Five Weeks by Shruti Omar (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

Reluctant, he pulled back, knowing that she would throw a fit if she got up and found him breathing her in, sucking her lip. But, her taste was ambrosial. He didn’t want to stop just yet. He bent, swallowing and captured her lips with his and gave a hard suck. Expectantly, she squirmed and he retreated to exalt her beauty. His mind warned him to stop but his heart wanted to rebel and venture out the possibility to wake her up and coax her into sharing his passion. The thought was really troublesome to put into action.

The doorbell rang and he thanked the supreme lord for intervention. He was getting out of his control and he needed to wash off the evidences in cold water. He glided out of the bed and opened the door. Their order was ready. He asked the bellboy to place the order on the table and emptied some cash from his wallet before putting a do-not-disturb sign on the door.

“Anahita, get up! You need to eat something.” He lovingly made her sit and she whined, struggling to fall back. He repeated twice and lastly with a final warning, she sat up, pouting.

“Drink this now or I will make sure that you don't get any sleep tonight.” He threatened her much to her annoyance. Glaring him, she throated down the soup in a go. She didn’t have energy to fight so when he handed her the noodles, she gobbled them down quietly and wiped off her lips, “Happy?”

“Very much!” he waved a hand at her and commanded, “Now, remove your shoes and change your clothes.”

“Shut up!” she grimaced and he glowered at her. Whining, she removed her shoes and threw them. She changed her dress, murmuring curses under her breath and slipped under the comforter. Yuvraaj grinned at her antics and fell beside her, switching off the lamps.

In the midnight, the shrill tone of her phone broke Yuvraaj’s sleep. Annoyed much, he groped for Anahita and shook her, “Hey, your phone is ringing. Pick it up.”

Anahita tossed in her sleep and shielded her head in his chest, forcefully wrapping his arms around her to slacken the annoying buzzer. She snuggled closer to him and rubbed her nose in his chest, “Turn off the alarm, please mom.” She blabbered in her sleep.

Yuvraaj came on top of her to reach for the bedside table where her phone was kept. Without checking the caller ID, he switched the phone off and sprawled over her, tugging her head more in him and wrapped his hands around her frame. This time neither did she hold herself back from kissing his neck and nor did he curb his urge to kiss her forehead and squeeze her closer.