Page 231 of One Hellish Wedlock
Their eyes met.
Ten days of separation, of missed calls and unread messages, evaporated in that one look. He ended the call and walked toward her, but she reached him first… only to stop a foot away, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
“You read my email?” she whispered, trying hard not to sob.
He nodded once.
“You said all of that…but you couldn’t say one damn word.” His voice was hoarse. “Sorry?”
Her heart clenched. She hadn’t said it, had she? He was right.
“I am—” she began to apologize now but he cut her off.
“Holding your ears this time,” he ordered.
Damn!! Was he serious?
“Do it,” he said.
She slowly raised her hands, held her ears like a schoolgirl caught red-handed… and that’s when he pulled her in…hard. His mouth crashed onto hers. The kiss held everything…frustration, apology, longing… and love. She melted into him, arms circling his neck, lips trembling under his fierce claim.
He hadn’t come to forgive her. He had come to make sure she knew that no fight, no mistake, could break them now.
She didn’t need to regret what she had done, and he no longer expected her to apologize. Yes, he had come here initially wanting to hear that one word—sorry—but the moment he saw her standing there with those tear-filled eyes, all his stubbornness collapsed beneath the weight of his love. He loved her. If she made mistakes, he would take the fallout. If she hurt him, he’d still be the one to soothe her pain. That’s how deeply he loved her. And he knew, without a doubt, that she loved him just as fiercely in return.
The next moment, his arms slid around her waist, lifting her effortlessly. Aanya clung to him, wrapping her legs around his torso, heart pounding wildly against his chest. They still kissed, unable to pull away. The ache of distance. The weight of silence. The storm of love. It all surged between them.
Neither of them said a word. They didn’t need to.
Reyansh carried her through the hallway to their bedroom and dropped her gently on the bed. She squirmed knowing what was coming next. She could read it in his gaze which lingered onher body like he’d been parched for days. She reached for him before he could even step back. His shirt came off first. Then hers. And soon all their clothes came off by their desperate, fumbling touches. His hands worshipped her curves like he was re-learning every inch of her again, re-claiming what was already his.
Their mouths found each other, a soft moan escaping hers as he kissed her like a man starved of affection. Her skin burned beneath his touch, nerves alive, heart open.
She gasped when he moved over her, lips trailing from her collarbone to her throat, down to the valley between her breasts. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on, grounding herself in the moment, in the man who had always been hers.
Just moments ago, she had longed to hear his voice, and now, she had the privilege of making love to him again. Of showing him just how much she had missed him during all those days apart. Aanya shifted, rolling over and straddling him with slow, deliberate grace. Her eyes held his as she guided herself down onto his hard, throbbing length. Reyansh let out a low grunt, his hands gripping her hips as he watched her take control. She winced slightly at the initial stretch, her breath catching until he was fully seated inside her…filling her completely. Only then did he begin to move, gently at first, letting her adjust, before his rhythm grew rougher, more demanding. Gentle thrusts turned rougher.
Moans turned into loud satisfying grunts and their bodies were slick with sweat despite the chilling AC in the room. With Aanya on top, Reyansh took full advantage of the view. His hands roamed over her curves, caressing, fondling them and savouring every inch of her, that only heightened their pleasure. The sight of her…head tossed back, lips parted, body trembling with pleasure, was enough to nearly undo him.
Just when her rhythm grew wild and desperate, her release so close it ached, he flipped them over, taking control. His thrusts grew deep and purposeful. Aanya’s vision blurred as she reached her peak and the climax hit hard. Reyansh followed moments later, burying his face in her neck as his own release tore through him.
For a long time, they stayed tangled like that…breathless, spent, and more connected than ever.
A few minutes later…
Aanya slowly opened her eyes, her senses drenched in the scent of his skin still clinging to her. All she remembered was their hungry kisses in the living room. Ten long days apart laced with longing, pain, and bubbling desire had led to the most unforgettable reunion. Now, they lay tangled on the bed, wrapped around each other like a promise neither of them intended to break.
She lifted her head from his chest and found him staring blankly at the ceiling. His jaw was too tight. He was deep in thought, and that worried her.
“Still mad at me?” she asked with a soft pout.
That pulled his attention back to her. But his eyes were still clouded.
“Some things aren’t easy to forgive.”
She cupped his cheek gently.
“Just because I went to meet Shagufta without telling you?”
