Chapter 172 - Growing Desires (2)

(*Warning :: Slightly Mature Content*)

|Innaya|

You don't have control over what would happen in life in a matter of even blinking your eyelids. One moment you're worried over something, your heart is in turmoil, and next, you know is that situation has turned upside down. At first, no one is ever ready to accept the unexpected future. People learn to adapt. But, for adapting one needs time. It doesn't happen instantly within a snap of fingers.

The same happened to me.

How could I have expected the man who went to the office before roughly around four hours, would be back so soon. And, on top of that, he would find in such… such… umm, inappropriate state.

'Huh… Inappropriate state? You sure aren't n.a.k.e.d.' My subconscious taunted. I had no words to refute. Every single word of justification would result in a counterattack. Why should I engage in battle with myself? That would be too foolish of me.

The main problem that remained was the eyes of my husband that was slowly moving all over me. It started with my face as they slowly trailed downwards. My feet were frozen along with my body.

My brain's activity of reacting was paused as if triggered by something. It was as if I knew whatever was coming wouldn't be too good for my fragile heart, yet I could not make any move to avoid it.

I truly was in a difficult spot with my body not reacting following the situation. My first reaction was to feel relieved.

He had not answered my calls and that had left me in a puddle of worries. Now, seeing him before my eyes were like a wave of cold water in a burning summer- refreshing.

With one step at a time, Eshan's tall figure approached me. His eyes were a bit darker than usual. The warning bells rang dangerously in my head, yet I could only helplessly watch the man slowly getting close.

I did not get a chance to think anything further when in two long steps Eshan stood extremely close to me. Either the temperature in the room dropped or I was being too nervous, but my body shivered, and those exposed parts felt the most of chill.

For a while, our eyes were locked without anything being said. My hand on the doorknob I was still holding tightened up. I should be rushing back inside the bathroom, away from the eyes of my husband which looked quite intimidating, and intimate.

"Damn it."

I heard his gritted hiss before I was being pulled and then pushed against the wall beside the door of the bathroom. My limp, numb body was handled and molded so effortlessly in his hands that I wondered where was my consciousness now.

He did not stop at that. I felt my back touching the wall and before I could voice out anything, his lips were descending down on mine. His hands pinned down my above my head. The difference between his kiss from all we have shared overtime was pretty apparent.

His aggressive, relentless assault on my poor lips did not leave me with a chance of breathing. The suddenness of the situation was finally dawning on me. When he pushed his body further into me, his cloth clad legs brushed against my bare one. At the same time, his left hand loosened his hold on my wrist.

I was just about to bring my left hand down, to push him away. The awareness of the lack of my cloth was bringing a wave of embarrassment. What if the knot of the towel were to loosen up because of all the frantic actions? I wasn't wearing anything underneath. I needed to get back inside the bathroom. Panic started building in my chest.

However, as if Eshan knew what I wanted to do because the hand which was getting down suddenly went back and taking hold of my free hand he brought it to his other one. Holding my wrists in his right hand, he brought his hand down to hold my n.a.k.e.d shoulder.

I shivered when his warm fingers came in contact with my skin. I had just taken a shower, so my skin was already warm, yet I could perceive the difference in our body temperature. All this while, his lips were busy exploring and imploring.

He did not wish to stop. As if he was searching for his most prized possession which was lost. Our kisses had seen a vast degree of changes in emotions. From innocent caresses to the mature, confident probing. From hesitant touch to the desperate needs.

From love to relief. From contentment to the excitement. From the fear of losing to the ecstasy of coming together. I could go on and on for describing them, but this one was different.

It felt much more intimate than whatever we had shared all this while. Previously my mind had stopped working because of the shock I received on finding him in the bedroom. This time it was because of the emotions growing in my heart with the way Eshan was putting his all in the kiss which was turning more and more insistent. As if he wanted our mouths to merge.

The fingers on my shoulders were exerting some pressure. I shivered under his gaze when accidentally my eyes met with his. They were dark. I did not dare to bear those emotions of desire swirling in them.

Was I ready for facing it?

Could I let go of all my reservations, and be one with him in all the aspects, without any more barriers in between us?

I had no time to think about anything else when my vision turned blurry. I had no recollection of how long we have been kissing. All my mind could think was nothing. It went completely blank.

The fingers moved to my collarbones, tingles erupted in my body.

However, I suddenly froze when I felt the knot of the towel coming undone. My heart leaped to my throat. Just this one moment of alarm was enough to remind me that I wasn't ready for that step. My body went stiff as the wave of mortification of what would happen hit me in a full force.

I closed my eyes, refusing to accept the next happenings.

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