Page 53 of Born in Ruin

“Kraken,” he muttered, ripping his mouth from hers, resting his forehead against hers and fighting to catch his breath. “If we keep doing this, I’m not going to be able to stop.”

“Don’t,” she said, the tip of one finger dragging along the painfully hard, throbbing length of his erection. “Don’t you dare stop.”

TWENTY-EIGHT

Mayukhi

They stumbled through the French doors into the hall, landing on the couch. Ishaan’s hands slipped under her tank top, his lean, rough fingers sending shivers down her spine as they made contact with her skin. She raked her fingers through his hair, gripping and tugging until he tilted his head back to meet her lips. A desperate need for this man filled her, the desire that slammed into her shocking in its ferocity.

She had never wanted like this, never craved like this, never yearned like this. No one else brought out this need in her. Only him. Only ever him.

Ishaan whipped her tank top off and threw it to the side, baring her lace covered breasts to his gaze. Mayukhi tensed, well aware that she wasn’t very well endowed in that department. But, Ishaan met her gaze, his own hot and fevered.

“Perfect,” he whispered. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Molten heat coursed through her at the words. She reached behind her and unsnapped the bra clasp, removing the lacycovering and tossing it aside to join her tank. Ishaan lowered his head to her peaked nipple, his hot mouth closing over it. Mayukhi whimpered, her hands clenching in his hair as she pulled him closer, impossibly closer. His hand went to cup the other breast, his fingers working magic on the aching nipple. Mayukhi leaned back, allowing him easy access, her mind and heart a confused, melting mess of emotion.

Ishaan put his hands on her thighs and wrapped them around his hips, and then with his hands bracing her back, he stood in one lithe motion, Mayukhi wrapped around him like a clinging vine. She realised there was nowhere else she wanted to be. He carried her, all the while kissing his way down her neck, into his bedroom, gently lowering her to the bed. His forearms came to rest on either side of her head, his darkly intense gaze devouring the sight of her topless body.

And for the first time in her life, Mayukhi felt wanted, body and soul, by someone. Here was a man who’d seen her at her worst and still…still he looked at her like she was a priceless treasure.

“Off,” she muttered, tugging at his t-shirt. Ishaan obliged and she was treated to the sight of disgustingly attractive muscles, the cuts and dips made her want to trace them with her tongue. So, she did, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from Ishaan. She lifted her hips, grinding the wet core of herself against the hard length of his. In response, Ishaan yanked her tracks off in a move that would have been impressive if she’d had enough brain function left to notice.

He kissed his way down her body, open mouthed and wet until he reached her core, his breath feathering over her damp panties. Mayukhi’s hands clenched in the sheets as he kissed her there, mouthing her through the damn fabric.

“Ishaan,” she whispered, a desperate plea.

She felt him nod against her thigh as he slipped her panties off and then finally there was nothing left to hide behind, her entire body laid bare for him. This time when his mouth made contact with her, she screamed, her hips coming off the bed in response. Ishaan had one hand clamped down on her thigh, holding her down and open for him, his mouth wrecking delicious havoc on her. Her legs started to quiver, a tightly coiled well of sensation coming loose as he licked and sucked her into mindless bliss. When the orgasm slammed through, Mayukhi came undone in his arms, in more ways than one.

Ishaan kissed and nibbled and licked her down from the high she never thought she’d recover from. And it was only when she opened her dazed eyes to look at him that he grinned and asked, “Ready for round two?”

Her cloudy gaze went to his erection and she smiled, hunger replacing the sated haze in her eyes. “With you? Always.”

Ishaan produced a condom from his bedside drawer with the flourish of a magician pulling out a rabbit from a hat. He shrugged out of his tracks and underwear in a swift motion and Mayukhi’s heart did a slow roll in her chest at the sight of his magnificent, naked body.

“Always prepared, are you?” Mayukhi murmured, unprepared herself for the jealousy that burst through her at the thought.

“Always hopeful,” he corrected her with a grin.

She laughed, sitting up and holding out her hand. “Allow me to do the honours?”

“Oh it’s an honour, is it?” Ishaan quipped, dropping the foil packet in her palm.

Mayukhi giggled, marvelling at the fact that she was sitting unashamedly naked in the bed of a man who’d held a legendary hatred for her and was laughing! Sex had been many things to her, mostly disappointing things, but it had never been fun before. But this was Ishaan and fun was his middle name.

She enjoyed watching his rakish grin slip off his face as she wrapped her fingers around the length of him, giving him a careful stroke. He hissed, his eyelids dropping to half-mast as he watched her face and the languid pleasure she was sure he saw on it.

“Don’t tease,” he murmured as Mayukhi rose to her knees, facing him without relinquishing her grip on him.

“Me? Tease?” She tried to look innocent but failed miserably. Laughing openly now, she kissed him, allowing him to feel her joy in the moment, all while she stroked him to madness with her hand.

Ishaan growled, a half sentient sound, as he pushed her on to her back and followed her down. “Condom. On. Now,” he rasped.

Mayukhi ripped the packet open and rolled it on to him, using the opportunity to tease him even further. Ishaan closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as the muscles in his neck stood out in stark relief.

“Kraken?” he said, the low, hoarse voice sending another delicious shiver through her.

“Yes?”

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