Page 63 of Twisted Deceit
“You’re nuts.” Her voice blared in the tent. “Let me check your cuts.” She was already on the edge, so close to him and his fresh scent filled her nostrils. When she didn’t budge, she turned away from him. “Suit yourself.”
She had barely stepped away from him when she felt a tug on her arm. The next thing she knew, her bare back was pressed against his warm chest. She gasped, taking in the sudden sensations. It was a beautiful moment, and it was what she had been secretly hoping for. She processed every bit of her emotions, and the anticipation was killing her.
After avoiding every bit of her, why was he holding her like he wasn’t letting her go?
“Nakul,” her voice shook. “What-what are you doing?”
He tightened his hold on her further, his hand pushing the hair that fell partially over her back to the front. Her skin sizzled in response to his fingers grazing over her. “Do you not like what I’m doing?” he asked before his lips lowered to her bare shoulder.
She let out a moan, her eyes rolling shut, and her head fell back over his chest. He lay a trail of fire with his kiss as she reached for him, her fingers fisting in his hair. “I—I want it.”
He bit down on the muscle on her shoulder, making molten heat pool at her core. She called out his name as she whimpered with sweet pain. She arched her back, her head tossing to the other side as his hand slid from the side opening of her makeshift top to cup her breast. It was everything she had been craving for, and he was giving it to her without her even having to ask.
A cry of pleasure escaped her when he gave the delicate flesh on her chest a tight squeeze while his other hand trailed over her soft belly before cupping the apex of her thighs. She thought she would come undone just at his touch, but he kept her longing for more. She had no idea what it was, but she knew it would be so powerful, it could shred her to pieces.
Anticipation and a dark need to be destroyed by his desire gripped her. She pulled on his hair hard while nails dug into the arm that held her breast possessively. “Please,” the word rolled off her lips but she had no idea what she was asking for and something told her he would know.
As if that was his cue, he pulled his hands away, making her eyes flutter open. He quickly turned her around and mashed their lips together in a hard kiss. He groaned against her lips as his eager hands attacked the knots on her back. The one at the neck fell apart first and he pulled away like he wanted to savor her beauty.
Her eyes opened to find him looking at her chest in amazement and a small smile formed on her lips. She had taken off all her jewelry except for the one chain that was near and dear to her only because she bought it at an auction that they attended as their honeymoon.
“You are such a tease,” he said, gently running his finger along the length of the necklace. His very touch and the intensity in his eyes made her knees wobble. He pulled her close, his lips finding the spot where the necklace touched the side of her neck.
She let out a cry of sheer pleasure when he started tracing the necklace with his tongue. Just like he had trailed his finger on the other side of her neck and chest. Her lips shuddered, her skin peppered with goosebumps as his lips lowered, drawing a steady path heading south. He undid the other knot on her lower back and let the fabric that covered her chest drop to the floor.
She had nothing covering her upper body and no one had seen her that way, ever. And it only thrilled her that he was enjoying her beauty as he went down on his knees, burying his face into her belly. She looked down at him as he sucked on her skin like he was rejoicing on a sweet thing.
Her body was humming with a newfound pleasure and when he looked up at her, she knew he controlled every one of her senses.
“There’s no going back from here.” His voice was gravelly and she let out a sob, nodding.
With that he stood up, pulling her lips to his as he swept her feet off the floor to carry her to the bed. She moaned delectably when he placed her on the mattress, his weight coming down on her. She grabbed onto him as if it was the moment, she had been waiting all her life.
She felt his hard shaft against her belly just for a moment, before he lifted himself off of her while still kissing her. She matched his eagerness as she held his head with her hands, as he met every one of her desires.
He pulled away, hovered over her, his weight balanced on his hands, and looked at her with dark eyes. She matched his gaze as he looked at her like he couldn’t get enough of her. Moments passed and she slowly touched his cheek and saw his eyes close like her touch was so pleasurable. It amazed her how much of an effect her touch had on him.
His eyes shot open, a primal look in them that made her womb flutter. He lowered himself, eyes on her and broke the gaze as his mouth closed over her hardened buds on her chest, one after another. Her back arched as if offering herself to him.
His lips trailed lower and at the same time she felt his fingers on her legs, pushing up the thin material around her. Her body went on high alert as if bracing for the impending implosions. She shut her eyes, her face buried into the pillow as he pushed away the last piece of fabric away.
His touch was incinerating and when she felt his fingers on the edge of her core, she whimpered unable to handle the novel thrills. She called out his name, not knowing what she wanted. And as if he knew what she desired, his mouth closed in on her drenched nib. Her fingers went to his thick hair as he gently licked on her every fold setting her on fire.
Her heart beat so fast she had a tough time breathing. Her body processed the pleasure that was building up and the small of her back lifted off the mattress, inviting the explosion of emotion. She writhed under his expert seduction but he held her hips in place. She threw her head back, moaning loudly, her hair tossed over the soft pillow and then it happened. She saw fireworks behind her eyelids and she peaked, crying out his name.
She was sweaty and out of breath when he came up to kiss her, as if to soothe her shudders. He held her to him, laying a trail of kisses on her jawline before pulling himself up to look down at her. He kicked off the cloth wrapped around him and kissed her hard. “You’re mine.”
The possessiveness in his words made her heart somersault, and she placed her hands on his shoulders as he spread her knees apart. She yet again, arched her back, opening up to him, invitingly. She felt his fingertips dig into her flesh before his steely rod that pushed up against her entrance.
She froze for just a bit before every part of her opened up for him. She moaned when she felt the burning trail his arousal lay and it was gone like it never existed. He sucked her lips in, his hand in her hair gripping it as he built up a steady rhythm.
She gasped every time he pulled away and drove back slowly into her, only to get deeper every time. Her hips rolled naturally to match his drives and moments later, she was bracing herself for yet another peak and this one was surmounting rapidly.
She was lost in unchartered territory, it scared her and she clung to him. As if he sensed the delectable turmoil, his pace slowed down and he kissed her, soothing her. The slow drive accentuated her sensations and on the next drive she fell apart. A moment later, she felt him stiffen and let out a groan against her lips before taking his weight off of her.
He pulled her to him, still joint at the center as she caught her breath and fell into an abyss of newfound emotions and thrills. And as she fell asleep in his arms as he kissed her sweaty forehead, she was finally home.
The contract that brought them together had turned into a pile of ash, incinerated in their passion.
