Page 197 of One Hellish Wedlock
He got an immediate reply.
Husband,
What should I do to help you then?
Wife.
***************
Wife,
Let me come there. I can take the next flight.
Fingers crossed.
Husband.
**************
Husband,
Or I can come there.
Wife.
His breath caught. If only she could come here right now...
He unlocked the door to his suite and stepped inside, rolling his shoulders from the day’s exhaustion. But before he couldeven set his laptop bag down, he heard the soft, unmistakable voice that stopped him in his tracks.
“Hey, husband.”
He froze mid-step.
There, in the centre of the suite’s living room, she stood, wrapped in a black satin robe that clung to her like it was made for his hands to untie. Her hair was damp, tendrils curling softly around her face, and droplets of water still clung to her collarbone, gleaming under the warm lights. She looked like a dream. One that had haunted him for months.
“Aanya…” he breathed. “Am I dreaming?”
She smiled, slow, knowing, seductive. “Why don’t you touch me and find out?”
He didn’t need a second invitation.
He dropped his phone and laptop onto the couch with a soft thud and strode toward her. His arms wrapped around her instantly, as if his body had been waiting for this moment. He crashed his mouth onto hers, hungry and desperate.
She gasped into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, one hand sliding into her damp hair, the other traveling down her spine to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. Her satin robe offered no resistance. His hand slid through the slit to find her bare skin, igniting a shiver that matched his own urgency.
And in that moment, he didn’t care how she had pulled this off. Maybe Sunny had helped. Maybe she’d outsmarted his entire security team. But none of that mattered now.
In that moment, he didn’t care how she had made it happen. He suspected Sunny had played a part. He was likely the only one Aanya could’ve conspired with to pull off something like this. But at this moment, having her in arms when he missed her so much, he didn’t care what Sunny had hidden from him, of how she’d outsmarted his entire security team, or whatexplanation her boss had accepted for approving her leaves to travel here. None of it mattered.
All that mattered was she was here.For him.
All he wanted was to drown in his wife’s kisses because they’d both been starved of them for far too long.
His phone rang somewhere in the corner of the room, but Reyansh didn’t spare it a glance. His focus was entirely on the woman in his arms…his wife, his most treasured gift. Aanya gasped when he tugged at the sash of her robe loose and let it fall open, revealing her black lingerie beneath. His eyes darkened with a fresh, smouldering hunger before he kissed her again, this time slower, deeper while hands explored her body with worshipful intensity, memorizing every dip and curve. She arched against him, sighing his name like a prayer until the harsh sound of his phone ringing started bothering her.
“Reyansh,” Aanya tried to stop him.
“Ssh,” he whispered against her ear, holding her close, lost in the intoxicating warmth of her presence.
