Page 68 of Obsession

“Please, Anna…” he pleaded. Her lips curved. She took him in deeper. He hit her throat, and he growled.

“Please stop, Anna,” he said. “I need to be inside you. I’m desperate to be inside you.”

She sucked him for a few moments more, enjoying the Russian words spilling out of him. A cat-like smile curved her mouth when she finally released him.

He shook his head, watching her, his breathing heavy. He clasped her cheek. “You were right. You still know how to make me beg. You’re the only one who knows how to.”

Before she could dwell more on that statement, he pushed her down onto the mat and climbed on top of her. Positioning himself at her entrance, he entered her with a swift thrust. He groaned, touching his head to hers. Her eyes closed on a blissful sigh. Her heart felt close to bursting—like it was finally at ease.

When she opened her eyes, she found Mihir watching her, pure pleasure etched across his face. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her. She sighed in happiness, relishing this closeness to him.

Linking her hands to his, he held them above her head. “I’m incapable of being gentle right now, Anna.”

She nodded.

It was all the permission he needed. He began to move inside her. It was rough; it was hard and fast. It was intense. Her mind emptied and desire hummed through her blood. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the angle allowing him to slide deeper into her warmth. His strokes now hit that spot inside her that made her vision fade.

“Mihir… So good…” she said, her breathing heavy.

His thrusts became stronger, more powerful, more frenzied. He took her mouth in a scorching kiss while their bodies continued to move together. Heat curled in her stomach, igniting every cell and molecule in her body. Her body began to shake. He pressed harder into her. She screamed, falling off the edge, completely shattering in his arms. A second later, Mihir’s whole body trembled, and he came inside her with a loud roar.

For long seconds, he lay on top of her, his head nestled into her neck, breathing her in. When he finally shifted off her, he gathered her into his arms. She clung to him, allowing her heart rate to settle.

Mihir looked at her. “Are you okay?”

“I’m great!” She smiled.

He rose and began getting dressed. So many questions flooded through her mind. So many emotions were churning through her, but she silenced them and quickly wore her clothes again. When she was fully dressed, he silently escorted her up the stairs to her room.

She halted at the threshold, undecided on what to say next. On how to proceed next. She licked her lips. Mihir’s eyes fell on them, darkening as he watched her. Her heart sputtered and her body came to life, wanting him again.

She ought to run from him. She ought to shut the door on him and let him be. She ought to take some time to fully process what she had just done with him and how this particular choice she’d made was going to bite her back in the future.

Instead, she looked at him and said, “Come inside.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

Taking his hand, she led him inside her room and locked the door. Future be damned—she was living in the moment for now.

18

Ananya woke up with a start. A hand pressed gently on her arm.

“Hey, it’s me,” Mihir said softly.

Her chest warmed on seeing Mihir seated in an armchair across from her. How many times in the past she’d woken up like this, with him watching her? The only difference then was that he’d been in bed right beside her.

She sighed, studying him. Dressed in smart gray trousers and a charcoal sweater, he looked ready to start the day, while she was still nude under the quilt.

The memory of how she’d spent her time in the morning made her cheeks burn. She’d fallen asleep after the second time they’d made love here. She leaned against the headboard, holding the sheet against her bare skin, feeling at a loss for words.

This morning had been special. She’d been completely captivated by him, and he by her. But now, in the bright light of the day, so many questions popped in her head.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“It’s half past eleven in the afternoon.”

Her eyes widened. “I haven’t slept this much in ages.”

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