Shadows of Desires- An Interlude to Shades of Grey
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“A Regular Jesus Christ aren’t you, Raizada?” blood pounded in his ears as he turned around to face her. The sneer on her face, so alien- that he nearly took a step back. “You talk a good game Arnav. Don’t forget, so do I. I’ve learnt it all from you. I’ve spent years spinning your stories to have you coming out smelling of roses from the PR nightmares you create. Why the fuck should I believe you? You are nothing but another man who can’t keep it in his pants when an attractive face walks by!”
The denial, the placating, cajoling words on his lips, faltered and Arnav stuttered into silence. What had he done? What had he ever done that this girl- His Girl- thought of him as just another man? Had he failed so miserably? Had he failed in giving her the love, the affection she deserved? Had he not respected her enough? Had he not supported her enough? His eyes darkened with pure, unadulterated rage as he took in her shaking form.
What hadn’t he done for her? He had vowed to protect her... even from himself- so that she could be happy. He had denied himself the one thing that he wanted- the only thing that had him going out of his mind for the past few weeks and if he admitted to himself, then years - so that she could be happy. When she had happily told him that she loved him only two months back. He sneered, loved him. And now, here she was telling him that NK fucking Singhania stroked her fire like no one could? His sneer darkened. She had no idea- no idea- what stroking her fire even meant. He took a menacing step forward, his hands fisting by his sides. She was an adult, was she? A Woman? His eyes roved over her slight frame- looking even more dishevelled now after their little shouting and screaming match. The scanty dress that she was wearing was skewed out of place, her smoky eyes, her smudged lips... you have no idea what you are asking for, Khush. He thought, before he nearly lunged at her, his hands gripping her firmly as his lips crashed onto hers.
He felt her go still in his arms, as his grip on her tightened- and he bit down on her lower lip- her gasp sending a thrill of satisfaction through him. He pushed his tongue into her, tasting her- devouring her... relishing her. He had never felt this alive- ever. Why had he not done this before, again? He wondered, dizzily, as sensation after overpowering sensation crashed over him, egging him on. Making him sure, that if he stopped now, surely it would be the end of him.
And then, she was kissing him back- her hands sliding up his chest, clutching his shoulders, her nails sinking into his skin as his own hands travelled all over her. His fingers searching, his hands skimming, moulding her to himself- bringing her closer to himself, feeling her pushed against him- and still wishing for her to come even closer. His hands caught her beneath her hips, hoisting her up himself, even as her long legs closed around his waist, his eyes falling completely closed at the feel of her surrounding him. And his need for her shot up, scorching through him like a blaze of fire. Her teeth slightly nipped his lips, her tongue battling his for dominance, even as he turned her around and slammed her into the wall, slightly bending down and slanting his lips over hers. His hard body pressing down on her softer petite one. Feeling every curve, every dip and slant in her body against him- driving him crazy- pushing him higher.
He shifted more into her, as her hold around his waist loosened slightly, a groan wrenched out of his chest, as she wriggled into a comfortable place against him- the core of her pressed firmly against him, and their kiss deepened. He could not hold himself back any longer. He was burning up. The need- the want- inside him scorching everything in its path. He no longer cared- that the woman pressed against him was Khushi. His ex-ward. Right now, nothing mattered. The only thing that mattered was the simmering, pulsing flame of pure desire that was between them. She was not stopping- and neither was he.
He felt himself hardening, painfully aroused- and she shifted against him yet again- rubbing, sliding- teasing him. Her hands roved over him, his chest, his shoulders- his neck and back down. He growled, a deep rumble in his chest- a sound he hardly recognized as his own- as he caught her small hands in one of his and pinned her wrists above her head to the wall, bending his head to taste that milky, inviting looking neck. His tongue twirling along her soft satiny skin, his teeth nipping, nibbling at the point where her neck met her shoulders. He felt her shudder against him- resulting in yet another hot flash of desire to shoot through him- and he claimed her lips yet again. Her taste making him feel heady- drunk on her.
His hands left hers to cup her breasts over that excuse for a dress that she had chosen. Moulding them, weighing them in his hands. Perfectly fitting in his palms as he moulded them, caressed them over and over again- causing her to tremble against him. He pulled the neckline down, impatient in his need to touch her- feel her. Skin to Skin. Needing to make sure, that she was burning too- burning- igniting in that want that he himself was. His lips captured hers again- A fierce, never ending battle of tongues. Their Breaths Mingling, lips sucking- teeth nipping... and yet, still leaving them wanting for more. Much more.
She gasped, breathless, as he lightly bit down on her lips again- and he groaned. Enough play, he though, his hands shifting her into position, her wetness snug against him. He watched as her head lolled back- arousing him further- if that was even possible. It was time for the Real Game now.
He could see her drifting off. Her body was responsive as ever but her eyes had the faraway look that told him that she was somewhere else. NO. Not with him. Ever. He wound his long fingers into her hair and tightened. That crazy hair he had been dying to sink into. Kissed her again. A blessing. That’s what her kisses felt like to him. Blessings. Gifts. Salvation. He drew in a deep breath and pulled her up more fully, resting her back hard against the wall mouldings. She would be bruised tomorrow - he knew. But then, as her lips nipped at his, so would he, he thought with a life. He had her rested against the wall, holding her up with one hand while maneuvering the other wildly, to undress her. To pull that wispy excuse of a dress off from her creamy skin. Uncovering what he had unconsciously coveted for longer than he was comfortable in admitting. Her legs were wound around his waist and as he took in what she was wearing... that excuse for a lingerie... That black, and gold concoction.... he drew in an appreciative breath. Even as he could feel his eyes widening. Blood rushing from his head to... somewhere south. Damn, if he wouldn’t have a heart attack with this girl and like it. She tightened her legs around him and he groaned. No going back there.
She disentangled herself from him, her legs lightly touching the ground- as her expressive eyes watched him. She smoothed her hands down herself- her dainty fingers caressing her milky skin, ghosting over the frothy lingerie that she was wearing- and still her eyes watched him. His breath caught somewhere in his chest as his eyes followed her hands. his mind going numb with desire as he watched those small hands smooth over her waist and then climb up again. A growl bubbled up inside him- as fierce as the need raging through him. No Going back, indeed.
He wound his arms around her small waist, drawing her into yet another kiss. Scorching, blazing. An Inferno. He smirked as she panted, gasped for breath. And I’ve not even stroked your fire yet Darling. He thought, as her hands fisted into his t-shirt, pulling at it- trying to draw it over his head. Get it now, do you? He thought, his smirk deepening, as she desperately tried to take his T-shirt off. Do you see what I have been feeling all this time? He shed the T-shirt, at the impatience in her eyes then. And she was on him. Her hands caressing him all over- her lips following her hands. Making him shiver under her feather light touch. He felt her smile against his hot skin- her full lips stretching and widening on his slick, hot skin. Nipping at it. She knew the effect she was having on him, the tease.
He looked at the bed behind them, and then down at her. His bed it was, then. Sweeping her in his arms- Arnav all but ran to the bed- dumping her onto it- making her bounce on it slightly- the image arousing him further. She pulled back- leaning against the headboard- her hazel eyes watching him intently as he shed the rest of his clothes. So beautiful, he thought, dazed. She was so damned perfect. In this half light, she looked like one of those black and white noir photography. Beautiful. Erotic and so damned perfect. Her limbs looking silvery, the black of the lingeries and the shadows, he drew in a deep breath, feeling lost. The only thing on his mind as his eyes met hers was to have her. At any cost. For the first time in years, Arnav Singh Raizada didn’t think about tomorrow and what it would bring with it. He didn’t want to. Not now. Not with her. Why mess with perfection?
He climbed on the bed, their eyes still locked as he pulled her towards him by her waist. Her hot exposed skin, flush against him. No barriers. After what seemed like ages- there were no barriers between him and Khushi. She looked while he stalked towards her. Crawling. Eyes wide. Knowing. He felt like the prey to her huntress. No. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all. He couldn’t lose control now. Not now. Not with her. He had to be careful with her. Arnav steeled his resolve even as he felt desire eating at him like highly concentrated sulphuric acid. Eating away. Weakening his resolve. No. Careful... He lightly ran his fingers up her sides, reveling in the shudder that coursed through her. And leaned forward to claim those slightly bruised lips again. Pecking. Nibbling. Nipping. His. All His.
She licked her lips- her eyes still locked with his- and his breath hitched. A lump lodging itself somewhere around his throat, as desire clogged his veins. Mine.
“You’ll forget everything but me tonight.” He rasped. “You’ll only taste me. Remember Me. Just Us.” His tone darkened. As an image of her brilliantly smiling at NK fucker Singhania flashed through his mind. Mine. He thought. He would make her all his. Even if he couldn’t have her forever, tonight she was his. Just as if it was meant to be. He crushed her to himself again. Both kneeling, facing each other. His eyes caught on the rapidly beating pulse at her throat, his finger caressing it, his lips following. Sucking Nipping. He reached behind her, unclasping the lace and throwing it away, without looking, without bothering. Too caught up in her.
His fingers travelling up her spine- his eyes roving over her trembling form. Caressing her with his eyes alone. His hands coming up to cup her. Taste her. He gripped her by her arms- forcefully, almost roughly turning her around to lay her on her stomach, leaning over her- tasting her neck, her shoulders- nibbling at the silky skin. His. He would mark her as such. Running his nose over the nape- smirking when she whimpered.
He turned her around again. More roughly, this time. Pulling down the scrap of lace still shielding her from him. And then he stopped. His eyes roving over her. Beautiful. Aphrodite. Venus. His. “So Beautiful Khushi... So Incredibly Beautiful...” He felt his breath catch at his throat. Khushi. His Khushi. He rasped. He could barely speak of the fire that consumed him. “Khushi, Are you ready?” he asked her, and those innocent orbs locked with his. A tenderness enveloped his heart as she nodded. There was a complete, encompassing trust in those eyes. She trusted him. He closed his eyes, and turned away- almost unhinging the drawer as he pulled it open- ripping the foil as he found what he had been searching for. He was ready. To make her his. Even if it meant that it would be only for this one night.
He nudged into her then, gently at first- and then he entered her fully- almost slamming into her- before he what had stopped him for a moment there. His eyes widened. Blood drained from his face, as he realized just how baseless and untrue his accusations had been. His desire fogged brain suddenly clearing for a moment as remorse clouded it. What had he done?
But then her arms tightened around him, her legs drawing around his waist, pulling him in. A small moan bursting from her half open lips- And he relaxed. She wanted him to. He smiled as he sunk into her welcoming warmth. Feeling a completeness he had never felt before. Separating, Joining. Over and Over again. A Dance. His First with her. Maybe the first of more to come? He hoped so. He really did. His smile widened as he saw her bite down on her lips- strangling a half moan- and he rubbed his thumb over her lips, freeing them. “Don’t Hold back. Groan. Shout. Scream if you have to.” He told her. He rubbed his thumb over her lips again, and this time she gasped- before lightly nipping at it. Her eyes shining. And he laughed. Her mouth enveloping his thumb, her tongue twirling over it, nipping, sucking again- before he withdrew it.
Her hand travelled up to his forehead, combing the hair settling in his eyes back- skimming down his face- over his nose, then his cheeks. He caught it in his, tangling her fingers with his. Kissing it, pinning it down beside her, as their rhythm increased. The world becoming a distant thing. His universe coming to revolve around a sole point. Khushi. His Khushi. His hand reached down- finding and caressing her bundle of nerves slowly. Building up the pressure. She threw her head back then, a half choked scream escaping her lips- even as he was pushed over the brink. The blood roaring in his ears- his head. Collapsing over her, pulling back. Settling against her. Watching, as her breath returned- the peace stealing over him. Wondering if he could have this peace, her, all for himself. Forever.
He reached over again then. His hand winding around her waist once again- intently gazing into her eyes. Finding her acceptance, sighing in relief. Maybe he could he thought. Maybe this could be the first of many more to come. And then he was swept once again into their Desires. The Shadows descending over them- as they joined yet again, only as they could. Arnav and His Khushi.
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Found this story. Reading it again. One of my favourites.
ReplyDeleteWould be so good if you can continue it
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