Chapter 129 - Butterfrees

*Six hours earlier*

|Innaya|

Well, I never thought I would be so bold towards a man. This would be again me who initiated the kiss. As my lips moved over his, I felt myself blushing from the way I was being brazen, but then again the man was my husband. If not with my husband, then who else I was going to act boldly with?

Yet, despite so much convincing my mind did, my heart could not help but feel the embarrassment. Still, I held on. The emotions swirling in my heart would not let me back away. So, instead of pulling away, I tried to mimic his actions. In matters of physical intimacy, I was a complete novice. I did not lack in theoretical knowledge, but the practical one.

Regarding kissing, all I learned was from Eshan's kisses. Remembering how he would caress my lips with his tongue before prying the closed one with it, I tried to do it. I honestly tried.

I really tried to follow his previous leads, but me being the clumsy me, I ended up smacking my lips against his and biting his lower lip. I tasted a metallic scent of blood in my mouth.

Just when I was about to pull back to apologize to him and annoyed at my incapable self, I found Eshan's hand going around my back and pulling me on my feet from the chair I was sitting upon.

The wooden chair behind me scraped loudly against the marble floor. I did not know what happened to the chair after that because there was nothing but Eshan in my eyes thereafter. With wide eyes, I could only stare at the handsome man before me.

His one hand held back of my head, and with precise expertise, his tongue entered mine. My eyes closed on their own accord as I started losing myself with the warmth of his lips gliding across mine, and his tongue creating havoc over my senses.

The metallic taste of blood was replaced by a sweet taste of peppermint. Was he having peppermint before coming down?

"Mmm..."

Surprised at the sudden sound that escaped through my throat, I started feeling conscious about the reaction my body was having towards my husband's actions.

Eshan did not let me have enough time to ponder over my thoughts as his hand around my back slid lower. Snaking his arm around my waist he pulled my body impossibly close and almost above the ground. I wondered how he managed to put my 5'2" figure on his feet.

To get better access he bent down and stole the darn breathe out of me.

Well, I was lost.

I was utterly, completely and hopelessly lost with the passing second, which felt like an eternity. Not that I complained about it, on the contrary, I did not wish the time to pass away.

My arms that had held onto his shoulders, when he'd pulled me on my feet, were now wrapped around his neck. At some point in the time I had clutched onto his hair, and with every stroke of his tongue, I knew my fingers were becoming taught. He must be hurting, but Eshan seemed so oblivious to everything apart from the intimacy of our mouths.

Those small butterflies in my stomach have long ago turned into butterfrees from Pokémon. Instead of flutters, my stomach felt as if I was on a rollercoaster ride as if a little tornado was building in the pit of my stomach.

When I ran out of breath, Eshan considerately stopped his assault. He did not pull away though. His lips lingered over mine as I panted with short of oxygen.

Compared to my disheveled self, Eshan seemed more in control of the situation. He did not have the extreme breathlessness I was experiencing. He merely breathed deeply instead of me, who had her mouth opened and was gasping for air.

My legs had lost their ability to support me long ago. I almost leaned on Eshan for support. He held me carefully in his arms and gently swayed our body. I rested my forehead against his chest, too shy to face him. I wondered how from being extremely emotional, I went ahead and landed myself in such a breathless situation.

"You need to increase your stamina."

There. When I heard his voice mentioning about increasing my stamina, I nearly stumbled. It was not that I lacked stamina, it was he, who had insane stamina. Then again, I barely did any exercises, perhaps he was right. I needed to start working on my body.

I remained silent, not bothering to reply to him. Who knew what weird response he would have to my reply. I focused on getting my breathing normal.

"Are you angry anymore?" Eshan asked after a silence of a couple of minutes.

I considered his question before answering. I didn't want to be hasty in replying. I searched in my heart for the answer. I then realized I was never angry rather I was hurt. The hurt caused anger. The root issue was hurt because of the things they hid from me, because of the lies they spoke to me.

However, after going through Mom's message and Eshan's explanation, I found it easy to forgive them. That did not mean I was going to accept it every time. No, and I had made it clear to him, and I was going to do it once more.

"No," I responded. "I was hurt, never angry."

"Hmm." Eshan stopped swaying us. His hand on my waist firmly pressed against my side, and I found myself raising my head at his sudden action.

"I promise, I would not hide truth again," Eshan promised as his dark eyes lingered on my face seriously. I nodded my head in satisfaction. I wanted that promise from him. It was good that he was being attentive enough.

"I—"

My sentence was cut short when my stomach growled. I realized that I had not eaten for a very long time. We had our breakfast at nine o'clock in the morning. After that, things kept happening when Arjun arrived. When he left, I did not realize, but around seven hours had passed, and both of us forgot our lunch.

"I'll just prepare our lunch," I told him as I started pulling away.

"No, I'll do it," Eshan denied and wrapped both of his hands around me, caging me in his arms.

"How about both of us do? We'll finish it soon that way," I offered, knowing there was no way he would allow me to do it on my own. My stomach was in urgent need of food as not having anything for so long was causing cramps to appear.

Eshan seemed to be contemplating my words, while in truth I knew he had long agreed to it. However, watching his serious face as if he was taking some important decision, was too satisfying. It looked like I was getting lost again. I should rather focus on feeding my stomach than my eyes.

"Okay," he replied and slowly pulled away from his hands from around me with great reluctance. I smiled at his behavior.

We then moved to the kitchen for sorting some quick dinner as the evening approached.

"How about brinjal curry and roti?" I asked him after taking out brinjals and tomatoes from the refrigerator.

"Fine with me," Eshan replied after he washed his hands.

I started washing the vegetables. Eshan pulled out pan and spatula from the drawers and kept them on the cooktop.

After he was done with it, he came beside me. "Let me chop it," he said taking the knife from the knife stand. "And, first have this apple juice before this." He handed me a glass of apple juice.

I knew there was no point in denying him. So, I silently accepted the glass from his hand. I remembered that I needed wheat flour, and the container was kept at the upper shelf. I needed Eshan's help as it was heavy, and after the intense make out we had just now, I didn't trust my strength anymore.

"Eshan, please help me take the container from the upper shelf," I asked him as I placed the glass on the counter.

"Alright." Eshan walked to the other side of the kitchen where containers were kept.

I also followed him, wanting to help him. However, just when I took a step forward and raised my head, I felt my head spinning. Suddenly everything went blank, and before I could realize what was happening, I lost control over my body.

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