Page 47 of Love Locked
Kyra’s mind blanked out. This kiss was unlike what they had shared in the snow. She was finally getting what she wanted—since years. The heady feeling was quickly followed by doubt and undeniable excitement when he kissed her with ardour.
Her kisses were as passionate as his. He enveloped the curve of her head with his hand and pushed her back against the shelf. His lips and tongue devoured hers with no trace of gentleness.
All her confusion and anger suddenly turned into a blaze of hot inferno. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue to explore and clasped his neck with her arms, pressing herself to him. His dominating attitude melted her into a puddle of lust, and his touch drove her crazy. He was everything she had ever wanted.
This is how she had always pictured Kabir. Hot and out of control. His free hand cupped the shape of her ass after thrusting his hot, hard body against hers. The touch of his hand further heightened the sensations as her entire body started to tremble with increased pleasure.
He was also becoming aroused. She could feel a hardness building where his crotch was touching her centre. His kisses were all manly and sexy, with a minty, lemony flavour. They kept kissing for a few minutes before finally breaking apart, their chests heaving frantically and their eyes seemingly drunk.
“I guess I found my answer. You want me...” Kabir broke off the kiss and gave Kyra a fierce gaze while smirking suggestively.
Her knees almost gave away under the weight of yearning, but she held onto his big shoulders. “I think you need to explore further to find the right answer since all I’ve ever wanted was for you to notice me.” Her voice was low. “Kabir, I don’t just want you. I crave you. I need you. I always have.”
“Princess, you don’t need to tell me twice. I swear I’ll prove to you in every possible way that I’m deserving of your affection.”
“What does all this mean?” Kyra questioned him.
His heart was beating quickly, just like hers. Kabir drew her lovely face to his by hooking a finger beneath her chin. “What does all what mean?”
“I mean this... umm, you are serious about us?” Kyra had to know.
“You bet your ass I am, sweetheart.” Kabir declared.
However, Kyra’s scepticism prevailed. “You were so adamant about not wanting me back in Roopganj. What changed?”
Kabir gave her a heartfelt grin and a forehead kiss. “Princess, I changed. Why do you think I went away to London for so long? Anyone could have gone, you know. But I wanted to be alone…I wanted time to clear my head…and I wanted to be away from you.”
“Was your trip successful?” Kyra asked hopefully.
“You tell me. I went away to think things through, but I did nothing except think about you. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t work without your thoughts circling my mind. My day started and ended with browsing your social media feeds. I felt like a stalker. But I was helpless since your charm had worked its magic. My heart and mind were both captivated by you.”
“You’re not joking, are you?” Kyra asked as her stomach somersaulted.
“Not one bit. After my breakup, I avoided all women. But you...I couldn’t ignore you. You came like a hurricane, upending every plan I had carefully mapped out with just one innocent glance. I want to pause…I want to live my life, but only with you. I want to experience the beauty that life brings to even the most trivial aspects with you.”
“Then count me in for a hundred per cent!” Kyra cooed ecstatically, planting lingering kisses on Kabir’s jaw.
“I hope you are not in this for my body, princess.” Kabir teased, taking in Kyra’s eagerness. He quickly peppered Kyra’s luscious mouth.
“Might be. I couldn’t be in this for your nonexistent romantic nature, for sure!” Kyra laughed as she kissed him.
“If you continue to do that, I will not be held responsible for the consequences!” Kabir struggled for control as he begged and demanded, revelling in her touch.
“What? This?” Kyra continued her ministrations by balancing herself on her toes.
“Kyra!” Kabir warned, but she recklessly ignored him. “Let’s go from here before we get carried away by this madness.”
“Where?”
“My place. What do you say?”
“Okay,” Kyra whispered.
Kabir rubbed her lower lip roughly with his thumb, hoping she knew what she was agreeing to. “You know what this means, right?”
Kyra nodded, her eyes boring into his when Kabir cleared all her doubts. “Once you let me touch you, all the bets are off. You’re mine. Only mine.”
“I’m already yours, Bir.” Kyra’s enticing words ignited Kabir’s lust like a fire, and he pressed a kiss between her lips and chin.
