Page 214 of One Hellish Wedlock
Reyansh didn’t flinch. He just sat there, eyes dark and intense, soaking in every second with reverence and rising hunger. When she finally leaned in to press a kiss to the V of skin she’d just unveiled, he groaned, tilting his head back as, surrendering to the sweet torment. After a few open-mouthed kisses all over his chest, her fingers trailed lower, brushing the waistband of his sherwani pants. And that’s when the crack appeared in her confidence.
“Your hotness is driving me insane,” he murmured, her fingers stilling against him. “I think I’ve officially reached my bold limit.”
Reyansh smirked, biting her earlobe so seductively that she shivered.
“Bold or shy,” he murmured, “I’m in love with all your versions, baby.”
His fingers found the remaining knots of her choli, untying them with maddening slowness, before he pulled her closer. With a sudden shift, he rolled Aanya beneath him, laying her flat on the bed, his body hovering over hers the next second.
Their lips crashed. She looped her arms around his neck, drawing him impossibly closer, welcoming the way his body settled over hers. There was something intoxicating about his solid weight pinning her down.
Reyansh kissed her like a man claiming something he’d been denied for years, learning every curve of her mouth with his tongue. His fingers roamed the exposed skin of her waist, thumbs brushing upward until they grazed the delicate fabric of her choli again.
Without breaking the kiss, he slid one strap off her shoulder, then the next. His breaths grew rougher, matching Aanya’s who whimpered when he trailed his mouth to her neck, grazing the skin with his teeth before pressing a hot kiss at the base of her throat.
“Reyansh...” she breathed, clutching the fabric of his now half-open sherwani.
“I know, baby,” he murmured against her collarbone. He could feel the tremble in her, the way his touch stirred that delicious storm low in her belly, and he wasn’t about to stop.
Wanting more access to her skin, Reyansh slid her choli completely off, leaving her skin bare beneath the soft glow of the cabin lights. His mouth and hands worked in tandem—kissing, caressing, exploring every inch of her slowly as if he had all night. And he did.
Piece by piece, the rest of their clothing was shed, scattered across the bed and floor. His sherwani… gone. Her lehenga… undone at the waist, slowly tugged down over her hips as he kissed her stomach, her ribs, her heart. Every touch, every kiss sent shivers through her core.
They rolled together in the sheets, tangled in limbs and need. His hands skimmed down her thighs, pulling her closer. Her fingers dug into his back as she met him kiss for kiss, touch for touch, desire for desire.
He took his time, exploring every inch of her with his hands and mouth, worshipping her like the queen she was to him. He kissed the inside of her wrist. The soft dip of her navel. The curve of her shoulder. Everywhere but where she wanted him most…until she whispered his name again, this time with a plea in her voice.
“Reyansh…please….”
That did it.
Pulling away briefly, he reached to sheath his arousal, his eyes drinking her in. She looked like a temptress…desperate, trembling, and entirely at his mercy. They had held back for so long, letting the emotional intimacy bloom before surrendering to physical desire. But tonight, there was no more holding back.
“Still sure about this?” he asked, though every inch of her told him she was more than ready.
In his response, Aanya wrapped her legs around him instinctively, bringing their bodies flush, skin to skin. His heat seeped into her, the friction sending sparks down her spine.
Reyansh aligned himself over her. When he finally joined with her, it wasn’t rushed or wild. It was slow, claiming, and achingly deep. A gasp escaped her lips as her back arched. Reyansh cradled her face, locking eyes with her as if he needed her to see, this wasn’t just their simmering attraction from all these months.
This waseverything.
Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, as if they’d done this a thousand times in dreams but only now realized the truth of what it meant. Her moans were muffled by his kisses. His name fell from her lips like a mantra.
Time slowed.
The only sounds were their breaths, their heartbeats, the soft rustle of sheets, and the rhythmic pulse of two people finally surrendering to something they’d both fought for too long.
Reyansh moved within her, each thrust more urgent than the last, stoking a fire that had no intention of burning out. The tension inside Aanya coiled tight, then burst…her release crashing over her in waves. She clung to him, moaning against his lips, biting down gently to keep herself from crying out loud.
Moments later, his own climax tore through him, and he collapsed against her, their bodies still trembling in the aftershocks.
Breathless, she whispered into the quiet space between their heartbeats, “Why did we wait so long? That was... so good.”
He brushed a kiss over her hair. “I know. But don’t worry,” he murmured. “From now on, this is all we’re going to be doing. Again and again. For the rest of forever.”
She chuckled softly, the sound warm against his chest, and snuggled closer to him. “You better keep that promise,” she murmured sleepily, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his bare skin.
Reyansh pulled her tighter into his arms, lips grazing her temple. The night was far from over. What began as a slow burn turned into a wildfire neither of them wanted to tame. Again and again, they reached for each other…hungry, desperate, and completely undone. Each time felt new, each kiss deeper, each touch more intense.
