Page 196 of Glass Jawed
“Luc, fuck... don’t stop.”
He licks, nibbles, flicks, with masterful precision. And I’m falling. My release finding me somewhere between a moan and a grunt.
“You taste like sin,” he whispers when he finally pulls away. “And I would gladly go to hell for you.”
I tug him upward, but he takes his time. Kissing all the way up. Spending an inordinate portion on my breasts. My hands fist into his hair. Tugging him upward until my mouth crashes to his.
“Stop being poetic and fuck me, Lucifer,” I whisper against his lips.
He groans into my mouth. “Say that again.”
I smirk. “Lucifer.”
“I am so in love with you,” he breathes, settling between my thighs. “So stupidly, utterly in love with you.”
Then he’s inside me.
And I gasp—not just from the sensation, but from the intimacy of it. The way he holds still for a second, forehead pressed to mine, hands cradling my face like I might vanish.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“Yes.” I nod. “But move, baby. Please...”
He groans again, but this time it’s guttural. Like my plea just destroyed him.
He moves slowly at first, every stroke deliberate. His lips never leave my skin—my neck, my jaw, my breast.
“This body?” he whispers, kissing the swell of my chest. “These gorgeous tits. I love every inch.”
I moan as he fastens his pace. He praises me through every movement, every thrust. Through kisses and whispered declarations, through fingers tangled with mine and the way he says my name like it’ssacred.
When we’re close, Ifeelit. Not just the build-up—but the emotion in it. The ache. The palpablerelief.
“I love you,” I whisper through ragged breaths.
His eyes meet mine. Shining. Soft. “I love you too, Rohi,so much.”
And this time, when we shatter, we do it together. Whole. Chosen. Ours.
EPILOGUE ONE
Lucian
ONE YEAR LATER
“A hundred thousand,” Kashvi yells in my face, arms crossed like she’s leading a heist.
I’m already agitated. Thebaraattook way too long. Just like I predicted. I just want to get inside, get to the stage, and watch Rohi walk down the aisle—under that flower canopy I didnotassemble this time.
No one told me that being the groom meant barely seeing your bride. I mean, Vikram and Ishika saw each other all the time before their wedding, didn’t they?
But Rohi and I? Sure, we snuck in a few makeout sessions over the past week. But actual conversations? Nope.Nada.
I wasn’t even able to sleep beside her.
And since my family is completelyuselessin this cultural tug-of-war, Raj Uncle assigned freakingMina Auntyto guide them. She’s been glued to my mom’s hip like a diplomat crossing enemy lines. Except... she’s onRohi’sside. So why is she leadingmy baraat, ordering people around like she’s got stock in this wedding?
I mean, I respect her. But she made us dance for asolid hourbefore we even reached the gate—where a flimsy red ribbonblocked our path. I mean, it wasright there.Twenty fucking feet away.
