Page 71 of The Unwanted Husband
He pulled back to look at her and she watched as he surrendered to the moment, followed by a spark in his eyes that made her heart race.
When he kissed her again, it felt different. Scary and exciting at the same time as if she was standing at the edge of a cliff, knowing she would fall off anytime and with no going back. It wasn’t the desperate collision of moments like before. He was being deliberate, intense, a claim in his touch made her toes curl and her heart race for entirely different reasons. His mouth moved against hers with a dominance that hadn’t been there before, like he’d finally stopped fighting what he wanted and that he wanted it all.
Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her gasp. The sound seemed to undo something in him, because suddenly his hands were everywhere. He traced the curve of her waist, skimming along her bare arms, threading through her hair with a possessiveness that made her pulse spike.
He pulled away like he knew she needed air, burying his face into the side of her neck.
“Ashok,” she called out desperately like she could not wait anymore as he lay a trail of kisses, sucking on her skin like he could not get enough of her taste.
“I can’t wait anymore,” she whispered a plea and felt the slight tremor in his hands as they traced her skin, the way his breathing had become uneven.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark and intense. “There is no stopping now.”
She reached up to cup his face, her thumb tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “I want you,” she ordered.
The demand and honesty in her voice seemed to shatter his last bit of restraint and doubt. He reached for the t-shirt she had on and pulled it over her head. The hunger in his eyes as he took in her bare chest set off something dark inside her.
She liked the way he looked at her, drinking in the curves with his eyes and molding them with his hands. And then when he landed his mouth on her bare nipple, she threw her head back, her loose hair swinging wildly as he suckled on her skin like he could not get enough of her.
She hugged his head to her chest as they both knelt on the bed, eager for each other. She squirmed with need every time he pulled away to suck in another bite of her flesh. “I can’t…”
He froze for a moment and she knew why.
“I can’t wait anymore. I want you now.” She could not be any more deliberate.
He ran his fingers into her thick hair, her chest crushing against his as he pulled her into another scorching kiss. The intensity made her head spin, making her forget everythingexcept the feel of his mouth on hers, the way his hands were making her skin burn with undying need.
She let out a gasp when her back hit the mattress followed by his crushing weight. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, opening up to him as his lips devoured hers. She moaned into his mouth when she felt him get off her without breaking the kiss.
She held on to him, her arms wrapped around his neck as he supported his body on one elbow. His other hand found her panties and moments later it was gone. There was so much desperation in the moment, the roughness in his touch only made it that much more pleasurable.
She gasped loudly, her mouth pulling away from his as he entered in one strong drive making her hit her peak.
“Ashok,” she cried aloud, tightening her grip on him. She had never had such a release so fast and when he started building a rhythm, every drive was a delectable peak. He buried his face into her neck and let out a groan before stiffening.
She felt him explode inside her and that made her reel with a new level of pleasure. She ran her palm on his back as they both caught their breath, enjoying the feel of his slick skin. He slid off her, pulling her to him.
They were both fighting the same battle for way too long and now that they had given into their needs left them with no words.
“Good night,” she whispered, closing her eyes, unsure of what to say. There was nothing to say.
“Good night,” he replied, though she could hear a different emotion in his voice.
She knew not to prolong the conversation. There was no need to talk about anything.
As the oil lamps burned lower and the night sounds of the island settled around them, they lay next to each other naked, both of them hyperaware of every breath, every moment when one of them might say or do something.
But it was only the ocean that whispered against the shore, and somewhere in the distance, night birds called to each other across the water. But for her, the future was unsure and the morning seemed daunting.
As she started to finally doze off, she felt him move, pulling the sheets over their exhausted bodies as they lay next to each other, but not fully satiated. They had somewhere reasoned that moment of passionate explosion as a one-time thing had only seemed to have fueled their need even more.
Great! But she only wanted more.
CHAPTER 24
The next morning, she woke up alone to distant squeals of the twins. Her eyes fluttered open wondering why the kids were up so early and noticed almost immediately she was alone in bed. Her eyes fell on the t-shirt she had the night before all hell broke loose. It was right by her pillow.
She reached for it and slipped it over her head. Her eyes wandered to the small table where the bedside clock told her it was eleven past eleven. She took a deep breath trying to ignore the signal for the four ones and looked at the small envelope that was placed next to it with her name on it. Next to it was a water bottle. Curious as to what it was, she reached for the envelope.
