Page 155 of Mrs. Rathore

“Aryan… oh God… I’ve never done that before.”

“That’s exactly why I want to do every dirty thing with you, Avni.”

Her horrified expression made me laugh gently as I kissed her temple.

“You’re just perfect.”

“Can you… just… um…”

She licked her lower lip, her eyes wide, pleading. “I can’t hold back anymore. Please… take me.”

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the words slipped out, but they only made my desire surge.

“Take off your clothes,” I ordered, my voice rough.

She obeyed instantly, pulling off her clothes one by one. My eyes devoured her as she unclasped her bra, baring those perfect breasts to me. I leaned down, taking one hard nipple into my mouth, sucking it slowly, deliberately.

“They’re perfect,” I murmured, my voice vibrating against her skin.

Avni curled her legs around my hips, guiding me toward her warmth. I entered her slowly; she gasped as her brows pinched in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“That’s amazing!” I groaned as I buried myself deep inside her.

I should’ve waited, taken it slower, but she felt too damn good. Her tightness gripped me, her heat pulling me in deeper. My jaw clenched as I filled her completely.

“Oh…” she breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her nails raking down my back.

I stilled for a moment, letting her adjust, then pulled out slowly before thrusting back in. Her head hit the headboard with a quiet thud as I picked up the pace, my rhythm deep and steady.

Each thrust made her cry out, louder, more desperate. Thank God no one was home because the sounds she made would leave no doubt about how hard I was making my wife fall apart beneath me.

Time blurred.

Afterward, she lay snuggled against me like a kitten, her breath soft and warm against my chest. One of my arms was wrapped around her, the other trailing lazy circles along her bare back.

“I love you,” she whispered, pinching my nose playfully. “You’ve got such a pretty nose.”

“Pretty nose?” I laughed.

“I want our baby to have your nose.”

“You’ve got a nice one too,” I replied, giving her a gentle squeeze on the butt. “And an even nicer ass.”

“You’re shameless!” she squeaked, half-laughing.

“Shameless? After the way you screamed my name all night?” I teased.

I placed my hand on her swollen belly and kissed it tenderly.

“You’ve turned me into a damn animal, Avni. I wasn’t even thinking about touching you when I came here, not when you’re seven months pregnant. But then…” I kissed her lips, slow and sweet. “Your doctor didn’t ask you not to engage in sexual activity this time?”

“Nope,” she said with a proud little smirk. “I’ve been horny and wild this entire pregnancy.”

Her hands slid down my chest, lingering on my abs. “And don’t blame me when you look this good shirtless.”

“I promise I’ll never hurt you, Ballerina,” I whispered.

“What if I hurt you, Mr. Soldier?”