Let me Hate you by Anjaani (the reading list .TXT) 📗

Wrong or Right?

No, no, it’s wrong, she thought, and with that, she slightly pushed Amaan and walked away.

She had hardly reached the room when she felt a sudden pull, and her back was pressed against his hard chest while his hands sliding on her stomach. His ragged breathing fuelled her conflicted self. Her conscience was telling her she should stop, her rationality told her, both of them got carried away; however, her heart was telling otherwise. It advised her to succumb to emotions for once; it told her to let herself surrender to Amaan. Soon, her rationality loses. She leaned her neck sideways when she felt his lips on her neck, giving him more access. She closed her eyes, in ecstasy and her breathing soon turned ragged.

Asmaira, it’s wrong, come out of it; her conscience snapped at her, but she was far lost.

Amaan couldn’t control his desire and started kissing her deeply, leaving his marks on her neck. The moment he felt her body, he felt an uproar inside him, and he wanted to claim her. Asmaira could feel her body melting with his kisses while Amaan’s hands were busy undressing her; his lips never left her body as if he was not content. He felt like puller her into him like they were one; instead of two souls.

His movements were gradual, savoring every moment of their intimacy. Slowly he removed her wet saree while not leaving his trail of kisses on her shoulder and neck. Gliding his fingers over her waist, he pulled the string of her skirt, making her shiver with the sudden coldness around her legs.

Asmaira was lost in her trance when Amaan turned her around to make her face him. Pulling her by her waist with one hand while the other was running over her back to unzip her blouse. She heard him say in a low and husky voice, “open your eyes.”

When she opened her eyes, his emerald eyes were looking straight into hers with deep emotions as if searching for something in her eyes. He was momentarily distracted by her shivering lip, and the next second, his lips came crashing over hers. Like a hungry beast, he was feasting over his soft lips, her cling to his shirt,  not able to handle the ferocity of his kiss. After unzipping her blouse, he placed his hand gently over her nape to hold her head while a moan escaped her throat, which made Amaan deepen the kiss.

He gently parted her lips with his tongue while invading her mouth passionately. Asmaira inexperience was turning him on more. The way she was kissing him back made him realize that it was her first kiss, and he was the lucky one to claim her. With that thought alone, he growled with desire; he lifted her in his arms and carried her without breaking the kiss.

He gently laid her on the bed on her back and started unbuttoning his shirt. All the while, he never stopped looking at Asmaira, who was only in her inner-wear. Unable to withstand his penetrating gaze full of lust, she flipped and flip on her stomach. The next moment she felt the dipping of bed, and she was caged between Amaan’s arms. His bare chest touching her back, causing a shiver inside her. The moment she felt his kiss on her back, she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. He could feel her body shudder with each of his kisses beneath him. Unbuckling her bra strap and tearing her panty in a single move, he turned her around.

When she turned to face him, her eyes were still closed, and her hands covering her breasts. Amaan could feel she was shy as well as nervous. Her uneven breathing and her unusual red face were taunting his inner beast to possess her.

“Aashi, open your eyes,” Amaan said, making her snap her eyes. He never called her Aashi.

He leaned closer, and while gazing at her trembling lips, he asked, “Are you scared?”.

If it was any other circumstances, she would have run; however, something stopped Asmaira. As if her mind and body lost their coordination and only Amaan was the controlling power.

She was a timid girl who never let any guy touch her little finger, and here she was, lying beneath Amaan, naked. Hypnotized by his mesmerizing green orb, she could only manage to shake her head without really understanding what was happening with her.

He removed her hands from her breast and pinned them above her head gently with one hand. He again took her soft lips greedily. He sometimes fantasized about her virgin lips when he went into his unusual trance, much to his horror, and now he was fulfilling his fantasy. He invaded his warrior tongue into her mouth while grazing his other hand from her neck to her belly, making her melt like butter.

Her submissiveness was fuelling his dominant side, and he grabbed her breast making her groan. He broke the kiss when he saw her getting breathless. He chuckled inwardly, seeing her inexperience. He began kissing her neck and slowly moved down towards her breast. He gently licked her sensitive nipple, causing an electric shiver to run down her spine, causing her to arch her back. This simple response from her and he became wild.

Asmaira felt Amaan taking over her body with his mouth and left no place where his lips didn’t touch her. She couldn’t understand why she was feeling hot between her thighs and something built up inside her suddenly, and then what Amaan did next made her scream. He was inside her, and when he heard her scream in pain, he stalled.

He gently kissed her tears on her cheek and followed its trail towards her eye. He let her body adjust to him while he was making her relax with his movement. While he was still inside her, he braces his weight on one of his forearms, and he kissed her again on her lips while his one arm raised and gently trailing at her back sensually.

He began to move slowly, and seeing her wince in pain, he said in a hoarse voice, “the pain will go off; relax your body.”

She obliged and started moving along with him.

“Is it still paining?” he asked, and the moment Asmaira shook her head, he increased his pace.

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