Page 80 of The Unwanted Husband
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his own voice rough with emotion.
The moment stilled between them, fragile and electric. She could feel her heart racing not just from passion, but from the raw moment, where she felt like she had discovered a side of her that she didn’t know existed.
In that moment, she found herself surrendering not just to desire, but to something far more dangerous and deeper. The emotional release was more overwhelming than anything physical could ever be, leaving her breathless and transformed in his embrace.
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Ashok heard the familiar call of the bird at a distance and it reminded him of where he was as a small ray of light peeked through the thick shutters. The softness he felt against his body was making him hard again but he knew he needed to let her rest.
After the angry explosion by the beach the prior evening, they could not stop. He could not pull away from her and he was glad the urges were mutual. It was an undeniable attraction and desire that only became stronger with every kiss.
Her naked softness was like that of a flower, her hair like silk as it sprawled over his arm. The room was dark but his eyes could see every bit of her sleeping form. He remembered every little sound she made as he took her, the feel of her soft flesh under his fingers and most of all her eyes.
The way she looked at him, that longing in them, just the thought made him hard. After going at each other over a half a dozen times, she had fallen asleep exhausted but he could not. He had to take care of himself in the shower before he fell asleep.
He had to do it again and he was worried he would wake her if he moved. Cautious not to wake her, he shifted his body to slide up against her as he slept in his arms, his hot hardness finding the softness of her skin, making him groan deep inside.
How could just the feel of her give him so much pleasure?
Like he could not get enough of her, he slid her sleeping form closer by rolling her onto him. Her touch made it even more frustrating and the feel of her hair and her beautiful scent set him off even more. He had to feel her and before he could stop himself, his hand was sliding down her belly to her epicenter.
He grit his teeth, fighting his animal instincts to take her again, like he wasn’t aware of how exhausted she was from having her plastered to him all night.
When his hand cupped her heated folds, she let out a moan and uttered his name, ever so softly. All control evaporated and he had to fight with himself to stop ramming into her while she slept.
How fucking messed up was that? How did he find it so hard to control himself around her?
He clenched his teeth fighting every ounce of the primal need that threatened to overpower his resolve. Just as he was about to move away from her, even at the risk of waking her up, she moved, running her arm over his chest.
Something shifted in him with that movement but the beast between his legs was throbbing angrily. He watched her as she became aware of her surroundings, her eyes adjusting to the dark and he lay still, his chest heaving.
As if she became aware of his ragged breathing, she lifted her eyes to his. Even in the dark, he saw the glint in her eyes.
“Good morning!” she said before raising up to slide her soft body over him. Her delectably hard nipples drew hot patterns on his chest as she teased the now yearning hardness with her softness. She moved her lips upward to plant a kiss on his chest, twirling her tongue over his chest, biting down on his hard pecks before finding his lips.
She lifted herself arching her back to feed him one of her pebbled nipples which he drank in delectably, switching from one to another enjoying her low keening sounds of pleasure. She stroked his angry hardness as he tasted her and just as he thought he was going to go overboard she pulled back.
Her eyes spitting fire, she looked at him like she was a fierce lioness on the prowl. A shudder passed him as he approached.
When her lips touched his, he lost it. He grabbed her hair, pulling her to him as he rolled over to pin her down with his weight.
“I can’t anymore,” it was a raw confession.
“Do it.” She challenged.
With that he entered her, an urgency that made a shudder pass through him. She let out a cry of pleasure that resounded in his ears making him drive into her harder with every shove. She matched his eagerness and impatience and that set him off.
His peak was picking up and he looked into her eyes and knew she was about to go over the edge and at that point he couldn’t hold in any more, and when he came, she cried out his name as she peaked and he exploded inside her like never before.
How the fuck was he supposed to let this amazing woman go?
CHAPTER 27
It had been a week since they got back from the private island and Isha had been in another world. It was the most amazing time she’s had ever and since they got back, the dynamic was a completely new one.
Between hungry kisses and eager trysts, every moment felt explosive. She looked forward to waking up in his arms, coming up from the depths of her sleep to an explosive peak as he devoured her folds or with gentle kisses on her skin as he coaxed her out of slumber. She loved it.
She didn’t get to see him that morning as he had not woken her up like the other mornings and she missed that. He had not left the island since they got back from their little private island getaway. The twins were now used to being with their aunts and that meant she saw less and less of them each day.
