Page 173 of One Hellish Desire

I turn off the lights and open the bedroom door, finding it dark inside. Has she already gone to sleep? I switch on a small light and my heart skips a beat. The bed is adorned with rose petals. How did this happen? Who did it? And that’s not all—there's a pathway of rose petals leading from the door where I stand to the bed.

I step inside, completely unaware of Maahi's intentions, when suddenly I feel her arms wrap around my chest from behind. Her heart is pounding as wildly as mine. I pull her in front of me and am about to ask what's going on when my throat goes dry. She's wearing the red saree I gifted her the other day at Ratna Mahal, the one with the special note saying she should wear it on the night she wants to give me all her love.

I never imagined that night would come so soon. Just as I'm about to speak, she places a finger on my lips, silencing me.

“It’s our wedding night,” she declares, tempting my desires.

I am too shocked to even reciprocate or reconfirm that. I just gaze at her for another few seconds.

“Tell me I’m not on that couch, dozed off while watching TV, and dreaming all this.”

“It’s not a dream, Vikram,” she says, closing the distance between us and cupping my face. “You asked me what I was hiding in the bags all this time?”

I nod.

“I was hiding this saree. I always intended to make this night special for us.”

Damn! I relax beneath the firm touch of her fingers. All these months I have craved this moment with her, and now that it’s finally here, I am clueless.

“Are you sure?” I ask again. Though my mind doesn’t want to give her another chance to rethink, my heart does. I don’t want her to make a decision she’s not ready for.

As if she loves me asking her permission, she scrapes her nails over my stubbly cheek before biting there. “Never been this sure my entire life.”

I mouth my usual cuss word, loud enough for my wife to hear it before kissing her mouth. This isn’t a sweet kiss. No soft brushes of our lips or gentle hands. This is a full-blown assault of desire, my need slamming into hers.

When we break away from our kiss for air, Maahi eagerly pulls my shirt off over my head, and then her mouth is on mine again. Her hands explore my chest, her fingers trail down my torso until it reaches the hem of my pants. I recall the last time I’d tried to make her touch me, she had resisted. So this time I wait, to see if she goes further, and that wait ends when Maahi dips her fingers inside my pants and touches me.

“F*ck,” I grunt in pleasure, breaking the kiss.

My hips jerk forward as I press against her hand. It never crossed my mind ever that Maahi could self-initiate something like this—giving full attention to my hard and aching need for her.

I bend my head nipping her skin at her neck before my hands pull the pleats of her saree, letting it pool down our feet. When Maahi’s fingers work me harder, and I’m tantalizingly close to shuddering, I pull her hand away before tearing off the rest of her clothes. I want to savor undressing her but my patience is wearing thin. I fumble with the blouse buttons, before discarding it and then unhook the lacy lingerie underneath until she is bare before me.

For a moment all I do is stand and stare at her perfection. Creamy skin. Flushed expressions. Soft curves. And all of her is mine.

Carrying her in my arms, I take her to bed. I’m determined to give her the best night of her life. But Maahi is too desperate for more. As soon as I lay her on the bed, her hands reach out to the drawstring tie of my pants. She fumbles with it and in seconds it comes undone. I kiss her again, before looking into her eyes.

“Where’s that Maahi of mine who wanted to take things slow?” I ask, biting her earlobe.

She smiles pushing my night pants down my legs.

“She’s waited for this equally, for too long,” she whispers. “Make me yours, Vikram.”

It feels like a sin to keep her waiting.

Her nails raked down my back. “Now,” she purrs.

All my restraint to pamper her with slow drugged kisses first is replaced by open mouthed kisses on every inch of her body. She arches her body to angle with my mouth as I trail kisses over her soft breasts, sucking them to my heart’s content. The feel of my Maahi underneath me is too good to resist or take this slow.

When this aching need to unite with her becomes intolerable, I spread her legs and sheath myself. Maahi bites her lip realizing I’d come prepared. A man can always hope. Taking another moment to stare down at her perfection, I thrust inside her gently. Tears roll down her eyes at the intense pain. I kiss her mouth, pausing my actions until she’s at ease to continue.

“More…” she murmurs in a few seconds but I need to make sure she’s fine.

I wait until Maahi meets my gaze and arches her body again to angle us perfectly again for me to continue. And then my hips begin moving, sliding in and out, harder, faster until her moans of pleasure fill the room. Tonight, she’s trusted me with the most intimate and sacred part of hers, and I vow to cherish her the way she deserves and more, for the rest of our lives.

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I’m in the shower the next morning, cleaning myself after an earth-shattering love-making night with my wife. My body still aches, especially my back, but I have no regrets. It was the most memorable night, making love to Maahi, something I’ve craved since I first saw her again after nine long years. It wasn’t just our bodies touching intimately last night; our souls united too. Maahi is the love of my life, and I would do anything for her. I might not have given her the wedding she desired and have hurt her unintentionally in the past, but I can't change any of that. I’ve promised to give her everything I have now. Love is all she asks for, and I have that in abundance.

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