Page 66 of Sumanika

But I feel terrible that she rarely smiled. In four years, I had hardly seen her smile, but now I could bet she was smiling.

I took a deep breath and brought my hand closer to her calf, softly brushing my fingertips against her skin.

She tightened her thighs, and I could feel her body responding to my touch.

“How was your day?” I asked slowly, and she replied, slightly breathless,“As always.”

“Like dreaming about me,” I said slowly, cupping her leg to feel its thickness.

“Umm, no, I do not,” she muttered slowly as I lowered my hand to her toes, intertwining my fingers. She immediately grabbed my bicep, and I could feel her pressing my fingers with her toes. A smile spread across my face.

Mydinnerwas ready to be eaten.

Suman

His fingers made me question everything about my life and beliefs. I sat frozen, unable to move even an inch as he engrossed himself in the featherlight touches of his fingers on my feet and up to my calf. It felt surreal for countless reasons, and I could not list them.

"Umm, no, I do not," I muttered. My voice had long been lost in the depth of sensations he planted through my skin.

His breathing tickled against my thighs through the fabric. The warmth and weight of his face felt too heavy to ignore. I bit my lower lip, trying not to make it audible how much he was affecting me.

A deep shiver ran through my body when I felt the rough tips of his fingers moving slowly down from my calf to my feet, reaching my toes and pressing his fingers through the gap between them, caging them.

My hand instinctively pressed against his biceps, even as I tried not to anticipate. Ironically, my mind was already too overwhelmed and dizzy to recognize that I was, in fact, anticipating. A slow, deep exhale escaped my lips with a slight tremor, and I quickly pressed my lips together.

My brows knit together, sensing how calmly he could ignite my world. And he had just begun.

"Kunwarsa," I managed to mutter, trying to remind him that it was not right. But I could not speak another word because, for some reason, I was not able to feel what was right or wrong after coming into this chamber, into his bed, and under him.

It was enough for me to give up on everything if it meant spending some time with him, even in silence. That was what he was doing to me. He was captivating me without even trying. Or maybe he was trying after all.

A wave of sensation rolled through my body, and I stiffened, pressing my thighs together. The sensations crawled up my legs like butterflies dancing. Then, feathering it, he gently pulled his fingers back from my toes to the bridge of my foot.

I gulped silently and bit my lips, trying hard to remain quiet and convince him it didn’t bother me.

But it was bothering me beyond just bothering me. It was taking me somewhere I had never been. A place that felt cold against my skin and warm to my insides. It appeared darker to me but ignited something inside me. An itch was born between my thighs, and I felt an urge to press my legs together to dispel it.

A sweet wetness erupted in me down there, and the moment he muttered in his deep, hoarse, slow voice, "You are beautiful," I felt my nipples hurting against my blouse.

I couldn’t believe how crazy I felt right now. And how he was managing to do this without even trying. Was he too much for me to handle? He was.

I bit my lower lip, and suddenly he sat up, sending a shiver through me as he held my waist and pulled me closer to him.

I stared at him in shock, kneeling motionless before him. His weary green eyes showed thirst. I gazed at my palm resting on his bicep. The weight of his arm around my waist felt too heavy to resist, and he drew me closer, pulling me into him.

My knees felt weak, and I couldn’t figure out how to adjust. When he lifted me slightly and made me sit on his lap, they settled on either side of him. My breathing quickened, and lines of confusion formed on my forehead. It felt as if I was suddenly on fire. Every hair on my body stood up as if to see who had pulled them out of the grave.

"Ah, Kunwar Agastya," My voice hitched, and suddenly, he pulled me even closer, making my eyes widen with shock. I felt his muscular, hard thighs under me, not letting me feel settled. My knees stuck in my skirt, unable to part more.

His gaze lowered to my legs, and I felt his hand on my calves. He crawled his hand upwards, pulling the hem of my skirt along with it to my thighs. The air brushed against my bare skin, making me feel insanely timid. The words hung in my throat, but a question appeared through my lips. "What are you doing?"

To my defeat, it came out with a plea. Slow and inviting.

And the moment he pulled me even closer, I went breathless, feeling him hard under me. I flinched slightly at the unexpected touch, but the warmth was so captivating that I couldn't help but give in Slowly.

My gaze lowered to his chest, touching mine. I was small for him. Goosebumps appeared on my neck and breast, making my nipples poke into his chest when he leaned into my neck and whispered slowly.

"I am yours, Sumanika," His words sent a shiver down my spine, melting me more into him. My full name from his mouth felt as if he knew me more than anyone else. The heat in my core collided with the heat of his hardness, soaking the fabric between us. He was hard, rock hard, tight, thick, and dangerous—all in all.

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