Page 319 of A King's Oath

“No, let’s make it last…”

“Ava.”

“Make it last, Samarth! Come on, all the way after we are married!!”

His body rattled. Grabbing the top of her head to still her tossing face, he squeezed a kiss inside her mouth. She kissed him back, her tongue lashing with his as her hips began to meet his. Their bodies forgot the passage of years and the changes in sexual drives as the rhythm of their youth took over. He had warned her he wouldn’t be able to last long but now, he could hold off for as long as she wanted him to.

Samarth came up on his knees, changed the angle, and pumped her down on him. She screamed.

“More! Just like that.”

He went in, again and again, letting her enjoy the meeting of their bodies like two mad waves. And without warning she began to pulse. That crazy, crazy, uncontrollable pulse that didn’t look like it was slowing or stopping any time soon. With a muffled roar, he collapsed on top of her, riding the wave with her.

It felt like it would never end and he didn’t care one way or another. If it didn’t, he was in bliss, if it did, he would find it again with her.

“Ohhh…” she moaned as their bodies stilled. Little pulses inside them continued to pop.

“We are so not old!” She breathed, laughter in her voice. His head popped up and he gazed into her eyes.

“We can never grow old,” he held her face between his hands. “We are holding our youth right here between us.”

Her eyes softened. Those two tiny dimples popped up. Just like they had that first time in Class 7-B of Saraswati Crest.

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“Wear your clothes,” Ava ordered.

“Stop it, you love this,” he flexed his arm, rubbing the towel down his torso.

“I am saying because Brahmi might come.”

“I don’t think so. She has a newfound love for sleepovers with Dada Sarkar and Dadi Sarkar.” He climbed into bed beside her and pulled the duvet over their bodies.

“At least lock the door.”

“She won’t barge in here alone. Somebody will bring her. Andtheywon’t barge in.”

Her chin propped on the contour of his bicep and she trailed a finger down the curve. She poked it, testing down the tendons. He flexed, letting her run her complete check.

“Still natural,” he nudged her chin. “No steroids.”

“Can’t be too careful,” she poked harder. “Show the other one.”

He rolled his eyes, turning until his other arm was under her poking finger.

“You said you don’t play that often now. How is this still firm?”

“I do still exercise.”

“Good for you,” she reluctantly let go of his bicep.

“Good foryou,” he smirked, taking her under his arm.

“How many years has it been?”

He kissed her temple — “Since what?”

“Since we met.”

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