Page 47 of ARIDHI: His Never-Ending Desire

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Something moved between my legs as I mumbled a whine. It thickened, making my mouth slip a moan.

At first, my mind went foggy with sleep but I felt a shadow looming over me, large and muscular.

I remember I closed the door properly then why — He pulled my legs apart with a strong hand and I shrieked.

Terror courses through me and my heart begin to shudder with frightening intensity.

I screamed, my defence mechanism taking every control, but the only sound that comes out is a muffled noise as a palm came on my lips.

His fingers worked on my bare legs up to mid-thighs.

Then he removed my shorts, earning a kick from me.

He dodged it effortlessly by slapping my legs and forcing me to remain in place.

His finger traced my folds over the panties and I closed my eyes with anticipation.

"Mmm. Were you fantasizing about how I will punish you once I figured out the stunt you pulled, Baby?"

The familiar deep voice and his brute strength on my thighs made me roll my eyes with something I can't put a name on.

God, I can’t believe I’m getting turned on by being ambushed.

By Ruvit.

My fiance Ruvit.

My sweet, respectful Ruvit.

My soon to be husband Ruvit.

With whom I decided to distance myself.

To whom I didn't tell about my whereabouts.

Who will do anything to win my heart back.

With the lack of light, his face is a huge shadow that’s able to devour me in mere seconds.

The lethal god-like features and contours of his face came directly in my peripheral vision.

"You're messing up my fingers like a good girl and still dared to leave me behind all alone?"

His voice darkened and then only it hit me like a fucking oscillation clock.

His fingers were already diving into my pussy and my hips were continuously grinding against them, as if not getting enough.

"Maybe you shouldn't lie about being able to live away from me when you are literally soaking wet for me, mhm?" He murmured.

"I will make sure you won’t have the chance to lie ever again once my cock will fuck this sweet little cunt of yours like a madman."

Oh fuck, what's with this dirty talk and the way it sounds so deep, sexy, hot and rough.

A dream shouldn't sound so real.

I pursed my lips together to suppress the moans and screams forming in my throat.

"Moan all you want, Jaan. I'm not going to hold back." He came closer, his intoxicating scent taking control over me.

His fingers take up an animalistic speed. And I moan louder and louder.

"You like being forced to an orgasm, huh?" He plunged deeper inside me with three fingers and I came uncontrollably.

"Mmm. You’re coming against my fingers again. I like it when you’re horny for me." His voice lowers, "But only for me."

A wave of heavy pleasure vibrated in each cell of my body.

"No one will see this erotic version of you and do the same I do to you. Are we clear, Ardhangini?" My head moved in a nod frantically at his authoritative tone.

I realized it long ago that I am sliding up and down against his fingers, reaching for more friction.

My lashes sealed my eyes shut and I breathe heavily, internally chanting.

It's only a dream. What will Ruvit do here?

The last feeling of pleasure and a heavy orgasm came to an edge as he withdrew his fingers, and I startled awake.

My whole senses came back to life and I blinked at him.

He was grinning widely and staring at my lower body with deranged lust.

"Looking at your frustration, I presume you have a somnophilia kink. No?"

The lumph forming in my throat was all down now, cold air hitting me again.

I wanted to shake my head but it still feels surreal.

No, No. I'm absolutely dreaming. But then again, I can't mistake his face and his body scent. And that rough voice.

The frustration of leaving me on an edge seeped in my veins and I glared up at him.

How the fuck did he manage to come here? How did he figure out my plans? How dare he invade my privacy?

"I suggest you to cover your little pussy as soon as possible before I take your ability to walk tomorrow."

His voice rumbled in the room and his fingers, glistening with my arousal, went inside his mouth.

Swirling his tongue around his fingers, he licked his lips, making my throat go dry.

"You devil—" My hand reached to hold a pillow as I threw it at him, he chuckled while catching it in his veiny hands.

I threw a blanket over my bare lower body as I sat straight on the bed, sexual frustration still tight in my bones.

"How did you find me?" I asked.

He bend over, his hot breath spreading across my ear and neck.

"What are you so frustrated about? I didn't give you a chance to orgasm, that's wae?" His rough voice lolled out smoothly from his lips.

I snorted, not in the mood to give him an actual reply.

And then I saw him settling at the foot of the bed.

He removed the blanket, making me stiff in the coldness.

"You know what Baby, let's act on stealing your ability to walk." He grabbed my ankles, sliding me in his direction.

A low whine slipped from my lips as the pads of his fingers dug gently in the flesh of my legs, pushing them open.

A gasp left my mouth when he started licking my inner thigh, my back arching.

His tongue feasted on the taste of my arousal, his eyes shining with a raging sense of possessiveness.

"You didn't tell me about the invitation from business event. You didn't inform me that you were leaving for Jaipur." His voice hardened.

And I'm the reason behind it, obviously.

He glided to the opening of my cunt and my moans echoed in the air.

"I… I… wanted to tell you." I managed to speak despite my whimpers.

His eyes darkened and even though they are enough black, I could feel the shift in his iris and pupil.

"You don't have any idea how crazy I became. I messaged you, called you, dozens of times." He said, as if he didn't hear my previous sentence.

Did he? My phone was unfortunately switched off.

I didn't say anything though, he doesn't seems like he will listen anything right now.

"I thought you were sleeping peacefully at Singhania's mansion but my gut feeling went in wrong direction as your phone was switched off. And you never do that, by the way, under normal circumstances. Plus, you know I can't sleep without making sure you are safe."

His torture on my thighs with all the touching and flirting earned a groan from me.

His words left a deep feeling inside me. And I regret for not informing him. But I needed to do that whatsoever.

"I was all worried about you, and you were here sleeping peacefully." He stretched on the last word and flared his nostrils.

His grip on my thigh tightened and he shoved his tongue all the way to my vagina.

The small of my fingers threaded in his hair at his calloused touch.

I was a mess by now, my hair spreading everywhere beneath my head, my cheeks turning bright red, my mouth hung open in order to moan and scream.

He lifted his head and his eyes met mine.

My chest rose and fell in an increased rhythm under his scrutiny.

He started teasing my folds with his free fingers while tongue fucking me.

I arched my back more as I felt my temperature rising.

A sudden zap of pleasure shot in my bones and I realised I'm close.

He thrusted his tongue inside my opening harder and I jerked in his hold and whimpered.

He rammed in and out of my opening, as if eating me out.

I shuddered as I felt the wave subsiding, staring at his movements with half-open eyes.

"Oh, my God." I breathed out.

"That’s right, your god. Show me how you devote yourself to him."

He licked his lips, darting his tongue out to catch every drip of my arousal.

"I could feast on you for fucking eternity."

A moan slipped free from my lips after the breath-taking orgasm.

His knee came between my thighs as he appeared above me.

He gripped his shirt and pull it out, buttons flying everywhere on the floor.

I swear this man either loves doing that little show or has millions of money or both, not that I'm complaining.

But wtf? I wasn't supposed to give in this early.

His large presence enveloped all the air above me and pinned me down on bed.

He bent his head towards my throat to bite down there. Hard. Very Hard.

I wonder he was about to draw blood.

My palms planted on his chest and it was when a wave of realisation hit me that his temperature was not normal.

He frowned as I lifted my hand upto his forehead. He is burning.

"What are you doing, Ardhangini?" He leaned into my touch as if he wants me to keep touching him.

But that can't happen right now.

"Ruvit! You have a fever." His frown deepened at my statement.

"You are overthinking it." He replied but I decided to be reluctant.

"No, I'm pretty sure." I explored my hand on his cheeks and neck to make sure once again.

I pushed him but his body is too muscular to move.

"Ruvit." My unusual warning-like voice echoed in the room.

He bent down so that his cheeks were pressed against my collarbone as he snuggled into my neck.

I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and softly made him lay beside me.

His movements were light as compared to earlier intensity. The colour of his eyes has drained to an edge of being weak.

And that's obviously a consequence of his rising fever.

I pulled up my shorts and went straight for cold water and a comfortable cotton cloth.

While I gave a call to the receptionist for medicines, I kept the cloth, which was dipped in cold water, on his forehead.

"Sure enough you didn't eat anything." I concluded, and yes, it had happened a few times back then too.

Despite the sudden change in weather, Ruvit gets a headache when he doesn't take his meals on time and eventually develops a fever.

It was an assumption that he might have skipped his meals if he was worried and looking for me.

"That's where you are wrong baby, I did plan to eat you out." His low voice vibrated directly through my skin.

The heat crept onto my cheeks, and I know I'm all red by now.

"Shut up." I tried to be stern but failed miserably when it went out like a shy girl comment.

"Okay." His lips pursed together and he slightly closed his eyes.

I checked his temper with a thermometer and thankfully it wasn't that high.

The attached kitchen is not big but enough to comprise a stove, mini fridge and other basic equipments.

The fridge is filled with enough resources to make a soup or porridge. So, I decided on the latter.

?

"Ruv!" I shook him, earning a frown from him. I did it again with a soft tone, "First eat something and take medicines."

His eyes met mine in the dim lit room. The eyelashes slowly shadowed over his cheeks with a hint of weakness.

I helped him to sit, his back resting against the pillows.

I took a seat infront of him, with the bowl of porridge in my hand.

"I'm not that sick." He rumbled, pointing at the bowl.

"Oh c'mon." I scrunched my nose, "Nakhre mat kro ab."

(Don't throw tantrums now.)

Taking a spoonful of porridge from the bowl, I forwarded the spoon towards Ruvit's mouth.

It is not that hot, just normal. I made it according to his preference after all.

"Kyu? Nakhre sirf tum kr skti ho?" His fingers stroked my thighs, which were just a few inches away from his own.

(Wae? Only you can throw tantrums?)

Goosebumps erupted all over my thighs as I shoved the idea back to my head.

I fake coughed, "Just eat, you are not supposed to speak while you are not well."

After making at least ten different weird expressions on his face like any child, he finally eat the porridge.

"Wae?" His jaw clenched.

"Wae what?" I checked his temperature with the back of my hand on his cheek, and it seems much normal now.

"Wae are you taking care of me?"

"Because you are my fu—" I paused, realising what I was about to say.

Future Husband, the word lingered on my tongue like a lullaby.

Our eyes met and something shone in his eyes before a wolfish grin lifted up on his lips.

"—fucking headache!" I rolled my eyes, "You are a headache."

"At least I'm yours in some way." He passed me one of his genuine and charming smiles.

"You are not." I gritted the words, their aftermath leaving a bad taste on my tongue.

I was about to stand up from the bed to avoid any further questionnaire but I was stopped by a large hand around my wrist.

He pulled me down again, more closer than before.

My knees straddled against his thighs as I gripped on his shoulder.

Basically I'm an inch away from sitting exactly on his lap.

The fact that he is still so in strength will be an understatement.

His eyes captured mine and I felt like stripping naked under their intensity.

"As much as I enjoy your little rebellious side by pushing me away, I also enjoy the proven point that," His hand went to hold my throat, my pulse point beating loudly under his fingers.

"You wear fucking ring carved with my name's initial on it. You are already connected with me with no way out. Your body, your soul and the complete you are mine to worship. You are mine just as I'm yours. If I'm giving you time to process that unexpected event, it doesn't mean I let you go. Take your time and don't you dare remove me from your life."

How am I supposed to take my time if he continues to follow me everywhere?

My all senses are filled with him, his huge presence, his ethereal beauty, his intoxicating damn manly scent.

At this rate, he will make me regret everything I'm doing to keep him away.

He pulled my face towards his, his hand still wrapped around my throat.

His lips came on mine, soft at first but animalistic on the second.

"Ruvit!" I protested but in vain as he continued eating out my lips.

His teeth sinked on my lower lip and his tongue swirled against mine, making me lose all my subconscious.

It's amazingly shocking how much I'm melting by just the contact of our lips.

It isn't like the one I wished him goodbye with under the rain. It's completely opposite.

If I'm the ocean, he is the wave.

If I'm the sky, he is the cloud.

If I'm the rainbow, he is the rain.

We are both similar yet so different.

But we are not different, we are just a part of each other.

Again we are different because we complete each other just like any jigsaw puzzle.

We both are the people who wished to live by themselves all their life. But our lives were destined to confide in each other.

And I'm refusing to believe that just because of a past memory he barely remembers and I barely trust.

For now at least.

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