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She swallowed. He’d completely stilled over her.
“I’m feeling better now,” she said a few seconds later.
And she was. She wriggled under him, and he slipped deeper inside her. His chest rumbled. She looked up at him. Sweat lined his forehead, his arms were stiff, and his mouth was tight as he was struggling to stay still and not move.
She pulled his face down and kissed his cheek. “Move. I’m fine now.”
He began to move, slowly, gently, at first. But she wanted him wild and uninhibited.
“More… I need more,” she said, scraping her nails down his back. “Don’t hold back, please.”
His thrusts became wilder then, faster. More frantic. She writhed under him, soft sounds escaping her lips. Every inch of her felt like it was poised on some sort of a threshold, waiting to burst free. Her mind numbed as desire sizzled and burned inside her. The pressure inside her grew to a feverish pitch, yet, she couldn’t reach where she wanted to be. She let out a shaky moan, and Rohan pressed his finger to that tight bundle of nerves at her core the same time he bit her nipple. That was it. She crashed and dissolved around him. Everything in her breathed a collective sigh of pure, unadulterated relief. But before she could come down from her high, Rohan turned her around, positioning her limbs and thrust into her from behind. He hit a spot inside her, and pleasure woke up inside her again.
“So good…” he rumbled.
He pushed inside her again and again until she was moaning beneath him, unable to be still. But he held her hips in place and relentlessly drove inside her.
“Rohan…” she whispered as her mind began to blank out again. Oh God. This was too much. Stars burst behind her eyes, and electricity crackled under her skin as her world spiralled.
He thrust harder into her, once, twice, and then he yelled her name as he pulsed inside her. She was still trembling when his body stilled. He fell on top of her, his weight heavy on her back as he snuggled into her, still buried deep. Her eyes shut with a blissful sigh.
Rohan moved off her and left the bed. From the side, she heard a door shut. She turned on her back. Her body was languid, her limbs molten from all the pleasure she’d experienced. Her mind was empty, like there was nothing to ever worry about. She’d never felt so relaxed. Her eyes drifted shut. She forced them to remain open. Rohan would be back soon and they’d need to talk, wouldn’t they?
She was new to this whole ‘having sex with someone’ thing. She didn’t know what to next expect. She yawned again. She couldn’t keep her eyes open. Just a few more minutes, and then she’d get up and change. She’d have to return to the party at some point.
When she opened her eyes next, she was enveloped in a warm cocoon of sheets that smelled of him. A hand caressed her hair. She blinked sleepily at him, unable to make her limbs move. Rohan was fully dressed once again, watching her, his expression soft.
“Sleep,” he said. “I’ll be back soon.”
A smile played on her lips as she shut her eyes again. She’d crossed a line with him today, and she didn’t regret it in the least. She and he were meant to be. It was destined from the moment she’d set eyes on him all those months ago. And she believed in fate and destiny. They would pave the way forward like always. She had nothing to worry about. It was the last thought she had before she drifted into the blissful oblivion of sleep.
14
Rohan galloped faster and faster on his horse. He was riding a sprightly mare named Hera. She was stark white and so beautiful. An absolute pleasure to ride. He loved that his stud farm covered acres of land, allowing him to ride for miles without any probing eyes. And he did ride, every single day if possible. His morning rides were the highlight of his days. He stopped Hera at a small little hilltop and gazed over his lands with awe. In the morning sunlight, he could see the farm already in action. Horses grazed in the pastures. Xerxes was training in the special enclosure designed for him. His staff was going about their duties, moving in and out of the various sheds and buildings. He loosened his hold on the reins, allowing Hera to graze a bit.
Last night was…it was… He couldn’t even explain it to himself. Jiya had been so responsive and sweet. He still couldn’t believe that he’d been her first lover.
His heart skipped. Last night, he’d returned to her pretty late after saying goodbye to his parents and seeing them off at the helipad. The chopper would drop them at an airstrip close to their own house.
Walking inside his bedroom, he’d found her wrapped in his sheets. Seeing Jiya sprawled on his bed, her red-streaked hair fanning his pillow had tugged at his heartstrings. He hadn’t been able to resist getting into bed with her. He’d stripped and pulled her to him, thinking he’d shut his eyes for a few minutes only. But he had woken up straight at nine in the morning. It was unbelievable because, for years, he hadn’t had a full night’s sleep. This woman, however, with her soft, enticing curves and her warm scent, had unknowingly managed to make him sleep for seven hours straight.
He rubbed his lower lip. He couldn’t remember the last time he’s slept so soundly. Until last night, his sleep patterns had been erratic and irregular. Usually, he slept for barely a few hours before he woke up and started work. This had been his pattern since he was twelve. On any given day, he survived on several mugs of green tea to get through the nights and the early mornings. But because of her, he’d woken up refreshed, and only one mug of tea had gotten him going. Jiya was like a drug he could get addicted to. No one had ever affected him the way this woman had.
Thinking about Jiya made him want to return to her immediately. He wanted to see her fresh face and hear her lilting voice again. He wanted to see that the impact he believed she had on him was actually true and not a figment of his imagination. He took Hera’s reins and began the ride back to his house.
A figure dressed in a white shirt, his white shirt, and cotton boxers was standing in the back garden, looking in the distance, one hand shielding her face from the sunlight. Something dormant in his heart woke up on seeing her, proving to him that she did impact him…a lot. She turned as she heard him thundering down. He slowed in front of her, moving his horse in a quick circle around her.
“Good morning!” she called out, her eyes following him. “I woke up to find the bed empty and wondered where you went. Your staff was very close-mouthed when I asked them your whereabouts.”
“You being here is new for them too. I’ll instruct them to answer any queries you may have in future.”
He brought Hera to a halt and leapt off her. Holding her reins, he patted her head. His head groom appeared and took the reins from him and guided the horse in the direction of the stables. Jiya was still watching him. Her eyes lit with appreciation as she raked him from head to toe. He was dressed like he always was when he went riding, in a polo t-shirt, breeches, and riding boots. He tilted his head and her eyes jumped to his. She met his gaze head on, even though she knew he’d caught her checking him out.
“Shall we go for breakfast?” he asked.
She linked her arm with his. “Yes.”
So easily she touched him. He liked that. He sucked in a breath. It was one night. He’d only spent one night with her, and already he enjoyed seeing her in his house, wearing his clothes, checking him out brazenly, and touching him freely. He calmed himself. His heart wasn’t involved with her. He knew that, and hence there was nothing to worry about. He was just going to enjoy the bright and lovely person she was for however long this…whatever they had started between them lasted.
