Desire 4

Hey Girls,
I'm upset

I know guys that this is the start and you're confused about the story
but...I don't know why when I invited 40 persons couldn't find them all commenting???
Again, I'm disapointed!

and I just don't want to this story to be read by silent readers who are rude enough to comment on blog that they want the link to this blog while they never comment before on any of my work...
it's just...
excuse me but...WHO ARE YOU?

I want to this story and this blog to be special but...
seems like I'm goanna stop this just like I stopped Love, sex and the city...
that moment, Please, don't blame me!...I will do it if it's necessary...I will stop all if I this day come when I couldn't feel any interest!
me, personally, if a work touch my heart will comment would it be in blog or in IF or in anything because I know what a writer needs...
Huuhhh
I said it all and now I'm ready to give you the update...
please excuse me if am rude
am I so much demanding?
don't know!

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Desire 4:

 “Love is often gentle, desire always a rage.”

Both know that it was too late to pull back…

It was too late to walk back…

Her scent dominated him…heart and mind…

He pinned her against the wall possessively…

All was calm around them…a pretty silent night…only their breathing...and the murmur of the breeze…

He holds her hand…their fingers crossed…like puzzles…completed…that was she felt the moment…he holds her hand while he paused his lips on her shoulder lightly…memorizing every single moment…his warm hot breath is burning her delicate skin…and she’s out of breath…she couldn’t neglect the fact that he’s the only man able to trouble all her senses…to put her emotions upset down and mess with her whole being…

How she wanted to plunge her fingers on his thick hair?

How she wanted to caress all over it?

And now…she has it all…her hand is caressing it like it was her usual daily habitude…

He looks up to her…

Not that he felt it strange that she’s caressing him that way…but…the softness of her touch like paralyzed him…

He remembered the way his own mum touched his hair that way when he’s feeling sick, upset, guilty…

with extra softness…khushi recreate that same touch…maternal touch…soft touch…

A moment of just gazing at each other lasts for like an eternity…

Their hands still on each other  like no one is ready to let off the other…while khushi’s other hand was still in his hair…not caressing but just there…

He’s tired, not physically but mentally…

He so wanted to just lay down…pause his head on her lap…close his eyes…let her fingers play on his hair till morning without speaking…without doing anything…

But he’s tired…

His desire for her is an ache…and he should treat it that moment…

His stomach is paining from that eagerness he’s feeling towards her…that need to touch every parcel of her being…

Some ache...

The desire made him blink…

He pulls her to him possessively…she gasped looking at him with questioning eyes…

The secret was: they could communicate with only their eyes…

No words needed!

He carried her…

She keeps looking straight in his eyes without any sign of dislike…but some fear…

The fear of the desire consuming her…

The toxicity of his proximity…

When he paused her in the bed…

She felt like a new bride but she’s not really shy…she’s more confused about the war which will take place, this moment, right there, in that bed…

She lost already her saree in their kissing session…but she doesn’t try once to hide her bare stomach…

Before him, she felt all naked with or without the saree…

He looks at her with a serious expression…he holds her hand and starts taking off her bangles…one after one…looking at how soft her hands are…how fine her fingers are…how beautiful was her polish nails…how perfect she’s in her simplicity…complicated simplicity…

She doesn’t know why that gesture affected her…the way he’s taking off all her bangles…and then come on the top of her…

Being careful that his all weight isn’t fully on her delicate body…he just leaned to kiss-burn her cheek with his warm lips…

Another peck on her other cheek comes slowly like a caress…

She tried to talk but his index touched her lips, pressed them…he was insisting to touch her lips that way, pressing them under his fingers…sensually…he parted them with his fingertip…looking at her eyes…next second, he leaned to kiss them possessively…

She moaned feeling him not only kissing her but sucking, beating, nibbling…beating them…he was like she imagined…Possessive, strong, unique…

A part inside her was surrounding to all this…

A part was guilty that all this has no name…

It’s not love…not a strong relationship…not friendship…in the contrary…all those five years all what they did is to make their cold war…he was always making her remember who she is and she was always challenging him, proving she’s not the one he thought she is…

She thought that she has her Master degree in the Journalism, just to challenge him as she’s able to do it all…to success at all!

She’s thinking that whatever she does in those five years are related to him somehow…she wanted to prove his opinion on her was wrong!

He’s her obsession! It becomes her mission…

And in this moment, this night…she couldn’t explain her behavior and seems like it’s the same for him…

He’s troubled too…she could feel…he’s breathing heavily…he’s losing it!

Arnav singh Raizada would never do that!

Being so close from someone…

That much close…

His both hands are now undoing her blouse from behind…

she wanted to talk…to deny but she lost her voice already…

she just admired that handsome man undressing, like it was in one of her dreams…
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he wanted her to stop him…but she doesn’t!

not that he will stop if she will stop him…but at least then, he will try to control himself over her…

if she would protest, he would force her any way…

he’s not the kind of man unable to take his right!

Wait!

It’s not your right to make Love to Her!
no!

It’s just sex! Just sex!

Your hands are trembling just by the idea that next second you will cover her breasts instead of this black bra…and you still think it’s SEX???

Many girls were in your arms before and you weren’t able to feel anyone!

You didn’t wait for anyone for five years…

Die to touch her…

Breath to obtain this moment!

Live for this second…the second you will HAVE HER!

It takes long days…

That decision to kidnap her from the whole world…

Travel with her to this empty place!

To have her for you only!

To have her in your arms!

Yours…

No Woman succeeded to make him feel this way: blind possessiveness…strong passion…his desire for her…something he couldn’t describe…but could feel every second in his life!

She gasped the moment she felt his arousal against her thigh…

She looks up to him…like to be sure what she just felt is real…

And he’s really on the top of her…

ASR!

Why she couldn’t push him away and kill him!

Isn’t it that a form of forcing? Of violation?

Why she’s feeling only satisfaction?

Well when Him is just admiring your breasts that way…you should be satisfied Miss Gupta…

She felt beautiful in his eyes…

He’s like that all the time…

Harsh words

Expressive eyes

Dear God!

His eyes…

His eyes!

His I-want-to-Fuck-you gaze!

Direct!

Bare!

Severe!

Shameless!

Seductive!

She couldn't resist!

Proof…she’s under Him, now, in her two pieces underwears…not able to hide anything…as they are made made from transparent black lace…
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he thought…from when she’s starting to wear those kind of lingerie?

And for whom?

And why?

And…

There is someone else in her life?

Why is it so sexy?

No one would see this? Why this taking care of this?

Arnav singh Raizada…she’s a girl…what she’s supposed to wear?

Something not as sexy as those pieces made to brought any man on his knees before her…

He knows her able to win anyone heart, mind and soul…

But he believes that he’s not ANYONE but he’s The ONE!

He believes she’s Untouchable and he will be the first to make this body sweat and beg for more…

The back of his fingertips travelled from her neck…slowly and softly…to reach her belly…he caressed her belly…his eyes now concentrating on only the way she’s breathing heavily and the way her little soft tummy is following that breath rhythm…that was cute but so damn hot…

What that skin would taste?

Taste heaven no doubt…

His lips gave an open mouth kiss to her belly button and the reaction was phenomenal…

Her whole body arched up trembling…

-aahh…

She screamed out…

He so liked that sound she’s making…he made a vow that no one would lose his mind tonight…

Lose it for real!

   


Note: why I stopped here?
it was kinda of punishement... :p

now, bye