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Chapter 67 : Union

Going through the day had been hard. Ruhaani conveniently blamed her hormones for it all. She had never been rendered so desperate for anyone before. There wasn't a single time when she had met his gaze and not thought of his hands roving her body or his hard body pressing against hers. He had corrupted her mind with the teaser right in the morning. She had tried her best to avoid any interactions through the day. She no longer trusted her restrain.

It left her feeling overwhelmed, frankly. Just thinking of how much he desired her made her feel special. There was no doubt that Aadarsh was bestowed with a body that could trap a women's desires. But Ruhaani took pride in the control she had over her needs and desires, and still, she wasn't immune to his charm.

There had never been anyone other than Harsh who had touched her intimately and made love to her. She would never forget her first. It was driven by a maddening reluctance to part. They had just got married. They had just started having a bond like a new friendship. Just few days of a good change. But out of nowhere he had to leave and they had ended up consummating their marriage in an urge to get more of each other in the short time they could.

It was straightforward. It was needy. It was not messy. It was simple.

With Aadarsh everything became messy. Her feelings. Her desires. Her emotions. He turned her world upside down. Yet she never felt threatened or destroyed. In fact, she only ended up yearning more for him. He was like the storm in her calm.

Love was a tornado. She loved Aadarsh, her husband, the man who fathered her daughter; the man who thrived her family. The man who survived through hell and came out a survivor just like her. There was a deep resonating understanding, a mutual respect and love. She only fell a little more in love with him, with every passing day.

Lust was an inferno. Aadarsh sparked lust in her. The raw need to feel him physically close to him. The maddening desire to give him control over her mind, soul and body. To blindly trust him with whatever he did. And to evoke in him the same fire, to burn with him.

Love was a patience that never died. Lust, an impulsive impatience that was never quenched. Ruhaani found herself torn between feeling the two strong contrasting emotions that were still the two sides of the same coin.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Despite what they shared in the morning she felt a tad bit nervous. Her erratic heartbeat was back again. She stood in front of the mirror in their walk-in-closet and ran a gaze down herself.

She had gathered her courage and worn something sexy. It was a pair of a satin shorts that had lace at the waistband and hem; and a black lace bralette that not just clung to her breasts highlighting it's shape but also gave a fair see-through glimpse of her skin.

She was reconsidering it. Maybe this was too much. She had never felt the need to look sexy as she did tonight. She slowly wore the glossy satin robe that came with the set and tied the satin tie around her waist. The material felt soft against her skin. It made her feel nice and weirdly ready.

Her hand reached the top of her head where her hair was tied into a bun. She undid the bun and let her hair fall loose. Shaking her head slightly, to let her hair cascade down, she picked her comb and quickly brushed her hair. He liked her hair like that.

She kept the comb back in the drawer on the side when she thought her hair looked perfect and stepped back from the full length mirror. Just before the wedding she had had her hair cut reducing the length, they now ended at the mid of her back instead at the end of it. Her split-ends were gone making her hair look healthier. She had grown to like her new hairstyle. Maybe she had grown to like herself a little bit more too, after the wedding. Her gaze inched up the mirror, the robe didn't even reach her knees, it ended at her mid-thigh. There was way too much of her skin exposed. The deep V of the robe and the bralette revealed her skin too.

She turned towards the sliding door that was parked at one side opening the doorway and peaked towards the room. Aadarsh was away tucking the kids in their bed tonight. Maybe it would take him some more time. He was probably telling, actually quite certainly re-telling, some story by changing the characters to Pari. He thought it was his smart way to outwit her. But their little girl almost always pointed out that she had already heard the story before.

Aadarsh and her, had seamlessly fallen into an understanding about the night time duty. On most days in the start of the week, it was her who put them to bed, but towards the second half of the week, mostly the weekends, it was Aadarsh.

She looked back at the mirror and turned to the side, facing away from the doorway. Her hand flattened against her abdomen and then slightly lifted up her breasts. Maybe a bralette was a bad idea given her size. Maybe she could wear a t-shirt over it or a tank top or a slip.

A shrill whistle made her abruptly turn to the door. Her eyes widened as she spotted her husband standing at the doorway, leaning against the wooden wall of the closet. He looked... impressed.

Ruhaani nervously ran her hand over her hair bringing it to front to cover her chest as much as she could as his eager gaze ran down her frame. "Since when do you whistle?" she asked, trying to bring normalcy back into the sexually charged confine space.

He rolled his lower lip inwards and pressed down his jaw on it, as he leisurely let his gaze feast on the sight before his eyes, absolutely unabashed in his manner. Ruhaani found her breath getting hitched. The man was so effortlessly tempting.

He was not expecting this, not in his wildest dreams. Then again, Ruhaani always surprised him. Somehow the notions he had formed about her in his head, were proved to be wrong. He had no complaints though.

"Well, if you look like that, I will be damned if I don't whistle." He remarked as he slowly ambled towards her. It wasn't the kind of walk a predator does to a prey, it was casual, yet Ruhaani felt nothing if not like a prey eyed by a hunter.

Ruhaani parted her lips trying to breathe normally. Her hands were suddenly cold. Why was she becoming nervous, dammit!

He came to a halt a foot away from her. "Hmm, someone seems nervous." He murmured leaning forward.

"I am ...a not." She uttered, stammering in between, giving it all away.

"Are you sure about that Ruhaani?" He asked taking a small step towards her. His eyes hungrily trying to take in the sight of her throat muscles that moved as she swallowed hard. She had just showered. He could tell by the scent. Every time she took a shower, she smelt slightly different. The fruity scent of her perfume was blended with something he couldn't quite label, but knew it was her bath soap.

Ruhaani squeezed her eyes shut. She regretted this. She should have just let things take their normal course. This was unnecessary. She thought it would set the mood, make her feel confident and bring up the sexy quotient between them.

Only that, it did nothing of that sort.

"Look, Aadarsh, I thought this would... never mind. I will go change." She muttered unable to even explain herself. She felt like a bunch of twisted nerves.

She had barely turned halfway around when he took a step closer to her and wrapped his strong arm around her. He further turned her still more such that she was facing the mirror and he stood close behind her.

Ruhaani stood rooted on spot, her body tensed up. Her eyes remained closed. He was right. She was edgy. Not just nervous, very nervous. The most she had been, before him. This was a disaster.

"Breathe." He whispered over her ears through the forest of her coffee brown stresses. His right arm was still firmly wrapped around her waist keeping her close, while his left hand slowly pulled her hair to her right shoulder, clearing them off her left shoulder.

His eyes were glued to the mirror the entire time. He had intended to watch her face for cues on his she felt but instead drifted down to her cleavage and the black satin garment she wore. He couldn't wait to rip it off and see what lay beneath, and touch, tease, kiss and make love to every part of her.

Slower. He reminded himself. She was nervous. He needed to get rid of that nervousness and get back the spunky side of her back, first.

He pressed his nose against her temple, his lips gently pressed the spot where her cheek and ear met. "Take a deep breath with me," he spoke softly and then took an audible long breath. She did as she was told. Every time he took a breath she took one too, slowly trying to bring their breathing in sync.

One. Two. Three. Then another. Then one more.

About ten breaths later, he whispered in her ears, "Open your eyes, Ruh,"

Ruhaani parted her lips letting out the last breath she had held onto.

Ruh. It sounded heavenly.

She slowly parted her eyelids. Her dark brown chocolaty eyes met his that appeared just as dark as her dress, through the mirror.

"You look gorgeous," he turned his face towards the side of her face and murmured against her skin.

"That's the only word you could find?" she whispered.

Aadarsh pecked her cheek, smiling at his victory. That was exactly what he wanted, his wife in her savage form. He turned to look ahead the mirror again, resting his chin on her left shoulder. This time both his arms circling around her, engulfing her in aback hug. The soft satin of her robe teased the skin of his arm.

Ruhaani first glanced down at his arms, and then drifted her gaze to their reflection. One or two veins stood out in each of his arm, that he had around her. His strong arms held her so protectively.

It felt almost safe to be held like that. It helped reinforce her confidence in herself and in him. Just as her hands slowly rested Don his arms, accepting his embrace, she slowly let her gaze ride up the mirror to his eyes. Those watchful eyes that promised to keep her safe and at the same time promised to have her at his mercy.

"What did you want to hear?" He asked, his voice low.

"I don't know, not gorgeous. Maybe, nice. Isn't that the only one in your vocabulary?" Even her voice was came out gentler. Perhaps their desires were soaking their voices, weighing their sound down.

Aadarsh couldn't hold back the smile, he rested his forehead on her shoulder, hiding his mouth behind her shoulder as he smiled. Someone might find him crazy if he told them he loved this about her— taunting, arguing, teasing.

"Oh, Ruhaani. There's a vocabulary that I keep under leash. If you'll give me permission, I will ..." he turned towards her face, his lips brushing her ear, "unleash it tonight."

Ruhaani gulped. Aadarsh, for once was speaking all the right words. Or at least in the right way. It had her all hot and bothered for him.

She didn't know what his words exactly meant. She hoped it was not something she read in books. No, please. She couldn't stand the thought of him addressing her with offensive terms. "I will most definitely take offense, if they're offensive." She muttered, taking a deep breath.

"Hmm, let's see..." he spoke, raising his face back up, and met her eyes again.

"Delicate."

His right palm slowly glided across her abdomen.

"Alluring."

He added, his other hand moved across her abdomen, such that both his hands were now at her waist, at the sides.

"Appealing" he added, as his hands slowly moved down the sides of her waist to her thighs.

His lips shifted closer to her ears, "sultry", he whispered like it was a dirty little secret, moving his hands to the back of her thighs and all the way up to her rear side sensually.

Ruhaani slightly leaned her upper body forward as his palms pressed against her backside, her one hand pressing against the mirror to support herself. Usually she was very particular about keeping the mirror clean, with no marks. But right now, she didn't give a damn. She would surely melt if he carried on like this.

Aadarsh's left hand quickly glided from her shoulder, along her arm, to her palm that was pressed against the mirror. He placed his palm over hers, fitting his fingers in the grooves between hers.

Ruhaani took a deep breath as she felt something hard press against her backside through a material. There were really no points for guessing what it was. She felt his other hand on her right shoulder.

"Fuckable," he muttered, his free hand quickly shifted her hair to her side. Tugging the loosely wrapped slippery robe down her shoulder, he exposed her skin and kissed the crook of her neck. She tilted her head to the side, welcoming his assault.

Ruhaani couldn't even think. She felt like a melted puddle of ice cream, being licked by him. His tongue against her cold skin felt hot and wet. She had no control over herself as he turned her around abruptly, pushed her against the mirror, stepping forward such their bodies touched. Ruhaani drew out a sharp breath as his lower body pressed against hers very deliberately.

"You drive me so fucking crazy all the damn time," he muttered, his hand reaching out to her tresses as their gazes met sharply. He pushed her hair behind and lowered his lips to her neck, working his way to the back of her right ear.

"Tell me you want this too," he murmured, as his hand grazed the exposed part of her thigh, threatening to move under the flimsy robe and above the material she wore underneath. "I don't want to do anything that you're not ready for yet, Ruhaani. So you better use your damn words." He muttered, struggling to keep his breathing to normal. He had never felt so painfully needy ever before. He would go mad if he didn't fuck her tonight.

"I want it, Aadarsh. I want all of you, every part." She mumbled, her hands reaching to cup his cheeks as he slowly pulled away to stare at her.

He blinked under the weight of her fearless gaze. He saw the love shine through her eyes. Love, that he had deprived himself of, for so long. "Not all parts of me are good, so you better choose your words and parts you need wisely, Ruh." He mumbled, placing his hand on hers that was pressed against her cheek. He was not as perfect as she was, maybe would never be. Maybe he would never be good enough for her, but that didn't stop him from wanting her.

"I will learn to love them anyway." She whispered before pressing her mouth on his, as though sealing a promise.

Love.

Love.

She said Love. She would learn to love all parts of him—the ugly and the nice.

Moments later, as she broke away to breathe, Aadarsh kissed her cheek and proceeded to rest his forehead against hers. Their uneven breaths tried to find a way to be synchronous again.

"Didn't take you to be the kind to be so participating," Aadarsh mumbled, spilling out his thoughts, as his fingers ran over the lapels of her silk-like-soft robe. He was treading on the thin line between tearing it away and letting it stay on a little more longer.

"You don't know all parts of me," she murmured, her gaze watching his fingers move up and down the front lapels of the robe, his knuckles intentionally brushing against her exposed cleavage.

"Hmm, I am guessing, I am going to love this part," he mumbled, his right hand lowering to the tie around the robe. "May I?" He asked his gaze looking at her for permission.

Ruhaani smiled. She low-key loved that about him, the soft voice seeking permission. Although she would probably love more if he just carelessly did whatever it was he wanted with her. She had grown to like that about him—the one always in charge, the one always doing whatever it was he wanted to.

"Do I have to fill a consent form to tell you to..." she spoke after releasing a breath caught in her throat and then paused.

"Say the words," he challenged.

"I am wondering which version of it to say."

"Bring your best out," he coaxed her with a wicked grin.

Ruhaani's lips curled up, she gently let her hands on his cheeks lower to his neck. She grabbed the t-shirt at the shoulders and pulled him close unexpectedly. He exhaled sharply. She slowly turned her face towards his cheek. Her lips inched close to his ears. "Fuck me!"

Like a hungry, desperate lion out of its cage, Aadarsh took charge and latched his mouth to the base of her neck while undoing the knot on the tie. He pulled at the satin tie, freeing it from it's loops around the robe and dropped it to the carpeted floor of the closet. Next, he parted the two sides of her robe and gazed at her chest. "Gosh, did you intend to kill tonight?" He asked his eyes roaming all over her bosom covered in lace.

Ruhaani chuckled, fuelled with confidence on seeing how evidently turned on he was and how impressed he looked. She felt flattered.

He lifted her up in his arms and she quickly wrapped her limbs around him, surprised. Their faces came to the same level.

"You're making it very hard for me," he uttered, carrying her out of the closet to the room. He had intended to take it slow and make it sweet and memorable for her and for himself. He didn't want tonight to be just another night of blindly chasing bodily pleasure. He wanted it to be special and memorable. But may his earlier intentions rest in peace, now he just wanted to show her how desperate, hot and hard she made him. If she wanted the heat, he would give her the whole damn supernova.

"That's exactly what I wanted." She whispered in his ears, with a valiant smile. She had never felt so desirable and extremely assured as he made her feel and loved every bit of it.

He threw her onto the bed like he was laying down a sack of rice. She yelped clearly not expecting the rough landing. He stood watching her, her body clad in just two flimsy garments to be specific.

She had the most sensuous pair of breasts. They looked so damn inviting clad in lace, black lace. His gaze moved down to her tummy and navel that were exposed. Eventually his gaze climbed down to the black satin shorts, one he wanted gone soon. Finally, his gaze traversed along her fair legs. If tanned legs looked gold, this was fucking diamond. They looked pristine, like they never knew the harsh sun.

"Just plan to stand and watch?" she teased, enjoying the lustful expressions that crossed his face, it only fuelled her greed for more. His breaths had become deeper. His gaze shot back at her, making her heart skip a beat at the intensity in those dark eyes.

In one minute, he gazed at her like she was safest with him and in the next, his gaze was promising to destroy her in the most pleasurable way. She wasn't sure if she was to look forward to it or dread it.

"Just marvelling at the amount of preparation you put in for me!" He replied, the fingertips of his either hands slowly touched her feet. Her toe-nails were still painted black like the last night. He slowly let his fingertips traverse a path up her either leg, placing his knees between her legs.

Ruhaani tried not to move her leg under his feather-like teasing touch but it was inevitable. Her heartbeats were suddenly louder and faster. She squeezed her eyes shut as his fingertips moved up her thighs, towards her stomach then closer to her bosom. She let out the breath she had been holding onto, her chest heaving heavily, as his fingertips moved up the swell of her breasts, over her nipples in a jiffy. The touch hardly last two heartbeats.

What a freaking tease!

He stopped at her shoulder. She felt his knees on either side of her hips and then felt him slightly lower his weight onto her thighs, not entirely. She took a deep breath.

She slowly opened her eyes, when she felt him lean forward and his breath fanned her face. He had straddled her lightly.

"Like that?" He asked, the tip of his right forefinger, moving up her neck to her lips. His hungry gaze trailing behind his finger. She parted her lips, a silent and open invitation to her mouth, but his forefinger moved up to her nose, making her sigh.

"I could barely feel it." She complained. The whole point of a touch was for it to be felt.

He smiled at her. "What do you want?"

"Like you don't know." She muttered a tad bit impatiently.

"I want to hear the words. The words you said last night." He mumbled, lowering his lips to hers. He kissed her softly.

"Touch me," she breathed. Somehow she knew it was those words he was talking about. Their gazes met like two flames that made a wildfire.

He slowly brought his hands to her cheeks, caressing them affectionately. He started with her lips this time. His thumb rubbed mercilessly against her lips. It wasn't a feather like touch, it was a wild intentional rub that felt rough. This time, it wasn't just the tip of his fingers, it was his complete palms that not just touched but massaged every bit of her skin, fondling her, retracing their path down her body.

Ruhaani sighed as his firm, calloused hands drifted down to her chest. He fondled her breasts, kneaded them, pinched the nipples and then moved down her abdomen reaching her inner thighs. She felt a throbbing at her core as he drew her thighs apart going all the way around her limbs, eventually back to her feet.

She sat up slowly. More, she decided, she needed more. She wanted more of those touches, preferably without a garment in between. She slowly shifted to the front, towards him. His gaze almost instantly dropped to her bralette clad bosom as it bounced with her abrupt movement. She smiled, "Aren't you a little too overdressed for tonight?"

"Are you trying to say— Strip for me Aadarsh Baby?" He teased right back.

Ruhaani chuckled, getting on her knees moving towards him, as close as she could be. " Is that what you fancy, Mister Sehgal?" she asked slowly ambling towards him on her knees. Her hand reached the hem of his t-shirt, while his gaze dropped to her chest yet again.

Oh what a typical man thing to do!

"May I?" she asked softly.

His lips curled into a soft smile, he slowly raised his hands as though surrendering himself. She steadily lifted the t-shirt all the way up to his shoulders and then he used his hands to get it out through his neck and tossed it behind over his shoulder, carelessly.

Ruhaani couldn't help but marvel at the build of muscles before her. Her fingers touched the firm muscles at his mid section, inching up. Before her fingers could reach up to feel his nipples, he stepped back and got off the bed. Ruhaani watched him transfixed as he got rid of his track pants and stood before her in boxers.

She gulped noticing the slightly bulge in the centre. He joined her back, standing before her on his knees. His fingers caressed the side of her neck before moving to the shoulders to get the robe off her.

They took their the own sweet time, helping the other shed layers. All their actions were intentional. It was like a slow surrender. It was like a sweet invitation to each other to be closer.

He paused, his gaze admiring her. His hand gently held her face, making her tilt up and sideways. He captured her lips in a slow, cosy kiss, while his thumb affectionately stroked her cheek. Ruhaani couldn't hold back her hands from moving all over his chest. The only sounds that filled the room were of their mouths against the others.

"Can't keep your hands to yourself huh?" He spoke with a gruff. She was quite bold with her exploration, be would give her that.

"No, I'd be damned if I kept my hands to myself." She muttered, and just as she spoke he seized her hands and held them captive behind her back.

"Good, but they're a distraction."

"Ugh, Aadarsh. Not fair." She muttered, looking up at him. He disregarded her protest and lowered his mouth towards the side column of her neck. He ran his tongue up from the base of her neck to the back of her ear. Ruhaani breathed heavily as goose bumps erupted on her skin.

She struggled to free her hands as his lips drew a line from the crook of her neck to her shoulder, down to the side of her arm. He tightened his hold on her wrist as he tried to free her hands.

"Leave my hands." She whispered taking her lips teasingly close to his. Just as he was about to kiss her, she turned away.

He sighed, understanding what she was playing at. He let go off her hands, and hurriedly sought her lips again but she denied with a mischievous smile.

"Ruhaani, trust me you don't want to play right now," he muttered, impatiently.

"Get laid," she ordered.

"Exactly my intention for tonight," he said grabbing her face.

"I meant lay down," she whispered, her darkened gaze lowering to his lips. "I have a favour to return."

As much as Aadarsh wanted to lead this his way, he wanted to see what she had on her mind. He slumped on to the bed, watching her with keen eye.

She straddled his right leg and then settled between his parted legs. Her gaze met his. "So, you're just going to repeat what I did?"

"No. I am going to do it better." She challenged him. Aadarsh lips parted, as he took in a deep breath when she laid her lips on his feet. "Ruhaani," he called to her hesitantly. This was hot no doubt. But a woman getting down to do it was uncharacteristic. She paid no heed and set out to leave a trail of kisses over his left leg all the way up and to his thighs. Her actions slowly at his thigh. Aadarsh wondered if it was hesitation or seduction.

He had his answer when she moved dangerously close to the centre but didn't tread past the line of safety. He felt his member harden. He was almost sure her eyes had caught the stir in his boxers but she ignored it and moved directly over to his lower abdomen.

He looked down at her with a scalding gaze as her soft lips left wet trails of kisses around his mid-chest following the line of the fine hair that ran from the V of his groin up to his chest. Her lips slowly moved towards his nipple.

"You have such tiny nipples!" she muttered. "Almost cute."

"If I didn't know any better, I would have said you're drunk," he mumbled, his fingers sliding through her hair. Her eyes shot upwards towards him. She gave him a smile before parting her lips and flicking her tongue over his nipple. Aadarsh watched her mesmerized, aroused to the point of hurting. He needed that mouth down south. As she flickered her tongue once more, circling it around, he wondered how it would feel against the hardening appendage stirring in his boxers.

His grip on her hair tightened at the thought. She looked up at him. Her lips resumed their upward journey. She tilted his chin back and up and ran her tongue along his throat.

Aadarsh couldn't take the slow torture anymore. He pulled her to himself, and capture her lips in a fervent hot kiss. His hands, roved down her back to her backside squeezing them relentlessly.

Ruhaani couldn't help but moan. It was all too much. The dampness between her legs only seemed to grow wetter. Her body involuntarily shifted to have the poking bulge against her groin. Oh that felt good!

Aadarsh parted from her lips as he felt her hips move against his length, greedily. In one quick move, he flipped them over. Ruhaani sighed, missing the pleasure that was building up. "You're a tease!" she mumbled.

"Same to you!" he muttered, his hand moving under her. There must be some clasp somewhere. "How do I get this off?"

Ruhaani impatiently sat up and pulled the side zip down and then pulled the garment over herself. Aadarsh watched on captivated by her mounds that bounced out. He wasted no time and pushed her down climbing over her. He fondled those soft and firm balls.

Ruhaani watched on with a blazing gaze. In a minute, his mouth had joined his hands. She moaned as his onslaught grew ardent. She let out a loud yelp as he bit hard on her nipple.

"Sorry," he mumbled raising his face sheepishly "was that too sharp?" he asked, his knuckles caressing her cheek.

"Animalistic." She answered leaning into his touch. Her legs slowly wrapped around him, just as her hands locked around his neck, pulling him to herself.

Their gazes met, a flash of understanding flowing between them. They couldn't hold back any more. They needed each other, more desperately than ever.

"If we're even, can we move ahead?" she whispered.

Aadarsh smiled, he straightened up and reached for the nightstand drawer he had loaded with condoms. Ruhaani turned to the right watching him. He picked two placing them on the bed beside her.

"And you say I was prepared?"

Aadarsh grinned, placing his hands on either side of her head, hovering over her. "Well, I wasn't kidding when I said I am not letting you sleep tonight," he whispered over her lips.

He trailed the back of his right hand lazily down her body till the satin shorts. His fingers hooked into the lace bandwidth of his satin shorts, as he sat back. "Lift your hips," he ordered and she eagerly compiled.

His hands helped her get out of the only garment on her and then stared down at her enraptured.

Ruhaani bit on her lower lip. His gaze slowly climbed to hers. He slowly began leaning forward when Ruhaani placed her feet on his chest.

"I can't wait anymore. Just get it done."

Aadarsh chuckled, his hand wrapping around the ankle of the foot she had placed on his chest. He bit hard on the toe and she yelped pulling her leg back.

"Such an animal!" She commented.

He hovered over her face while his hand slowly drifted to the warm junction between her legs. "You're one hell of an impatient woman!"

"Yes, desperate..." she whined, arching against his hand as she felt his fingers part her folds.

"Impatient..." she uttered his thumb circled her clit, she clutched onto his bare shoulder.

"Oh Aadarsh!" she whimpered, as his fingers began moving more deliberately. "Please, don't, I won't... last." She breathed whispering, as his skilfully used his fingers to play with the sensitive nub.

"I intend to keep you up the entire night, Ruh. I will empty you and then fill you up again for me."

She stared at him, unblinking. That was a promise. She knew by the way he looked at her.

"You intended to make our first special. I don't think your fingers can do that," she breathed, as she anticipated him to slide his fingers into her.

She didn't care if she sounded desperate for his junk. She needed him inside her, through that channel that milked for him. Not his fingers.

"I will prove you wrong, but first let's give you what you want."

"Yes, please!" she murmured thanking her stars. Aadarsh could be a really tough nut and argue making her want to claw at his face, but his surrender at the moment was all she needed. She watched on as he undressed himself of the last piece of cloth on him and revealed the part of him that had grown into a full shaft for her. He gave her a show as he picked up the foil, tore it open, removed the piece of sheath from it and rolled it over his length.

A wave of nervousness returned, blending with all the anticipation and excitement that had filled Ruhaani. She watched him without batting an eyelid.

He lowered himself to her. His gaze switched between her eyes and the entrance between her legs. He heard a take in a deep breath as he teased her entrance. His eyes locked with hers. He slowly lowered himself over her. His lips landing on her cheek. His hands intertwinining with hers.

"Ruhaani?"

"Yes," she rasped, knowing that was his ask for permission again and he slowly slid into her, parting her folds. She parted her lips at the intrusion, trying to accustom herself to him. His clench on her hand tightened.

Aadarsh let out a grunt. She was tight, closing around him like she would never let him go. It was almost like she was consuming him, drawing him into herself.

Their distracted gazes met again as he slowly pushed further into her. She slowly nodded giving him the cues as to when to move, as she got used to the intrusion. He gently kissed her forehead and held on to her hands, their fingers interlocked. He pressed their interlocked hands up to her either sides. He slid deeper into her slowly and steadily, until she arched her back, letting out a moan of ecstasy, when he had buried himself completely inside her.

Slowly he began setting a rhythm. Sliding forward and backwards. He waited, did nothing fifteenth until all her initial discomfort disappeared and she started responding by moving her hips. He slowly lowered his lips onto hers. It was an open mouthed kiss. She readily participated, kissing him back and adding some tongue into it. They broke apart heaving, their gazes glistened over with a deeper passion for each other. The fire burning them only got hotter.

"Move faster, Aadarsh. I am okay." She reassured him and that was all he needed to let go of the reins of control and let his passion take over.

Ruhaani gasped, sighed and moaned as he unswervingly pumped in and out of her. Her body moved in his rhythm. His hands had left her hands to fondle her, touch her. He guided her legs around himself giving her the cue to wrap her legs around him and she did. He placed both his palms on either side of her, supported his weight on his hands, and stared down at her as his thrusts became relentless.

"Aa..." she could hardly drawl his entire name out as the slight shift in the position triggered all the right nerves, causing a strong wave of pleasure to wash her over. Her toes curled and limbs stuck around him like they were limp.

His hips rocked back and forth as he kept them going, wanting to hear that downright sexy sound again. His hands swept her all over, flickered over her nipples, and fondled her breasts, he did whatever he pleased. Finally, his hand drifted down between their bodies and began playing wit her sensitive nub, adding to the waves of pleasure. All Ruhaani was capable of doing was hold onto him as tightly as she could.

Throughout their intimacy, they kept their gazes locked on each other. His thrusts grew faster and Ruhaani sighed, she was coming undone.

His deep pants and grunts, her moans and sighs, blended making their love song.

"Aadarsh," she rasped, out of breath. She couldn't hold back anymore, she was waiting for him to come to the high point.

"Yes, Ruh, I am with you," he huffed, his skin slightly reddened with all the exertion. He let his face sink into the crook of her neck, his thrusts grew deeper and harder as his teeth nipped at her skin.

Ruhaani held his hand, while raising her hips to meet his hard thrusts. In a flash, they were both falling off the high, as if into abandoned space, together. They were together in every possible way. His body slumped over her and she wrapped her free left arm around him, embracing him. He fingers felt the droplets of sweat over his back.

Days, weeks and months of their pent-up need was quenched in minutes, and still they found it hard to let go off each other. Limbs entangled, breaths mingled, hearts aligned over each other's and their ever running minds paused in a soulful minute of ecstasy.

She felt his heart thump against her chest as he let himself lay over. Their eagerly racing heartbeats slowly found a synchronous rhythm. He kissed the crook of her neck where he rested his face. "You're the most beautiful person I have met." He murmured slowly but surely, his left hand stroking her hair affectionately.

A sheen gazed over Ruhaani's eyes. Words ditched her. She simply caressed his back with her left hand trying to reciprocate that emotion. He was beautiful indeed.

She was too overwhelmed with their intimacy too say anything. How was one supposed to put in words, feelings that ran deeper than Marina Trench? Words would never ever be enough to express how deeply, madly and wholly she loved him.

She slowly freed her other hand from his hook and circled that arm around him too. Hugging had never felt better.

Aadarsh smiled against her skin. He was in so much love with her. Tears appearing in his eyes made him blink. This was what he was missing out on. This was exactly what he wanted to have with her. Passion and lust could be made meaningful with an emotional connection. He had never felt so light hearted, so free, so much of himself after an intercourse. It had always been guilt, shame, emptiness and a scathing loneliness. But tonight, that had changed. He truly felt what was perhaps described as post-coital bliss.

Sex could be this. A deep rooted connection with another person. An unadulterated joy of sharing pleasure with a person you shared your most private life with. A non-judgmental companionship in exploring desires. Just a good time with someone who would be there in dark times too, with someone who would always stay. Above all, a soulful union of two souls.

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