Page 81 of The Unwanted Husband
Just as she processed that thought, she felt a lump forming in her throat.
Lost in her thoughts she didn’t hear the door to her room open until she felt his presence. She looked in his direction and saw a hazy form of him.
“What wrong, Isha?” He was worried.
It wasn’t until she heard those words she didn’t realize she had tears in her eyes. She blinked, making them roll down her cheeks. “I…I don’t know.”
Ashok knelt in front of her, his hands cupping her face, as his thumbs wiped away the moisture. He gently planted a kiss on her forehead before pulling back to look at her. “I don’t want you thinking about that rat Saini. I will get to the bottom of it as promised.”
She nodded a smile forming on her lips, glad that she had the extra support to see if she can prove her theory about Paramesh Saini being involved in her parents’ accident and potentially her brothers as well.
“It’s not that,” she could have just kept her thoughts to herself. But there was no holding up her guard with Ashok.
“What’s bothering my beautiful wife then?” He chuckled.
“Stop saying things like that,” she grumbled, swatting his chest.
“It’s the truth.” He held her gaze as the air between them thickened.
She looked away. “I was thinking about Vish and Vaish.” She paused like she had to process the emotion. “I’m glad they are bonding with their aunts but I want them…I’m jealous they are not spending time with me.”
A glorious smile played on his lips. “The twins picked up on their aunt’s jealousy so they sent me.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “To do what?”
He leaned into her, his lips grazing her jawline. “Whatever their aunt desires.”
The heat from his breath and the reverberation from his words, the way he murmured like they were sweet nothings, she shuddered. She bit back a smile and held her chin high. “Tell them I’m still pissed at their uncle for keeping me in the dark.”
He groaned, running his face into the side of her neck. “I thought I had made it up to the auntie for what I did.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders pulling him to her. “Not enough,” she hissed, her fingers raking the back of his neck as his teeth sunk into the side of her neck. She felt his fingers closing in over the soft flesh on her chest.
She threw her head back and she took in the waves of pleasure that drifted over her. She wanted to talk, tell him how much she enjoys the way he touches her, how perfectly he bites into her soft skin and most of all how he made her come apart every time he took her.
Nothing but a desperate moan escaped her. As if in response to that, he pulled back to pull the shirt she had on over her head, letting the fabric pile on the marble floor. He pulled her chest to him, burning his face into the depths of her flesh.
“Ashok,” she hissed as he pushed the cup of her bra aside to suck in a mouthful of her breast.
She pooled at the apex of her thighs in response and was completely at his mercy. He devoured every bit of her while pushing her over the edge.
How did he do that? How did he know what drove her crazy? And why was she always the one being pleasured?
At that thought, she gathered some courage and grabbed the hair on the back of his head. She caught the amused look in his eyes as she pulled his mouth to his. “I want to taste you.”
She felt a shudder ripple through him before she pulled back and held his gaze, his eyes level with her. “I want to taste you,” she repeated.
His eyes deepened further, and he stood up like that was his command. She held his eyes as he stood tall in front of her. Without breaking their gaze, she reached for the button on his linen slacks and slowly pulled down the zipper.
She felt the heat emanate from his hardness through the thin material of his boxers. She pulled herself to the edge of the seat as she sat on her office chair, slowly pulling down on the waist band of his boxers. The angry beast was throbbing and sheslowly wrapped one hand around his girth and slowly took her mouth to the tip.
The tip was red and hot as it met her swollen lips. She heard him let out a groan as she closed her lips over the tip, her tongue caressing it. His response set her off in a whole different way but she did not break his gaze.
A warm flutter spread through her chest as she watched his eyes deepen with dark desire, the way his eyes bore into hers while his fingers drove into her thick hair. There was something profound in that moment, not just them giving into each other’s need, but a deeper need to satisfy him, surrender to the powerful moment.
Her heart raged, like she had discovered a secret language written in the very look in his eyes. Every part of her attention was focused on him, drinking in his reaction, knowing she would never forget the way he looked at her.
Like she was the only woman on the planet.
