Page 90 of The Maze

Her words stir something within me, igniting a fire that has been simmering since our wedding. With a glint of joy and desire, I lean in, my lips hovering over hers.

“Good call,” I murmur huskily. “The queen deserves a reward for such a thoughtful decision.”

The kiss starts as sweet and gentle as my lips meet hers, an exploration of each other’s feelings. But soon, the raw intensity takes over, and the kiss turns passionate. I can feel the hunger, the desire that’s been simmering since our eyes first met.

My fingers trace her curves, and I feel her desperation as she starts to touch me passionately. The heat between us explodes, the tension building with each touch and caress. I coax her lips apart and deepen the kiss, my tongue claiming every inch of her lush mouth, sucking all the breath from her body.

Her fingers deftly work on my sherwani buttons, teasing and seducing me while surrendering herself. With a fervour that matches hers, I begin to undress her, my touch slow and deliberate. Our lips remain locked throughout, conveying a silent promise to satiate all the passion and longing we’ve kept at bay until now.

As I lead her to the bed, the satin robe slides down her frame, revealing her beautiful body. I momentarily break our kiss and quickly discard my sherwani. Meher’s attention returns to the bed, the white sheets decorated with a beautiful arrangement of red rose petals shaped like a king and queen chess piece. Krish’s idea of decorating the bed with these symbols appealed to me when he presented it earlier, and I immediately told him to go ahead with it.

“Krish’s idea,” I grin, pulling her to me again.

“Thoughtful,” she whispers, her gaze back on me. Meher softly places both her palms against my chest before planting a tender kiss where my heart beats. My breath hitches as her fingertips brush over the edge of my traditional pants, moving to untie them. I swiftly grab her hands before she can proceed. Meher lifts her gaze, her eyes meeting mine, a hint of confusion within them as she wonders why I’m stopping her.

“Say you forgive me first,” I playfully demand. Her eyes widen at my unexpected condition.

“I haven’t heard the king pleading,” she teases.

Her words remind me of my previous assurance—that the King would even plead, if necessary, just to earn the Queen’s forgiveness. She’s using my own words against me. With a sly grin, she waits for me to apologise, and I decide to play along, teasing her with my actions.

“I’m pleading,” I whisper huskily, my lips and nose grazing her neck in an intimate caress. I nibble on her sensitive skin, evoking a gasp of surprise and pleasure. Slowly, I trail kisses along her neck and glide my palms over her exposed breasts, my hands kneading them sensually. “Please forgive me.”

Meher’s moans fill the air as she surrenders herself to the sweet and fiery exploration. The world around us fades away as we get lost in the intensity of our connection.

MEHER

It’s a wonderful feeling, having my King plead for my forgiveness through his touch on my body. Ayaan’s voice trembles with vulnerability as he makes me lie on the bed, his imposing form looming above me. Inch by inch, he peppers my body with kisses like he’s worshipping me.

“Please, baby.” Ayaan’s voice quivers, his lips exploring my skin with passion.

Despite his apology, I’m not prepared to grant forgiveness so easily. And even if I have to, I won’t tell him tonight.

“Keep pleading like this,” I mumble, pulling him closer, “One day, you’ll definitely get lucky. King-8, Queen-8.” I bite his cheek, finally equalling our scoreboard.

A groan escapes Ayaan’s lips as he nips on my earlobe, realising that I’m not about to give in so easily. He straightens, standing up to remove the remaining clothes with an urgency that matches mine. I observe as he retrieves protection from the bedside drawer and slips it on. Our gazes are locked this whole time, reading the desire in each other’s eyes, promising to satiate our passion, no matter what. There’s enough light in the room to admire every inch of his beautiful male body. Ayaan Shergill’s handsomeness and perfection seem to surpass even his own high standards with each passing day. The fact that a man as virile as him desires only me ignites a newfound passion within me, one I neither imagined nor knew existed.

He hovers over me again, his palm caressing my cheek as he promises something.

“From now on, every time we make love, it will be like our first moment together, Meher. With that same intensity and passion every single time. Because if there is anything I want to change in my past, it’s that moment when I didn’t trust you.”

My eyes tear up on hearing him. He kisses away my tears before sliding inside me slowly and deeply. I grab his arms, pull him down and nip his shoulder blade to prevent myself from screaming in ecstasy. Ayaan thrusts inside me in fast and deep strokes, giving me exactly what I need while drawing out his own pleasure.

He pulls out and slips back in harder, setting a synchronised rhythm, each one igniting a new wave of sensation within us. Our love, our longing and our unspoken words find expression as he keeps looking into my eyes throughout. We keep kissing in between, unable to resist our hunger for each other. It’s beyond love, beyond everything that holds power and value in this universe. Ayaan’s hand glides down as he touches my sensitive nub while pounding inside me. The sensations are too much, too raw and too powerful for me to hold up. My muscles begin to clench, and soon, I am lost in the throes of passion where I shudder uncontrollably, my intense big O making me see stars in broad daylight. My body goes limp but picks up the tempo again as he sinks into me deeper, biting down on my neck and grinding our hips together, finding his release with a sharp grunt. We both cling to each other, panting for breath for a long time until I cup his face and raise his head to look at me.

“No more misunderstandings, Ayaan,” I say, “This is our second chance.”

The moment he realises I have forgiven him for the past, his lips curve into a smile full of love and gratitude. He nods before pressing a kiss on my forehead and looking into my eyes again.

“I promise,” he replies. “Nothing is ever coming between us again.”

His mouth is on mine again because that’s how the king and the queen have always sealed the deals between them. An exquisite sweetness lingers through our bodies, reigniting our hunger for each other, and we lose ourselves again in our intimacy.

AYAAN

Evening – Wedding Reception

Time always seems to slip away whenever Meher and I find ourselves together in bed. Although we’ve already christened my bed at the Shergill Mansion with our lovemaking today, we can’t wait for tonight to get back together again after the reception party. Simran is now with Meher, helping her to get ready. I step out of my room, ready to embrace the celebrations and introduce my newlywed wife to the world beyond the doors of our home. I’ve been informed that the Walia family has already arrived.

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