Page 157 of No Boss
She gasped. “Hukum.”
The word ran through him, primal and possessive.
“Say it again.” His voice had roughened, darker now.
“Hukum.” Softer now. Only his.
His mouth moved to her neck, hand mapping the swell of her breast. “On our wedding night…” Each word carried a promise. “I will show you everything. Every inch of what you can feel.”
His other hand slid lower, slipping under the edge of her salwar, finding her heat. Her breath hitched, sharp and sudden.
“Oh…” Her face turned into his shoulder. “Please…”
His fingers found a rhythm, measured, deliberate, drawing shudder after shudder from her.
His mouth moved close to her ear, voice rough, barely controlled. “I will taste every inch of you, Meera. Mark every part of you. Make you forget everything except my name.”
Her chest rose and fell unevenly, breath catching, slipping. Each inhale came shorter than the last, as if the air itself had grown too thin. Her fingers tightened against him, holding him without thought.
He watched her face as he took her apart slowly, deliberately, knowing exactly where to touch, how far to push.
When it finally broke through her, it did so all at once.
Her body went taut, then shuddered against him. He pulled her close, his mouth covering hers, swallowing the sound as it tore free.
Waves of aftershock followed, softer yet relentless.
His arm stayed firm around her, anchoring her, keeping her close as her breath struggled to return to normal.
“Mine,” he murmured against her skin, again and again.
It wasn’t a claim he shouted to the world, it was so quiet and deep, it settled into her, again and again. Until it felt less like a word and more like a truth.
Afterward, she remained curled into him, face hidden in his chest, fingers twisting his shirt. Not clinging now. Just holding.
Her breathing refused to settle.
She was very, very aware. Of everything. His hands. Where they had been. How easily her body had answered him.
Her eyes remained shut. Because facing him felt impossible.
He noticed.
His hand moved along her back, slow, grounding, which only made her want to hide more.
“Look at me.”
She shook her head at once. “No.”
The word came out muffled against his shirt, weak with embarrassment.
He bit back a laugh. “Meera.”
She pressed deeper into him. “I said no.”
His fingers slid into her hair, smoothing through it before tracing down her spine.
“You were not saying no a few minutes ago.”
