Page 154 of Mrs. Rathore

When we entered my room, she gasped.

Her eyes landed on the wedding photograph I had hung just above our bed.

I had spent hours finding that one moment where I was smiling and she was staring at her feet, her expression unreadable. Smiling? Crying? I never did figure it out.

Her hand was in mine. She wore a simple saree, seated in her wheelchair, and I stood beside her. Still, she looked breathtaking.

“When did you put that up?” she whispered, eyes wide with surprise.

“When I missed you,” I murmured, brushing my fingers over her shoulder and leaning in to kiss her neck.

A soft moan escaped her lips as my tongue traced the sensitive skin just beneath her ear. God, I was so aroused it hurt, my pants straining painfully against the need building inside me.

“You know what I’m going to do to you, right?” I whispered.

“Mmm… Aryan…” she whimpered as I ran my fingers down her body, teasing her through the thin cotton of her dress.

She was already soaked.

So fucking wet I nearly lost control, nearly tore her clothes off right there and took her against the nearest wall.

“Oh my God,” she gasped as my fingers slipped beneath the fabric, plunging into the heat that had haunted my dreams.

Her back arched against me, her breath ragged. She liked my mouth on her earlobe. She liked my breath hot against her skin. She liked my hands buried deep inside her.

And I?

I loved the way her body molded against mine, how small she looked pressed to my chest, swallowed by the sheer size of me.

Her fingers tangled in my hair as I slid behind her, my chest pressing into her back, my hand still moving deeper, and slower.

“Please… don’t torture me,” she begged, grinding her hips against my erection with no shame.

“You like it?” I growled into her ear.

“Yes… yes,” she moaned, grabbing my wrist as if to stop me, but not really.

My jaw tightened as I turned her around and crushed her lips with mine. The kiss was gentle, then rough.

She stumbled onto the bed, eyes dark and glimmering with seduction.

I had missed those eyes. I had missed that scent, that softness. I had missed her.

I tore off my shirt, unzipped my pants. Her eyes followed every movement, wide and mesmerized, but she didn’t look away.

She admired me, unaware how much that gaze made me want to devour her.

I crawled on top of her, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth, sucking it until she whimpered. Her hands slid over my skin and accidentally brushed my erection.

I chuckled.

“Umm…”

She was so fucking innocent.

I grabbed her hand and pressed it lower.

“I like it when you touch me there,” I whispered, my voice rough with desire.

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