Tuesday, May 29, 2012

OS : The Knife's Edge Part 2 (Conclusion)





Arnav saw her lids flutter as her eyes remained closed...

The heat of her skin was seeping through the thin fabric of her Sari, wrapping him in a bewitching cloud of her soft scent and gentle warmth.

Tucking his arm around the small of her back, he pulled her tightly to him and pressed her body against his own until he could feel her every soft curve, her every gentle breath...and her swift gasp as their torsos meshed together...

Khushi stiffened, but his grasp was steady and unyielding...

He ignored her slight tacit protest...

His hand came up and cradled her cheek and his thumb brushed across her bottom lip.

He leaned closer and closer …

Finally, in a moment that held only the sound of one united heartbeat, His lips met hers, firm and gentle...

It was a lover’s kiss.

There was finesse...

Softness in his touch...

Subtle seduction...

His heart had wanted this from the moment he had seen her, and he was not about to let this inconceivable love pass him by any second longer...

In a desire born part of possessiveness and part of urgent need, he squeezed her tight, causing her to gasp...

That accomplished, he thrust his tongue inside her mouth.

He was rewarded with a taste of infinite sweetness, accompanied by an overwhelming longing for more than just that kiss.

His mouth reluctantly eased away from hers...

Khushi felt she would have staggered backwards and fallen to the floor if not for his arms around her...

Her breaths were coming in hard, deep gulps.

She stared at him with a mixture of shock and glassy eyed desire...

Realization dawned, and she began to go bright red...

Satisfied, Arnav treated her to a wolfish grin that promised he’d eat her for breakfast and enjoy every last bite.

He grasped her wrist in a firm grip and pulled her forward so their lips were inches away.

His eyes shone forth with determination and promise...

They continued to dance...

She moved on unsteady legs, and the room wavered before her.

Determined not to do something ridiculous, like faint, she tried to find something, anything, to focus her attention on...

That same moment he leant her back over his arm and dipped he...

All concentration fled.

A warm and welcoming heat radiated from his body...

Bringing her back up slowly, she dance with her husband as though through the stars...

When his fingers moved along her back, she jumped, the feel shockingly intimate.

“It’s all right,” he murmured softly, his breath a promise across her neck.

Khushi closed her eyes, her body trembling in delight, begging for more even as her sensible mind told her to stop this public display.

His hand that held hers, pulled her fingers to his lips and he brushed his lips along them... lingering  longer than necessary.

Just as suddenly as he had stopped, he started again.

She watched his eyes...

As real as a caress, his gaze roamed down the arch of her neck, sending shivers over her skin.

She closed her eyes, resisting the urge to sink into his warm body.

How often had she dreamt of him touching her?

But never like this…no, her dreams had been childish dreams of holding hands and brief kisses.

But now…the inside of her body seemed to have melted and she wouldn’t have been surprised if she fell into a puddle at his feet.

“Khushi...” his voice was husky against her lips...”Don’t be nervous...I won’t bite.”

“He may not...but I just might...” she thought as the heady seduction began to seep into her soul...

She slid her arms up his shoulders, wrapping her hands around his neck and holding tight, afraid he’d let go, afraid he’d leave her.

His male scent swirled in the air— earthy clay, spicy male.

The trials of life fell to the wayside and all she could do was feel.

After the lights had stopped spinning and the music had become a net melody in their hearts, the room that owned their romance was now owned entirely by their presence alone...

All guests had departed...

All family had retired for the night...

Now was their time...

For all the months that he ached to hold her...

For all the hours that she yearned to be in his arms...

Arnav cupped her face in his hands.

He pressed his mouth down, allowing his lips to reacquaint themselves with the softness and shape of hers beneath his.

One smooth brush of his lips morphed into a dozen drugging kisses.

At the insistent glide of his mouth, teasing nips of his teeth, tiny flicks of his tongue, Khushi’s lips parted on a soft sigh.

His tongue slipped inside and her flavor burst in his mouth...

This was a slow seduction...

A promise.

A renewal of intent.

Arnav tilted her head, kicking the kiss from lazy exploration to undeniable hunger.

For her.

Only ever for her.

A wet, wild reunion of dueling tongues, stuttered breaths and the powerful slide into passion they’d either forgotten or had denied themselves.

Heat rushed over their bodies at the perfection blossoming between them...

Khushi ran her fingertips lightly across his chest.

He pulled her tight against him....

When their lips slowly drifted apart, she held onto him and remained cradled in his arms for several minutes, unable and unwilling to break the magnetic link.   

At this moment, nothing else existed in the world but his embrace.

She was married to the man she loved, and nothing would ever keep them apart again.



The passion that was stifled had now broken free...


By Love...


Love sharper than a knife's edge...

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