Page 174 of One Hellish Desire

I rinse the bodywash off myself and shut my eyes. Flashes of the night keep messing with my head—the excitement in Maahi’s eyes when I lifted her to bed, the way I undressed her, our hands and lips exploring each other, Maahi’s erratic heartbeats, our kisses, her moans, and those gentle sobs when I made promises to her again last night. Everything. Every damn thing flashes in my head, reigniting those desires.

I turn off the shower, dry myself, and wear the hanging Turkish white bathrobe before walking out. Maahi is still sleeping peacefully under the sheets, looking no less than an angel on that bed. I could picture her like this for my entire life.

“Mine,” I mouth as I reach the bed and sit at the edge to admire her closely.

My poor wife. I didn’t let her sleep much till early morning, and that’s the only reason she’s still asleep despite it being 10:00 a.m. I admire her flushed face, longer than I should before she cocoons to my lap. I stroke away a few curls of her hair, and then she opens her eyes.

“Good morning,” I murmur. She stretches her arms out of the sheets, exposing a bit of her milky white skin I devoured last night. I was wrong. She is not an angel; she is the queen of angels.

As if recalling our moments from last night, Maahi instantly pulls the sheets to her neck, covering herself.

“Uh… um… what’s the time?” She stutters.

“10:00,” I smirk.

“What?” She sits up, clutching the sheets. “I slept that late?”

“You can sleep the whole day if you want, Cub. I don’t mind.”

Her cheeks flame at my comment.

“Are you okay?” I touch her pink cheeks, and she leans into my touch.

“I’m absolutely fine. But…”

“But what?” My face pales.

“But if you can just turn the other way, I can fix my clothes…”

I laugh, pinching her cheeks. “Seriously, Cub? You want me to turn around still? I have seen you… all of you, dammit.”

She pushes my chest to stop me from teasing her more. “Vikram, please that was in the dark. So, just do as I say. I need to go to the washroom urgently.”

“Then go,” I command, getting up from the bed but not moving my gaze away from her.

“Prince Pompous…” she frowns, and I lean down to carry her in my arms. Since she’s not willing to drop the sheets, I carry her along with them.

“Vikram? What are you doing?”

“You said you want to use the washroom urgently,” I repeat. “Taking you in there. What else?”

She blushes harder this time but allows me to walk her into the bathroom. I make her sit on the marble slab at the huge mirror, and she immediately wraps the sheets tightly around her, which makes me grin again.

“Stop hiding.”

“Then you stop looking at me like…” she pauses and looks down, grinning.

“Like what?” I pin her between my hands on the marble where she is sitting comfortably. “Like what, Cub?”

She finally meets my gaze. “Like you want a repeat telecast,” she murmurs, and I lose my smile. I do want that repeat telecast of last night’s events, but for now, her comfort is more important. She squirms in the urgency to pee, and I pull back.

“Come out soon. I’m ordering breakfast for us. Plenty of it, in fact,” I add. “You need to eat more henceforth.”

She grins again when I peck her cheek once before walking out.

CHAPTER 46

MAAHI

---