passion, with my need matching hers. She rubs her lower body against mine, and her fingers dig into my flesh. Lost in the moment, Meher looks me in the eye, her gaze full of promise and passion, as she boldly touches my hungry monster throbbing for her. She whimpers sexily on finding me aroused and ready. The next second, I lunge at her while she reaches for my lips again with fervent longing. The heat between us intensifies, erasing the boundaries that once separated us. Our bodies respond instinctively, craving each other’s touch.
My palms squeeze her butt as my mouth moves down her throat, kissing her hungrily. Meher’s fingers skim through my abs towards the knot of the towel wrapped around my waist. She is about to flick it open when I grab her wrist and look into her eyes again.
“You forgot the rule?” I say, breathing hard. “You’ll always be the first one to strip.”
I assume she would follow my cue, but the moment I loosen my grip on her wrist, Meher opens the knot, letting the towel slide to the floor, leaving me completely naked and in my full glory.
“Oops. I just changed the rules,” she smirks, tugging my hair and kissing me again.
Damn! I yank at her nightshirt and tear it off. She groans as it slips off her body and joins my towel on the floor. Without stalling, I bend down and carry Meher over my shoulder to my bedroom. I toss her on my bed and discard the rest of her clothes. It’s been far too long since we saw each other in a state of undress. We neither have the time nor the patience to admire each other. The need to be inside her is all too consuming, and she reciprocates the sentiment with equal abandon. Without wasting a single second, I prop her legs, drop to my knees in front of her and bury my head between her thighs. Everything else zones out as greed consumes us. Meher’s fingers grip the comforter as I devour her, bringing her to the edge, but soon her fingers grip my hair, and she melts like butter in my mouth. Her moans turn into soft cries of desperate need, begging me to continue lapping her. Who said I ever wanted to stop? I pleasure her with my lips, tongue and fingers to make her reminisce how good we are together. Seconds later, her pulse quickens, her muscles contract and her cries turn into breathless pants as she finds her release.
I don’t give her time to catch her breath, desperate to be inside her, nor does she want me to stop, except for the few seconds I take to sheath myself before entering her. Meher’s breath comes hard and fast as I ram into her in one quick move and bury myself deep inside her. She touches me hungrily and greedily as I thrust in and out, my mouth fused with hers as we rock our bodies rhythmically. Her nails leave a tell-tale mark on my back as she pulls me deeper into her honeyed sweetness. At that moment, the differences around us fade into oblivion. It’s just the two of us, locked in a passionate moment, releasing the tension that has been building between us for far too long. Her head falls back against the pillows as her heavy breaths turn into desperate moans. Within seconds, Meher shudders around me, her body going limp with pleasure. I keep riding her until I can feel my own release building up. Burying my face in the crook of her neck, I let out a groan as my body tenses, finding its release soon after.
“This changes nothing between us,” she announces, meeting my gaze, her hands sweeping over my chest lazily.
“It will!” I murmur, my lips skimming her throat. “One day, it will change everything.”
She is about to argue but gives up when I start moving inside her again. The night is still young, and we are just getting started.
MEHER
I wake up reluctantly, feeling bone-tired yet thoroughly loved. Though my eyes are shut, I’m aware of where I am and with whom. I’m still wrapped in Ayaan’s strong arms. The entire night we slept like this, cuddled into each other. Last night was inevitable. No matter how much I controlled myself, I couldn’t resist giving in to my desires. Just as I move to get up, Ayaan’s lips find mine, and he kisses me slowly and deeply. It’s a sweet morning kiss I never thought I would ever get. When he pulls away, I open my eyes, trying to adjust to the light filtering in the bedroom through the blinds. And then I look at him.Ayaan! If temptation had a face, it would surely be his. I’m powerless to resist the web of passion we keep getting embroiled in.
I stare at Ayaan as he palms my cheeks, looking intensely into my eyes as if looking for the answers I would never dare give him. He’d made me see stars at least four times last night, ravaging my body and keeping me up all night. We lie side by side, and I am aware of how Ayaan has cleverly trapped me, his leg sliding over mine, holding me in place on the bed. Being close to him awakens a strong desire to feel his touch again, leaving me craving for more. Even a lifetime with Ayaan Shergill isn’t enough to satiate my desires for him.
My eyes wander from his face to his exposed neck and shoulder, which flaunts a visible reminder of my passion last night. This time, our intimacy was too raw and too intense, unlike our first time when Ayaan was careful and considerate to ensure I was comfortable. Last night, it was more than just lovemaking. It was an open declaration that I belonged to him and him alone. In those moments, I felt utterly satiated by his love, knowing that what we share is a rare and special bond that could never be replicated with anyone else. Not that I would ever want to have it with anyone else. It’s ironic that both of us want each other but on our own terms and conditions. I wish I had taken the complexity of our relationship more seriously before proposing to this man and wanting him to be mine.
“Give a break to that overactive mind of yours.” Ayaan’s husky voice breaks through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.
As he lifts my chin, our eyes meet once more, and a shiver runs down my spine at the intensity of his stare.
“We tend to argue whenever you go into your thinking mode. And I’m not in the mood to argue just hours after I was buried deep inside you, claiming you as mine. Again!”
I bite my swollen lips, still bearing the rosy tint from the countless kisses we had shared through the night, each one filled with a different kind of passion, pushing us further into a realm of insatiable need.
“I woke up before you,” he says, changing the topic. “I didn’t want to wake up and find you gone without a proper goodbye…like last time.”
His words strike a chord within me, reminding me of the morning I left him in Dalhousie without a trace.
I drape the thin blanket around my body, feeling vulnerable and exposed, not just physically but emotionally too. The night we spent together was an escape from reality, but now, in broad daylight, it all comes crashing down on me. I spent the night making love to Ayaan when there were already unresolved issues between us.
I quickly turn to the wall clock to check the time. It’s late in the morning, and I don’t want Vishnu to come here looking for me. With the mounting pressure to avoid being seen with Ayaan and the fear of another scandal, I quickly try to untangle myself from the bed.
