Page 65 of Mrs. Pandey
I could feel his restraint unraveling.
His hand slid behind my back, fingers nimble and urgent as he undid my blouse. He flung it aside with a quiet grunt, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, with reverence, he cupped my breasts through the lace of my bra.
"They're perfect," he murmured, a boyish smile tugging at his lips like he couldn't believe this was real.
He eased one breast free and took it into his mouth. His tongue was hot and relentless, and I gasped, arching into him as a shock of pleasure raced through me.
I tangled my fingers in his thick, dark hair, guiding him lower, urging him silently.
"Prashant..." I breathed his name, breathless, broken just as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of my petticoat sliding lower until he touched me where I was already aching for him. My hips jerked against his palm.
He kissed me then, deep and slow, before pulling back just enough to speak.
"We're in the same house as my mother and sisters..." he whispered, eyes dark with lust and danger. He pressed his hand gently over my mouth. "So you'll have to stay quiet while I make you lose your mind."
With one hand, he tugged my panties down and off, his movements quick and impatient. Then he lifted me just enough to align us and pushed inside in one deep, claiming thrust.
I gasped against his palm, my nails digging into his back.
He stilled for a moment, forehead pressed to mine, both of us trembling. Then he moved, slow at first, deliberately filling me with each thrust, his grip on my hips tightening as the pace built.
"Mmm..." My muffled moans vibrated against his skin as he drove into me, harder, deeper, his control fading with each movement.
Every sound, every breath, every slick movement was amplified by the risk of being heard, the forbidden thrill of where we were and who might be just down the hall.
"Don't hold back," I whispered when he moved his hand. "I want all of it."
His eyes flared with heat, and then he gave me exactly what I asked for, his rhythm rough, his mouth everywhere, his voice low and possessive in my ear.
"I've always wanted to make you scream my name," he growled.
My whole body trembled beneath him as waves of pleasure built higher, harder. The world outside that room disappeared. There was only him. Only us. Only the need we could no longer pretend didn't exist.
His hand muffled my cries, but my eyes said everything as they were wide, wild, pleading for more. Every nerve in my body sparked under his touch. His gaze flickered between hunger and hesitation, but he didn't stop. He didn't want to.
Our breaths tangled as his lips brushed my jaw, then lower, trailing fire down my neck. He moved with a mixture of desperation and control.
"Say it," I whispered into the crook of his ear, my voice shaking. "You want me."
He growled low in his throat, and the sound vibrated through me. "More than anything."
His hands roamed possessively as his fingertips tracing every curve, memorizing every inch. My body answered with an urgency I couldn't contain. I arched into him, grinding deliberately, claiming control and surrendering all at once.
The room felt heavier, like the very air was wrapped around us, thick with heat and the quiet sounds of longing, the rustle of skin, the gasp of breath, the creak of the bed beneath us.
When his forehead pressed against mine, his voice was a ragged whisper. "This can't be just once."
"It won't be," I said, cupping his face, pulling him back into the kiss.
Outside the room, the world stayed quiet. But inside, we moved as though time had folded around us.
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Chapter 30
IRA
I woke up before the sun came up. The sky was still wrapped in velvety silence, and the soft amber light of the bedside lamp flickered softly across the room. I turned slowly, pulling the sheet higher up over my chest, and there he was. My husband.
