Page 7 of The Secret She Kept in Bollywood

Anya cupped her breasts even as fiery heat coated her cheeks at the dark satisfaction in his eyes. But there was no space for modesty or shyness here, no space for shame. Only pleasure.

“Ahh...my favorite too,” he said with a roguish smile and then his mouth fluttered down from her pulse, nipping the slope of her breast so that the tiny bite of pain made the pleasure of his fingers moving inside her that much sharper and delicious and then his tongue was at her nipple again.

“I love how lushly you fit in my palms, how wet you are for me,” he said, between licks and nibbles as if she were his favorite sweet. In the dark, Anya saw his wicked eyes glint with satisfaction as he licked his finger. “How sweet you taste to me, Angel. I feel like a randy teenager just imagining how good you’ll feel around my shaft...how hungrily you will swallow me whole.”

“More words,” she said, leaning into him and stretching her thigh higher so that he could go deeper. The ache was building again, faster and more powerful, threatening to shatter her. For the first time in her life, Anya was not afraid. All she wanted was to fragment, to forget, to fly in this moment, be free of the past and the future. “Please, Simon,” she whispered, burying her face in his neck and pressing her open mouth against his skin. He tasted like salt and soap and something woodsy and she wanted to devour him whole.

“I love how you reached for this...for me when you could’ve simply walked away. I love how you dared me to give you what you want. I love how you pushed me to have this, Angel, have you.”

Anya’s fingers reached his groin and he let out a deep groan as she traced the outline of his erection with her fingers. But he didn’t stop the torment of his fingers or his mouth, building her climb all over again. So well that she was panting when she said, “I want you inside me when I...” Her breath shuddered in and out as once again her release fluttered closer. “Please. This whole thing will shatter once I climax. The real world will intrude...and I’ll run away. From you. From myself. I... I need this. I need you inside me. Now.”

“Are you sure, Angel?” he asked seriously.

“God, yes. More than anything,” Anya answered and with steady fingers, slowly, undid his trousers.

Somehow, they managed to find the condom in her bag. She heard the sound of the package tearing, saw him roll it up his length and then he was kissing her again. With such gentle reverence that she knew she wouldn’t forget it for years.

“Tell me one last time what you’re thinking,” she demanded. “Tell me.”

One hand cupped her hip and jerked her away from the main door of the suite toward the wall. Anya flushed, knowing that he was the only one thinking rationally here. And she liked it. She liked being the wild one, the aggressor, the one who took risks and pursued her pleasure boldly. The one who wasn’t afraid to trust him and herself, for once.

“I’m thinking this is the most irresponsible thing I’ve ever done in my life.” A hard kiss to her mouth. “It’s also the most alive I’ve felt in years. You’re like a sweet benediction from heaven, an earthly reminder that I’m not dead inside.” His fingers at her inner thigh opened her indecently wide. “And I’m never going to live like this again.”

Anya felt the head of his erection flicking against her core, and she gasped anew. Sensation zinged and pooled in her lower belly, her entire being stretched taut at the cusp of explosion. The dark was a cover for things she wouldn’t have dared ask for in daylight, but the dark also converged every ounce of her being at her sex, damp and ready for him.

“I’m thinking,” he continued, feeding himself into her wet heat, inch by tormenting inch, his words a raw whisper at her temple, “that I’ll never have another encounter like this.” Anya buried her face into his neck at the sharp sting of his invasion. His long fingers on her buttocks, he stilled and waited until she urged him on with a hard kiss. “That I needed this more than I could ever put into words.” His voice sounded rough and guttural as he thrust in a little more. “That I’ll never meet another woman like you, someone who’ll make me this insane.” They both groaned when he was lodged all the way inside her. “Someone who’ll make me glad that I gave in to temptation for one magical instant.”

Hands clenching his rock-hard shoulders, Anya breathed in shallow gasps. Not her imagination, not the one encounter she’d had with Meera’s father all of fourteen years ago, nothing had prepared her for the achy fullness that filled her body or the desperate need for release. Her thigh muscles ached at how wide his hips pushed them, her arms burned at how hard she clung to him and that made the pleasure of him inside her that much sweeter.

“You okay, Angel?” he asked, his voice so deep and hoarse that she adored it.

The sharp sting was already receding, and Anya jerked her hips experimentally.

Simon’s fingers tightened on her hips, his ragged exhale coating her jaw.

“If it hurts, tell me. We can stop. Now.”

She shook her head and searched for his mouth in the darkness. His lips were sweet and soft when she found him. His kiss possessive and alternating with sexy little nips of his teeth. “No...you just...you feel like you’re lodged here,” she said, dragging his palm to her breast. “I... I’m so very glad to have met you, Simon.” He did something with his hips—a swivel and a thrust that made her head bang against the wall, her eyes roll into the back of her head. “And not just because you can do that,” she said, giggling.

“I love tasting your smile, Angel,” he whispered, mirroring her very thoughts. His hips retreated a fraction before he was pinning hers to the wall again. Anya huffed out a shallow breath, her spine melting. “Now hold on to me, yeah?”

“God, yes.”

And then he was thrusting into her hard and fast, while his thumb stubbornly stayed at her clit, applying counterpressure. His mouth was at her neck, his teeth dragging over the sensitive skin there and it was all too much. Anya wrapped her hands around his shoulders and just hung on.

Each thrust against the wall rattled some picture frames she couldn’t even see and it only added to the symphony of sounds they made together. He drove her higher and higher, the pressure in her belly tightening.

“You feel amazing, Angel,” he groaned, and she swore that with each movement of his body he hit every single pleasure point in hers as if he could weave magic.

Head bowed against his shoulder, Anya came in a sudden rush of such pulsating pleasure that she let out a keening cry. He took that into himself, soothing her and kissing her even as he ravaged her and Anya had never been more aware of, or more in love with her own body than at the moment.

Now that it gave him such pleasure, now that he held it with such reverence. Now that it could send his powerful body shuddering as release crashed into him. His broad shoulders shook as he came with a final thrust that pinioned his hips to hers, his fingers digging into her hips.

Anya hung on, for what felt like eternity, her face buried in his shoulder. But it could have been no more than a few breaths.

“Are you all right?” he asked, his exhale playing with the damp tendrils of her hair sticking to her temples. His chest rose and fell against her, his muscles around her still shuddering from his release.

She nodded, unable to conjure words.

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