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

"Inapt. I don’t want to go ripping heads that turn to you.” He throatily husked, pining her with his carnal eyes, “I take the words back where I said that I won’t comment on your dressing because this will make me restless. I won’t be able to breathe properly.”

“Don’t say that you’ll wear it despite everything because if that happens, you’ll not leave the room and stay before my eyes, wishing to discover a string of clothes on yourself.” He added, nipping on her jaw. The savageness flourished within them. Patience hung by a thin thread that was slowly ripping and their body was reacting to the electrifying touches they made upon each other.

Every cataclysmic thought left their brains as their hands roved on the uncharted territories; his on the globes of her rear and hers on his abdomen, still willing to venture down. She bubbled in excitement as Yuvraaj gave her rear a sweet clench and employed his eyes to read the details on her face. He dabbed her lower lip between his lips and gave a hard suck, making her wince. He pulled back to peck on her swollen lip and she mewled in pleasure.

“You’re so…savage,” She stuttered on a whisper, closing her eyes and planted her palm on the wooden door as he swirled her around and crowded her with his body. His lips peppered soft, flossy kisses on her neck and she angled head to a side to provide better access.

“Before I turn more savage, open my bag and take out the dress.” He directed, murmuring into her ear and kissed her earlobe without making any efforts to leave her. Anahita fluttered open her eyes and frowned slightly, “Your bag has my dress?”

“Uh-hum, your bag will have my dresses. Not just one, many of them.” he pressed a chaste kiss on her cheek and left her blushing at his brazen attempt of flirting.