Vera felt delirious, her entire being thrumming to a tune that Vihaan had set. With featherlight touches and gossamer kisses, he was waking her body up from a decades long slumber. He wasn’t simply fucking her—he was making love to her. And it was unbearable.
She felt him everywhere—over her, around her, within her. To go from having had layers of armour to shield her from feeling anything at all to being sucked into an inescapable whirlpool of emotion was overwhelming. Like being on a zipline with a 300-foot drop over a ravine that no one had warned her about.
Her survival instinct kicked in, and she clenched her eyes shut, trying to calm her heart from punching its way out of her chest. There was no reason to panic. It was just sex.
It’s just sex. That’s all,her brain tried to pacify itself, to find a way to harness the turbulence within her.
As if in response, she felt his body rear over her.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered, his fingers sliding into her scalp and tightening just enough to hold her head in place.
Dazed eyes met his, confused when she saw fear and despair in him, replaced almost immediately by determination. His jaw tightened as he rubbed his erection along her slit, mixing his pre-cum with her wetness as he positioned himself between her legs. Slowly, with deliberation, he slipped into her, keeping her pinned so she couldn’t tilt her hips up to have him sink into her faster. Inch-by-inch, he rocked against her till he was seated fully within her snug channel, nary a sliver of space remaining between them.
“Does this feel like ‘just sex’ to you?” he asked, surprising her thoroughly. “You can try to keep me out of your heart, Princess, but I will never quit trying to breach your walls.” When he thrustinto her again, it was with a surety that ripped through her and obliterated her capacity to hold back from submitting to him.
“Please, Vihaan, faster,” she begged hoarsely, running her hands down his back, her fingers digging into hard muscle as he moved within her. He pulled back, lacing his fingers with hers and drawing them up, on either side of her head. With her arms locked, the back of her hands pressing into the earth, she felt his glorious weight settle upon her, their bellies kissing each other as he surged forward, pounding her into the cool grass below.
“My wife. My Vera,” he breathed, as if reassuring himself, the possessiveness in his tone making her cling to him harder as he followed his words with yet another brutal thrust, stretching her pussy around him. His mouth landed on her neck, nibbling up to draw one soft earlobe between his teeth. “Do you want me to fill you up or pull out?”
“Inside,” she whispered, greedily exploring the flex of his muscles before squeezing his firm ass.
“That’s my good wife,” he growled, moving within her. “Every day, you’ll know what it is to be mine, screaming my name when you come around my cock, feeling me inside you for hours after I’m done.”
His lips left a trail of fire along her jaw as he whispered a world of sweet and filthy things, knowing how her body reacted to it. He leaned down and latched onto a ruched nipple, suckling her with a hunger that had her arching her back, every little tug making her gasp and clench around his girth.
Vera gave herself wholly to Vihaan, his body gliding over hers in a cadence so sweet, it had her legs shaking as she wrapped them around his hips. Pleasure flooded every last nerve as she fell apart under him, sobbing his name into his shoulder. Her orgasm plunged Vihaan into his, surrounding him in her essence until he spilled himself within her in hot, thick ropes.
Vera had no desire to fight the surge of belonging she experienced as her husband rolled over on his back, taking her with him. He drew her into his chest without pulling out from her. She could feel their combined release trickle out, but there was no shame or embarrassment in this moment. Rough fingers slipped under her chin, tipping her face up towards his. With a reverent brush of his lips against hers, he murmured, “I love you. Till my dying breath, I will love you.”
There, with the moonlight highlighting every emotion on their faces, the cool night air washing over their heated bodies, Vera lay in the protective cocoon of Vihaan’s arms, responding with the only three words she could muster.
“I believe you.”
43
Sunset
Vera
Vera didn’t think she’dfeel this way again.
Once she’d stopped fighting with herself to give Vihaan another chance, her mornings were brighter, her days more fulfilling, and her nights spent in a haze of lust with a husband who fucked her like he had a point to prove before making love to her like she was the entirety of his soul. But in the fortnight since she’d dropped the wall between them, she felt surrounded by a feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Belonging.
She looked beside her at Nanaji who was quietly humming to himself as he inspected the little blue bottle of coconut oil he’d requested she bring him.
“Beta,” he called after a moment, patting his knee like he used to even when she was a school-going child. With an indulgent smile, she plonked on the grass beside his chair and leaned over to place the side of her forehead on his lap.
“Y-you s-should put oil. Your N-nani used to massage y-y-you when you were a baby, b-but now, your hair is g-g-getting dry.”
“I’ll be more diligent, Nanu,” she obediently replied, sighing in happiness when she felt his shaky fingers massage oil into her scalp. It was a good day today. Nanu had been in better spirits after a tough few days of being in the doldrums, and he’d not had a lapse in his memory so far. Add to that, he’d seemed to be in a mood to recall old stories and relay them to Vera, making her laugh as he shared anecdotes about her childhood and her legendary stubbornness.
Vihaan had coerced her into taking some time off work, now that she was no longer at the mercy of tight finances. Still, she’d argued against taking advantage of her position as his wife, but he’d overruled her qualms. She was so thankful to him for that. The last few weeks had given her time with her grandfather in a way she’d longed for, for years, and she suspected it was precisely why Vihaan had insisted on this break for her. He seemed to know what she needed even if she didn’t know how to acknowledge it.
“A-are you happy n-now, my child?”
Vera hummed in response, eyes closed as the scent of the coconut oil mingled with the fresh grass around her.