The day was a blur of silk, roses, and whispers. Kiara stood at the altar, her long veil brushing her shoulders. The weight of the heavy bridal gown and the ancestral diamonds pressing down on her, yet she felt lighter than air. She hardly saw the people around her. All she could see was Abhimaan.
He stood across from her, strong and steady in his traditional attire, His eyes burned with quiet intensity. and when he took her hand, his touch sent a shiver through her. "Your hand on mine... it's like fire promising to consume me whole," Kiara whispered breathlessly under her breath. His palm was warm and firm, his fingers closing around hers like a vow. It wasn't just a wedding ritual...it was a promise.
It was possessive, demanding, and utterly thrilling.
The priest's voice rose softly over the sacred fire, binding them together with words of blessing. "I now pronounce you husband and wife."
Abhimaan's grip on her hand tightened almost imperceptibly, his dark eyes burning into hers as his lips parted. "My wife." he said quietly, his voice deep and rough. The words were simple, but they carried something powerful- ownership, devotion, and longing. "Those words... they drip down my spine, marking me as yours forever," Kiara murmured to herself, her lips parted slightly. The way he said it made her knees weak. In that moment, the world melted away.
His dark eyes, which had been solemn during the ceremony, now flashed with a dark, triumphant fire, sweeping over her in a silent declaration: You are mine now.
Later that night, after the guests had gone and the laughter had faded, Kiara stood in the luxurious honeymoon suite, the heavy silk of her robe a stark contrast to the sheer lace lingerie beneath. The room was dim, filled only by the soft glow of bedside lamps. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood hung heavy in the air.
Her heart pounded as she heard the soft click of the door behind her.
Abhimaan stood there, having discarded his formal wear for a simple dark shirt that only emphasized the powerful line of his shoulders and chest. His gaze was no longer teasing; it was raw and hungry. The patience he had commanded before was dead.
Neither of them spoke. He crossed the room in three steps, stopping right in front of her. The space between them buzzed with silent energy.
Kiara's heart pounded a savage rhythm against her ribs. She was breathless, terrified, and consumed by a reckless, urgent need. Her hands instinctively lifted, resting on his chest, feeling the hard, steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath the fabric.
"Finally," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "No more waiting."His hand reached up, brushing along the edge of her robe.
His hand slid beneath the silk, the warmth of his skin branding her shoulder. "Feel my heat claiming you already, inch by burning inch," Abhimaan growled softly. With a slow, fluid motion, he tugged the satin belt. The robe fell away, pooling around her feet like discarded shadow.
"Bare for me like this... every curve begs for my tongue's worship," he breathed, eyes darkening. Kiara stood utterly exposed in the delicate lace lingerie. The cool air prickled her skin, but it was Abhimaan's gaze that truly made her shiver. It wasn't gentle admiration; his gaze was fiery and deliberate, as if undressing her with every glance.
His eyes moved slowly over her, from the rise of her chest under the see-through fabric to the gentle curve of her waist and the line of her hips where the lace touched her skin. She felt exposed, every breath and tiny movement betraying her nerves.
Yet, something strong stirred within her... a sudden sense of power. She didn't look away; she saw the desire growing in his eyes, the way his breath caught and his jaw clenched. She did this. Her stillness commanded his complete attention.
"Look at you," Abhimaan breathed, his voice thick and rough. His thumb brushed the sensitive skin just above her lace panties, a feather-light touch that sent jolts straight to her core. "The woman who drove me mad with a single touch, a single glance." His other hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back gently but firmly.
Kiara gasped as his lips crashed onto hers...not tentative, not gentle, but claiming. A deep, hungry kiss that stole her breath and replaced it with fire. His tongue swept past her parted lips, tasting her with a growl of possession that vibrated against her mouth. The hand in her hair tightened, angling her head to deepen the kiss, while his other hand slid lower, beneath the lace edge of her panties.
His thumb traced her slick heat with deliberate, torturous precision, circling just shy of where she needed him most. "So wet for me already... drip for your husband, let me taste your surrender," he rasped against her lips. She arched into his touch, a whimper breaking from her throat as he swallowed the sound with another searing kiss.
Kiara arched against him, a moan trapped against his mouth. "Abhimaan—" His name spilled from her lips in a breathless plea, raw with surrender. He broke the kiss, his gaze molten as it dropped to her swollen mouth.
The sight of her...flushed, trembling, his sent a dark thrill through him. "Say it again," he commanded, voice rough with barely leashed hunger. "Say my name like you mean it." His fingers dipped lower, finding her wet core, circling the sensitive bud. "Like you own it."
"Abhimaan... you're unraveling my soul with every stroke," Kiara gasped desperately. "Ahh ...Abhimaan!" This time it was a cry, sharp and desperate as his touch sent sparks through her veins. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, anchoring herself against the dizzying pleasure. He chuckled, dark and satisfied, the sound vibrating against her skin. "Good girl."
His other hand tightened in her hair, holding her gaze captive. His thumb pressed harder, circling with ruthless precision, and Kiara's knees buckled. A whimper escaped her lips as he caught her weight effortlessly, his arm banding around her waist to keep her flush against him.
"Now watch me." His voice was a dark command, rough with possession. Slowly, deliberately, he hooked his fingers into the thin straps of her lingerie. The delicate lace tore with a sharp rrrrip, falling away uselessly.
"Ripped apart by you... now fuck me raw, make me scream your ownership," Kiara cried out in raw arousal. Kiara cried out again, shock mingling with raw arousal at the sudden exposure, the deliberate destruction. The air hit her bare skin like a brand, and she shuddered...not from cold, but from the way his gaze raked over her, molten and possessive.
He didn't look away. His eyes devoured her nakedness...the flush spreading down her chest, the hard peaks of her nipples, the trembling of her thighs. His fingers returned, slick and demanding, sliding deep inside her. "Clench around my fingers, love...imagine how my cock will ruin you," Abhimaan murmured darkly. "Ahhhhhhh," Kiara threw her head back, a choked sob escaping as he filled her, curling his fingers expertly against that hidden spot.
Her body clenched around him, desperate and greedy, every nerve alight. He watched as pleasure twisted her features, as her lips parted on a silent cry. His thumb circled her clit in slow, relentless strokes, matching the rhythm of his fingers.
"Look at me." Kiara's lashes fluttered, her vision hazy with pleasure, but she obeyed. His command was iron wrapped in velvet—impossible to resist. When her eyes locked with his, the raw hunger there made her whimper. His gaze was dark, possessive, scorching her deeper than any touch.
"See what I do to you?" His voice was a rough caress, each word deliberate, each syllable a brand. He withdrew his fingers slowly, letting her feel every inch as he pulled away, the slick evidence of her arousal glistening between them.
"Every gasp, every shiver... mine." His thumb pressed harder again, rubbing tight circles that made her hips jerk uncontrollably. "Say it."
"I'm yours," Kiara gasped, the words ripped from her. "Ahh...Only yours." Her hands clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. He caught her wrists, pinning them gently but firmly against the wall beside her head. The cool plaster shocked her heated skin.
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Good. Now feel." The moment he released her wrists, his hands slid down to grip her hips... possessive, unyielding... and lifted her effortlessly against him.
Kiara gasped as her back met the wall, her legs wrapping tight around his waist. His hard erection pressed against her wet core through the fabric of his trousers. She whimpered, grinding against him, seeking friction.
"Patience," he growled, though his own breathing was ragged. He carried her to the bed, laying her down on cool silk sheets. She arched into the sensation, the fabric whispering against her overheated skin. He stood back, stripping his shirt swiftly. Moonlight caught the powerful lines of his chest, the hard planes of his abdomen.
Kiara watched, mesmerized, as he unbuckled his belt, the leather sliding free with a soft hiss. His trousers followed, pooling at his feet. He was magnificent...fully erect, thick and straining. Her mouth went dry. Abhimaan's gaze burned as he crawled over her, the mattress dipping beneath his weight.
He knelt between her spread legs, his gaze locking onto hers. "Touch yourself," he ordered, his voice thick. "Yes, circle that ache... show me how desperately you crave my thickness inside," he commanded huskily. "Show me how much you want me." Hesitantly, Kiara obeyed. Her fingers trailed down her stomach, trembling as she reached her slick folds.
"Ahhhh," She circled her clit, a soft moan escaping her lips. His breath hitched as he watched her fingers glide through her slickness, her thighs trembling with each hesitant circle. "Harder," he growled, his own hand fisting the sheets beside her hip.
Kiara whimpered but obeyed, pressing deeper, her back arching off the bed as pleasure sparked sharp and bright. A drop of sweat slid down Abhimaan's temple, his jaw clenched tight...every ounce of control strained as she teased herself, her moans growing louder, more desperate. "Look at me while you do it," he demanded, his voice rough as gravel. Her lashes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto his...dark, hungry, his.
"Ahh...Abhi," She arched, her touch firmer, faster, her cries growing louder, echoing in the quiet room. "Yes," he breathed, leaning down. "Just like that." His lips replaced her fingers, his tongue licking a slow, torturous path through her wetness. "My tongue devouring your sweetness... come undone on it, flood my mouth," he groaned against her. "Ahhhh.... Abhiiiiiiii," Kiara screamed, her hands flying to tangle in his hair as he sucked her clit hard, his tongue flicking relentlessly.
Her back arched violently off the sheets as his mouth worked her with ruthless precision. His tongue lashed her clit in quick, punishing flicks while his lips sealed around her, sucking hard enough to make stars burst behind her eyelids. "Abhi... please... ahhh" she sobbed, her thighs clamping around his head as pleasure coiled mercilessly tight.
"Urgghh," He groaned against her, the vibration wringing a shattered cry from her throat. One broad hand pinned her hip down while the other slid beneath her, fingers digging into the curve of her ass as he devoured her.
Pleasure detonated, white-hot and shattering. "Ahhhh....Abhiiiiiiii," She convulsed, crying out his name over and over as the waves crashed through her. He didn't stop, drinking her in, prolonging the tremors until she collapsed, boneless and gasping. Only then did he lift his head, his lips glistening, his eyes fierce with triumph.
"Now," he murmured, voice thick with barely restrained need, as he stripped away the last barrier between them...his boxers sliding down his thighs, his cock springing free, heavy and flushed. The air between them crackled with anticipation as he positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head nudging against her slick heat. Kiara's breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt him.. so close, yet still denying her. "Now you're ready for me."
He pressed forward slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching her tight opening. "Breathe through the stretch, darling... your tight pussy was made for my invasion," Abhimaan whispered huskily. "Ahhhhhhh," Kiara gasped, a sharp intake of breath at the unfamiliar pressure, the slight burn. Her lashes fluttered up, pupils blown wide with a mix of fear and desperate want. His gaze anchored her...dark, unyielding, the gold flecks in his eyes burning like embers.
"Breathe," he ordered, his thumbs pressing soothing circles into the dip of her hips even as he pushed deeper, the thick ridge of him stretching her unbearably slow. A whimper escaped her throat when he paused, letting her adjust, the muscles of his arms corded with restraint.
Her eyes flew open, wide with instinctive panic. Her inner walls fluttered around him, hot and silken, drawing a ragged groan from his chest. "So tight," he gritted out, sweat beading along his temple as he fought the urge to plunge forward.
"Abhimaan, I don't think I can take this," Her breath hitched as he pushed deeper, the stretch bordering on unbearable. His grip tightened, fingers pressing possessive bruises into her skin as he held her still. "Look at me," Abhimaan commanded, his voice strained but firm, his hands gripping her hips firmly. "Only at me."
He leaned in, voice husky, pushing in deeper. "Shh… darling. If it's too much, just bite my shoulder." She focused on his face...the sharp cut of his jaw clenched tight, the sweat beading along his temple, the dark hunger in his eyes that burned hotter than the sting between her thighs.
He pushed forward another inch, relentless, his thickness carving her open. "Ahhhhh," A small whimper escaped her lips. "Shh...Breathe, Kiara," he soothed, though his own breathing was ragged, his thumb stroking her hipbone gently. "Breathe for me." She sucked in a shaky breath, trying to relax.
He held himself perfectly still, buried halfway, letting her adjust. "You feel..." he groaned, his jaw clenched tight, "...Incredible. So fucking tight." He began to rock his hips minutely, shallow thrusts that eased the stretching sensation. The sharpness gradually faded, replaced by a deep, aching fullness that felt strangely right. She tentatively moved her hips to meet his gentle rhythm. A low growl rumbled from his chest. "That's it," he praised, his voice rough velvet. "Take me."
He surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful thrust. . "Filled to bursting with you... now fuck me harder, breed your claim deep," Kiara moaned wildly. "Ahhhhhhhh," Kiara cried out, not in pain this time, but in startled pleasure... the sheer, overwhelming sensation of being completely filled, claimed.
Her inner muscles clenched instinctively around his hard length. Abhimaan groaned, deep and guttural, his head dropping forward, his shoulders trembling with the effort of holding still. "Fuck," he rasped, the word raw. "You're... perfect."
He lifted his head, his dark eyes blazing into hers, filled with primal possession and awe. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he withdrew almost completely, leaving only the tip inside.
Kiara whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body instinctively clenching, trying to pull him back. He watched her reaction, a dark smile touching his lips.
Then, with deliberate, controlled force, he slammed back into her, hitting a spot deep inside that sent sparks flashing behind her eyelids. "Abhiiii.....ahhhh," She screamed, arching off the bed. "Yes!" he snarled, beginning a relentless rhythm, deep and hard. Each powerful thrust rocked her body, driving her higher. "Ahhhh," Her moans mingled with his ragged breaths and the slick, rhythmic sound of their joining filling the room.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her hips lifting frantically to meet his thrusts. The bed creaked beneath them. He shifted slightly, angling his hips, and his next thrust brushed directly against that specific spot inside her. "Abhii... ahhh," Her entire body tensed, a keening cry tearing from her throat. "There?" he demanded, hitting the spot again, harder.
"That's it, Kiara. Come for me. Come on my cock." His command, the relentless pressure, the sheer overwhelming sensation...it shattered her. Her climax ripped through her, violent and consuming, her body convulsing around him, milking his length as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She sobbed his name, lost in the blinding white heat.
Abhimaan watched her unravel, his thrusts growing harder, faster, losing their precise control. Her climax triggered his own. With a roar that echoed hers, his hips pistoned wildly, slamming into her again and again as he emptied himself deep inside her. His body shuddered violently, every muscle rigid, his release pulsing hotly within her.
He collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his face buried in the curve of her neck, his breath hot and ragged against her damp skin. They lay tangled, slick with sweat, hearts pounding against each other, the only sounds their harsh, slowing breaths filling the charged silence. Gradually, the tremors subsided.
He lifted his head slightly, his gaze finding hers, softened now but still intense. He brushed a damp tendril of hair from her forehead, his thumb tracing her cheekbone. A profound tenderness washed over Kiara, mingling with the lingering aftershocks of pleasure. He shifted his weight slightly, pulling her closer, his arms wrapping possessively around her.
To be continued...
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