"Ah … Saurav!" I cried out, my back arching when I felt the graze of his teeth against my skin.
He didn't waste another second. He hauled me into his arms, his muscles bunching with effortless strength as he carried me toward the bedroom. We were both dripping wet, leaving a trail of droplets across the floor, but the cold didn't matter. The only thing that existed was the friction of our skin.
He dropped me onto the sofa, the plush cushions sinking beneath my weight. Before I could even catch my breath, he was peeling his t-shirt over his head. I instinctively squeezed my thighs together, my gaze dropping to the prominent, heavy ridge straining against the denim of his pants. A moment later, his hands were on my gown. With one powerful tug, he tore the fabric down the center, leaving me exposed and trembling in nothing but my underwear.
"Sweet or rough?" he rasped, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my blood sing.
"Huh?" I blinked, my mind a hazy fog of desire.
"Sweet sex or rough sex?" he clarified, leaning down to capture my mouth in a bruising kiss.
"Both," I mumbled against his lips, the word lost in the heat of our mouths. I heard the low, vibration of a chuckle deep in his chest.
"Okay. I’ll start with sweet."
He pulled away just long enough to shed his pants. When he moved back over me, the silk-and-fire sensation of his bare skin against my thighs made me gasp. *Oh God.*
He began a slow, agonizingly beautiful pilgrimage. His kisses started at the hollow of my neck, moved to the swell of my breasts, and lingered at the curve of my waist. He moved lower, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, worshipping every inch of me until I was a knotted mess of anticipation. Then, he returned to my mouth, kissing me with a tenderness that felt like a devotion.
The rush of cold air was brief as Saurav stripped away my underwear, leaving me in nothing. When he guided himself to my entrance and pushed forward, I felt a sharp, sudden sting of fullness. I watched his jaw clench, the cords of his neck standing out as he forced himself to move slowly, letting my body adjust to his size.
"Oh God," I breathed, turning still as he buried himself completely within me. I liked how full I was feeling at that moment.
He stayed there for a heartbeat, letting the sensation settle, before he began to withdraw and thrust in a steady, melodic rhythm. His breathing was raspy, a jagged sound of a man trying and failing to hold back his own undoing.
The "sweet" didn't last long. The rhythm broke; the slow glides turned into desperate, and powerful strikes. The sofa scraped against the floor as he began to pound into me, harder and faster, his control finally slipping.
"I like how perfectly you fit," he breathed, his voice raw. He reached out, grabbing the back of my neck to tilt my head back, yanking me into a searing kiss. "You’re amazing, Kav. You’re mine." He moved deeper, faster, like he was trying to consume every last piece of me.
"I’m yours," I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as the world narrowed down to the friction, the heat, and the soul-shattering feeling of him filling me completely.
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Chapter 30
KAVYA
“When will you return then?” I asked, my fingers tracing through my husband’s thick hair, memorizing the texture. I tried to keep my voice steady, but the tremor was there, lurking just beneath the surface.
Saurav let out a dry, short breath, a ghost of a laugh. “I don’t know. Maybe in ten years?”
It was a joke, but I didn’t smile. The thought of ten years without him felt less like a jest and more like a sentence.
“I’m going to miss you,” I whispered.
Saurav’s eyes snapped to mine, his gaze searching, intense.
“I’ve had the best time with you this last month,” I added, my heart aching with the honesty of it. This month had been a fragile bubble of peace in a life otherwise defined by chaos.
“Me too,” he murmured. He turned fully toward me, cupping my face in his large, warm hands. He leaned in, his kiss soft and lingering.
I reached up, cupping the back of his head to pull him closer, desperate to bridge the distance that was already growing between us. Saurav started to pull away, glancing at his watch with a curse. “Fuck it.”
He didn't care about the time anymore. He threw the heavy blanket over us, shielding us from the world outside. “Don’t cry,” he warned, his voice a rough command as he pressed his palm gently but firmly over my mouth to stifle my sounds. “Dad is home.”
He took me then, with a desperate, raw urgency. It was rough, fueled by the ticking clock and the looming separation, a final claim before the mission tore him away.
Half an hour later, we lay tangled in each other’s arms, our skin slick with sweat, our breathing slowly evening out. Saurav leaned over and pressed a final, lingering kiss to my forehead.