Page 83 of The Secret Bride
“You like being filled by me?”
“Yes! God, yes…”
Her moans were getting louder, less controlled. Her body was tightening around me, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. I could feel my own climax building, a tight coil of pleasure winding at the base of my spine.
“I’m close, Viya,” I warned her, my voice tight. “Come with me. Don’t hold back.”
“I’m… I’m there,” she whimpered. “I’m there, Armaan!”
I couldn’t hold the position any longer. The pleasure was too intense, the need to be even closer overwhelming. With a grunt, I lay back on the pillows, pulling her down with me so she was still atop me, but now lying more fully against my chest. Her breasts pressed flat against me, the sensitive nipples rubbing against my skin as she continued to move.
This new angle was deeper, more intense for her. She cried out, her eyes flying open in surprise at the new wave of sensation. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight against me as she rode me.
Our kisses became frantic, animalistic. We kissed like we were trying to consume each other, our tongues tangling, our breaths shared. Between kisses, I whispered dirty, possessive promises into her ear.
“You’re mine forever now. This is your place. Right here, on me, around me.”
“I’m going to keep you full every night. I’m going to worship this body until you can’t think.”
“No one else ever touches you. No one else ever sees you like this. Only me.”
Each word spurred her on, pushing her closer to the edge. Her moans became continuous, a sweet, high sound of abandon. I felt her inner muscles begin to flutter wildly around me, a sure sign of her impending climax. My own control shattered.
With a final, deep thrust upwards, I pushed her over. She shattered with a cry that was half-sob, half-scream, her body convulsing around me. The feel of her contracting, milking me, triggered my own release. I held her tightly, driving up into her as I came, a hot, rushing flood of release that seemed to merge with hers.
We collapsed together, spent and tangled. She dropped her head onto my neck, her body limp with exhaustion. I was still inside her, our connection unbroken. The aftershocks of pleasure rippled through us both for long minutes.
I reached for a soft blanket from the pile beside the bed and pulled it over us, covering our sweat-slicked bodies. The ocean breeze was cool now. I kissed her forehead, a tender contrast to the fierce passion that had just passed.
She nuzzled into me, her breathing slowing into the rhythm of sleep. “I love you,” she murmured, already half-unconscious.
“I love you too,” I whispered back, my arms tightening around her. “More than anything.”
We drifted off like that, wrapped together under the blanket, under the stars, the sound of the ocean a lullaby for our entwined souls.
Chapter 21
Viya
The two weeks in Japan had been like a dream. What was supposed to be a business training trip had transformed into something else entirely. Our honeymoon. Armaan and I had stolen every moment we could, exploring Tokyo together, sharing meals at tiny restaurants, walking through ancient temples, and spending every night wrapped in each other's arms.
But now we were home, and reality was waiting for us.
Ramesh pulled the car into the driveway, and I felt a mixture of relief and nervousness wash over me. I had missed Dadi terribly. Missed the familiarity of home. We got out of the car and walked toward the front door, our suitcases in hand. Before we even reached it, the door opened and Dadi appeared, her face lit up with joy.
"You are back! Finally! The house has been so quiet without you both."
I rushed forward to hug her, careful not to squeeze too tight. She was still recovering, after all.
"How are you feeling, Dadi? Did you take all your medicines? Were the nurses taking good care of you?"
She laughed and patted my cheek.
"Yes, yes, beta. I am fine. Stop worrying so much. But come inside, come inside. We have a surprise for you."
Armaan and I exchanged curious glances as we followed Dadi into the living room.
And there, standing near the window with his back to us, was a man I had never seen before. He was tall, with silver streaked hair and the same broad shoulders as Armaan. When he turned around, I saw where Armaan got his sharp features and intense eyes.
