Page 68 of ARIDHI: His Never-Ending Desire

A bouquet—no bouquets. Plural.

Bouquets of various flowers so vibrant they seemed to pulsate with life, like something plucked them from a dream, welcomed me.

And if it wasn’t enough, there were chocolates, too many of them.

What attracted me most were the pictures around me. Pictures of me and Ruvit. Our memories. Then his presence behind me.

Yes, I broke down, but his words were enough to make me feel at ease as he placed all the broken pieces together.

But then suddenly he scooped me in his arms and said.

“By tomorrow, all you will be thinking about how deep I was inside you. All you will be concerned about is how to walk properly.”

My heart beat with a frantic rhythm as he went on proving his words through his actions.

He made me sit on the bedroom couch, with my legs touching the carpet beneath it. He walked behind, his eyes locked on mine.

Leaning against the bed frame, he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt.

There was a hint of tired strength in his posture, probably because of the efforts he put in to decorate this room.

But that somehow only made him more captivating and hot.

“What’s your favourite chocolate?” His voice rumbled around me, deep, deliberate and playful.

There was no rush in his stance, no demand. Just a patient, watchful presence.

“Mr. Rathore,” I called out lovingly, and maybe I spotted his ears turning red. “Yes, Mrs. Rathore?”

He stammered—really deflected—as if my two words were enough to get control over him.

“I am already Mrs. Rathore to you and yet, you don’t know about my favourite chocolate?” My sweet voice turned into deadly.

I pouted in anger when a chuckle escaped his lips. “Madam, for your future husband’s sake, your favourites keep changing.”

“Uh, huh.” I rolled my eyes sassily, but that didn’t give away my pink cheeks.

“And that’s wae, I ordered each and every chocolate from across the world.” He added, a mischievous gleam in his black eyes.

“Though, most of them didn’t reach in one day.” He tapped his fingers on the top of the bed frame, his engagement ring shining brightest in the room.

“Now,” He trailed off. “Your favourite chocolate for the night, sweetheart?”

Even in the air conditioned room—which was already on when I entered this room—I felt my whole body heating up.

There was a profound tenderness in his words, a vulnerability I rarely saw, reserved just for me.

“Since most of them didn’t arrive, I doubt my favourite for the night will be there.” A sly smirk lifted my lips.

“Try me, jaan.” He challenged.

“Godiva truffles.” I answered, fully aware of the fact that it was so rare to find them.

But then, he smirked, slowly, leaving me breathless. He didn’t speak. Just stood there, his eyes, those deep, knowing pools, doing all the talking.

And then he bent down and picked up a box of Godiva truffles, rich and inviting, from the bed.

“Got you, jaan.” He murmured. “As expected from you—elegant and expensive.”

In that moment, he proved it once again—by words as well as actions—that how obsessed he was with me. How much he loved and understood me.

All I could do was bite my lip because this man won’t dare to disappoint me. He won’t let that happen.

He pushed off the bed frame, moving slowly, deliberately, towards me.

He held out the chocolate box to me, his fingers brushing mine as I took it.

The warmth of his touch lingered when he sat beside me on the sofa, the space shrinking, charged with an unspoken energy.

I opened the box, the rich, earthy scent of dark chocolate instantly filling the air.

Each truffle was a tiny work of art, dusted with cocoa, drizzled with gold and sprinkles, promising a decadent escape.

I picked one, a perfectly round sphere, and held it up. “Which one do you want?” I asked Ruvit.

He leaned closer, his gaze fixed on my hand, then flickered up to my eyes. “The one you’re holding.” He said, his voice a low drawl.

“But not from the box.” My brow furrowed in confusion as I glanced at him—a sly smile on his lips.

And then understanding dawned, sending another wave of heat through me. “Are you implying what I think you’re implying?”

He chuckled, a deep, resonant sound. “Perhaps I just want to see if your fingers or lips are as sweet as I remembered.”

I felt a playful challenge rise within me. I carefully broke off a piece of the truffle, bringing it to my lips.

It was rich, bittersweet, a slow melting delight. “Delicious.” I whispered, letting the last of the chocolate dissolve on my tongue.

I watched his eyes, the way they followed the movement, intense and focused.

Then he reached out, his thumb gently tracing the corner of my mouth, where a tiny smear of chocolate remained.

The lightest touch, yet it sent shivers down my spine. “You like to tease me, no?” His voice dropped to a near-whisper.

A silent conversation passed between us through our eyes, a deepening of the unspoken understanding that always simmered beneath the surface.

He didn’t rush. Didn’t touch more than that fleeting brush of his thumb. And I wanted him to do more than just a touch.

The air thrummed with anticipation. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild drumbeat echoing the rising tension.

I leaned into his touch, a silent invitation, and a surrender to the pull I felt towards him.

His eyes darkened, reading my unspoken consent. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his gaze never leaving mine.

I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips, the faint scent of his cologne, a subtle blend of cedar and something uniquely him.

My eyes fluttered closed just as his lips met mine.

It was a slow kiss, a tender exploration at first, a soft press that tasted faintly of the raspberry ganache I’d just savored.

He took his time, savoring the moment, the gentle sway of our breath mingling.

I felt myself melting into him, all the lingering aches of the day dissolving into a sweet, dizzying warmth.

I tried to break it, a small, involuntary movement, a whisper of a pull back, but he deepened it, gently, firmly.

His hand moved from my face to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair, holding me in place, yet so gently it felt like an embrace rather than a restraint.

The kiss became more insistent, a soft demand that I readily met.

The world narrowed to just us, the gentle pressure of his lips, the warmth of his skin against mine, the soft rustle of his clothes.

It wasn’t just passion; it was connection, a reaffirmation of something profound and undeniable.

When he finally pulled back, just slightly, our foreheads rested against each other.

His eyes were heavy-lidded, dark with emotion, and a soft smile played on his lips.

My own lips felt swollen, tingling, a phantom taste of chocolate and him lingering.

“Sweet enough?” I asked, a playful note in my voice, trying to project an air of nonchalance I was far from feeling.

A slow smile, dangerously alluring, spread across his lips. “Didn’t taste enough.” His voice a low rumble that vibrated through the quiet air.

Then, a touch of mischievous glint entered his gaze.

“Also, I really want to see that chocolate melting somewhere else and pretend it’s not indecent.”

My composure faltered. A flush warmed my cheeks, but a laugh, light and genuine, bubbled up.

“Are you trying to corrupt me with confectionery?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Baby, you are already beyond corrupted.” He murmured, his eyes never leaving mine, making me blush.

He reached for another truffle from the box, a dark, glossy one. Instead of bringing it to his own lips, he brought it to mine, offering it.

I took a small bite, the rich chocolate melting on my tongue.

Then, he leaned in again, taking the other half from my lips, his gaze still locked on mine. Our teeth brushed, a subtle spark igniting.

It was an intimate dance, a shared pleasure that went beyond the simple act of eating chocolate.

“It was pretty decent.” He murmured, his voice husky.

I let out a shaky breath, a small laugh escaping. “And here, I thought you were planning to do some indecent things.”

An unwavering smirk formed on his mouth.

“You think I brought chocolates to sweeten your mood? Initially yes. But now? I plan to taste them on your skin.”

A gasp escaped me, a breath caught in my throat. My eyes widened, meeting his.

The intensity in his gaze was breathtaking, a silent promise of delights to come.

My mind reeled, picturing his words, the warmth of his lips on my skin, the slow, deliberate exploration he was so capable of.

He didn’t move, just held my gaze, letting his words hang in the air, letting the implication and the tension sink in.

The unspoken desire between us, so carefully contained for so long, felt ready to burst forth, a vibrant, consuming fire.

“Good,” I murmured. “Because I have a feeling we’re only just getting started.”

He smiled, a genuine, unguarded smile that made my heart ache with a fierce tenderness. “Indeed.” His thumb stroked my jawline.

The flower bouquets, sitting innocently on the bed seemed to fade from my awareness.

They were beautiful, yes, a testament to his thoughtfulness, but in that moment, they couldn’t hold a candle to the electric current that now arced between us.

They were mere petals compared to the wildfire he had ignited within me.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my jaw, sending a shiver through me. “Did you know, that chocolate is an aphrodisiac?”

He murmured against my skin, his voice a low, seductive rumble, laced with a playful challenge.

My breath hitched. “Is that your excuse?” I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.

He chuckled, a warm vibration against my skin. “Perhaps it’s just a happy coincidence.”

His lips trailed lower, just a feather-light touch, along the curve of my collarbone.

“Or perhaps,” He breathed, his words a wicked promise against my neck.

“I just wanted an excuse to get this close to you, to taste every part of you.”

His hand rested lightly on my waist, then tightened almost imperceptibly, drawing me closer still.

I could feel the solid warmth of his body against mine, the steady beat of his heart mirroring my own frantic rhythm.

The scent of him, that unique blend of his cologne filled my senses, intoxicating me.

“God, my divine lady.” He lingered at my collarbone, his whispers soft, intimate, sending delicious shivers through me.

Each word was a caress, a subtle invitation to succumb to the growing intensity between us.

He wasn’t rushing, wasn’t demanding, but rather, he was weaving a spell, drawing me deeper into his orbit with every breath, every touch.

I tilted my head back slightly, offering him more access, a silent plea for more.

His lips moved to my jawline, a trail of gentle kisses, each one igniting a new spark.

My fingers, almost instinctively, found their way to his hair, burying themselves in the soft strands at the nape of his neck, holding him close.

My slow moans filled the room when he hungrily attacked my neck with open mouthed wet kisses.

He paused, lifting his head just enough to look into my eyes, his own filled with a raw emotion that stole my breath.

“Enjoying getting admired?” He asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips, a hint of triumph in his gaze.

I nodded, unable to speak, caught in the intensity of his stare.

He leaned in again, closer this time, his lips hovering just above mine.

“Add this to your daily schedule.” He breathed, his voice a gravelly whisper.

“Already did.” And then, his lips were on mine again, this time with a fervent urgency, a deeper hunger that mirrored my own.

It wasn’t frantic, but a slow, consuming fire, each press of his lips, each gentle suck of my lower lip, drawing me further into the intoxicating vortex of his presence.

My hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to absorb him, to erase the small space that still existed between us.

He ate me out like a man starved. He fed on to my lips like they were sacred.

The world outside faded into a blurry hum.

The only reality was the warmth of his body against mine, the taste of chocolate and him on my tongue, the intoxicating scent that surrounded us, and the undeniable beat of two hearts entwined.

It was a slow burn, a beautiful, agonizing unfolding of desire, carefully nurtured, exquisitely savored.

And I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my soul, that this was just the beginning as he pulled away.

He stood up from the couch, leaving me with the loss of his warmth.

I followed his movements as his knees pressed into the carpet, firm and steady—in between my legs.

The sight sent the promise of something delicious.

Both of his hands rested on my thighs—barely touching, his thumbs drawing slow, lazy circles into my skin as if I were something sacred.

I sat still, perched on the edge of the couch, legs hanging loose over the side.

He looked up at me like I was the storm he had waited years to drown in.

“Do you want me to do it?” His voice was low, controlled. But there was heat curling under every word.

I blinked. He didn’t say can I continue or may I—he said do you want me to do it?

Consent, not performance. Not assumption. Just reverence.

My fingers tangled gently in his hair. “What if I want you to?” He smiled, the kind of smile that darkens everything around it.

“Then, Aridhi.” He murmured, inching forward.

“I’m going to taste you like you’re the only sin I’ll ever beg forgiveness for.”

His hands slid higher—still slow, still deliberate up to the hem of my pants.

He waited and my breath hitched.

“Ruvit.” I whispered, and it came out shakier than I wanted. He looked up again—eyes meeting mine, dark and unreadable.

“Is this what you want?” He spoke softly with a voice wrapped in velvet.

I didn’t nod.

I pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt. “Don’t ask me again and again.” I said. “Just do it.”

He exhaled like I’d knocked the wind out of him.

With a powerful tug, he pulled down my pants, sliding it down my legs. I was only left in my panties as the cold air hit me.

I bit my lip at the sight—his eyes roaming shamelessly on my legs.

He smirked, leaning forward, pressing a kiss to the inside of my knee.

Then another. Then a third, higher, slower, hungrier.

His mouth trailed fire across my skin, leaving heat in its wake. His hands held me in place, not tightly—but completely.

Every movement was measured. Every breath he took felt like it belonged to me. “You’re shaking.” He whispered.

I was. Not from fear.

But from the weight of being seen.

He didn’t touch me like a body—but like a prayer.

He slid my legs open with care. No urgency. No hurry. Only hunger wrapped in control.

And just before his mouth returned to my thighs, he looked up once more and murmured.

“Say stop and I’ll stop. But say nothing and I’ll worship.”

One moment, his lips were on my thighs; the next, his fingers found the box of chocolates again, his gaze never breaking from mine.

He carefully selected one and bit off half, letting it melt on his tongue.

Then he leaned in, his breath a warm whisper against my ear. “Sweet.” He confessed, his voice was static under my skin. “But still not enough.”

Before I could question, two fingers dipped into the yielding center of the second chocolate—slow and sinful.

He met my eyes, a silent question passing between us. My legs parted in the answer. He knelt, lower this time, settling between my thighs.

The air thickened, charged and still.

His chocolate-laden fingers traced a slow, glistening line just above my knee, a deliberate path. Then, lower.

He dragged the dark melt along the inside of my thigh, a wicked, languid stroke, watching it mark me.

And then he leaned in, and—God—his tongue, warm and sinful and slow, began to trace that same line, lapping the chocolate from my skin as if he had all the time in the world.

A soft whimper escaped me. “You should see yourself.” His voice was rough now. “Dripping just like that, shaking for me.”

I swallowed hard, unable to tear my gaze away. He smirked against my thigh, lips sticky with sugar and raw hunger. “Want more?”

“Ruvit—”

He didn’t let me finish. His mouth pressed open kisses just above the chocolate trail, a relentless heat and pressure, his tongue teasing.

And then, he did it again. Another swirl of ganache. Higher this time. Messier.

He just held my legs open and tasted.

The slow, insistent drag of his tongue made me cry out, my hips instinctively bucking.

Sweetness blurred with heat.

And his name—God, his name—tore from my lips like a prayer stripped of all reverence.

“You’re beautiful.” He breathed, his voice a low rumble against my thighs.

“You’re cruel.” I gasped, the words catching.

“Am I?” He asked, his tongue dancing again—wicked, slow, unrelenting. “You haven’t seen my cruelty yet.”

He picked up another piece, devouring the chocolate on my thighs once again.

God, he was so close to my core that I just wanted to clench my thighs around his head.

“You have no idea, Aridhi.” He murmured, his voice thick with an unvoiced desire.

“How long I’ve wanted to do this. To simply be here, with you, without the world interfering.” His words resonated deeply within me.

The day’s earlier tension, the complexities of our lives, all of it faded into the background.

In this moment, there was only us, a shared space of intimacy and burgeoning desire.

“I wanted you here too.” I confessed, my voice barely a whisper, an admission that felt both vulnerable and incredibly freeing.

My lips parted slightly as his hands guided me open with the reverence of someone unveiling a masterpiece.

His eyes didn’t wander.

They devoured.

“Baby.” He murmured, lips brushing just above the curve of my inner thigh, “I could devour you like this again and again.”

I arched into the touch, fingers gripping the edge of the couch.

He kissed slowly. Every inch. No urgency, no sloppiness—just control. Precision.

Like he wanted to memorize every reaction. Like he already had.

He suddenly snapped towards my ear. “Ardhangini.” He whispered, a shiver rushed through me.

“Strip before I am done with clearing the bed. If you don’t, I will punish you.” The statement wasn’t an option. It was a command.

My cheeks tinted brightly when he just left me trembling and walked towards the bed, setting the bouquets down on the nearby table.

I shook my head, looking down at my lapel and the silk blouse under it.

My mind screamed to remove them. But my heart wanted to go through his punishment.

I glanced up at him. He had already cleared the half of the bed.

Gulping down, I took off my lapel, and let go off the blouse. The red lace bra was doing a little to conceal my perky nipples.

Just then his voice reached my ears. “What did I tell you?” My eyes drifted to his—darkened with desire as he took small steps towards me.

And suddenly I felt like he was a hungry beast who was ready to pound on his prey.

A devil who was prepared to ruin his angel.

“Uh, I was just—” I didn’t even know what I was going to say when he just lifted me like I weighed nothing.

Carrying me across the room, he dropped me gently onto the mattress like I was made of something rare and ruinable.

“Get ready for your punishment, sweetheart.” My core clenched at his dominant words, a rush of arousal flooding through me as if I wasn’t already.

I wanted him, so badly. I needed to feel him stretching me, claiming me.

“Let me tell you how you strip yourself.” He declared, yanking off his shirt to reveal his chiseled chest and crawling over me with a hungry gleam in his eyes.

I licked my lips, drinking in the sight of him.

My hands roamed his muscles as he descended on me, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss.

Our tongues danced and tangled, stoking the flames of desire and chocolates.

Ruvit reached down to palm my breasts through my bra, tweaking my nipples until they were hard points.

I moaned. “Don’t moan. Rather scream my name like it’s the only thing you know.” He said darkly, popping open the bra.

He threw it somewhere in the corner like he couldn’t care any fuck about it.

My ample cleavage spilled out and he groaned, burying his face between my breasts. A moan escaped me.

He laved his tongue over one nipple while pinching and rolling the other between his fingers. “So fucking perfect.” He muttered.

Then he picked up another box of chocolates—a simple Dairy Milk this time. Classic. Plain. No frills.

Exactly the kind of thing that should’ve felt innocent. But it didn’t.

I would never be able to look at chocolates in a decent way from now on.

He tore it open with his teeth, and I swear—he made that look like foreplay.

He held my gaze as he snapped off a piece with two fingers, then brought it down—low and slow—pressing it to the skin just above my navel.

The contrast made me shiver. Cold sugar against warm flesh.

His heat hovered close, lips barely a breath away. “You’re melting.” He said softly, watching the chocolate soften on my skin.

“No.” I whispered. “You are.”

He smiled—something darker now. Hungrier. And then he leaned in.

His tongue met my stomach, smooth and warm, licking slowly and deliberately.

Upward. Then sideways. Then back down.

Following the melted path like it was something precious, something nirvana.

My hips arched, breath catching in my throat. He licked the chocolate off me like he wanted it to last forever.

Sticky sweetness. Hot breath.

His hands pinned my hips while his mouth wrote promises I couldn’t read, but felt deep in every nerve.

He kissed the place just beneath my ribs—then lower, to where the chocolate had pooled in the hollow above my panty lines.

I let out a gasp when his mouth stayed there too long. Too perfect.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked again, voice muffled against my skin.

“No.” I breathed out.

“Say it clearly.”

“I want you, Ruvit.” His eyes met mine. Glowing with something that felt like reverence.

Then he grinned.

And pulled the chocolate bar apart again, holding it between his teeth as he slid down my body.

“I told you.” He said, through that crooked smirk.

“I’m going to taste the chocolates on your skin like it is the best sin I will ever commit and have no regrets.”

And he did.

His hands slid up my body again, palms warm and grounding as he reached for another square of chocolate.

This time, he let the piece rest at the base of my throat, right above my collarbone.

It sat there for a second—cold against fevered skin—then began to melt, slow and sticky.

He watched it.

Watched me. Like he was reading the reaction in my chest before he ever moved.

Then he leaned in.

Mouth open. Tongue hot.

He licked upward, slowly, tracing the melted trail from collarbone to neck with a reverence that made my legs press tight together.

My fingers curled into his shoulders.

He kissed the side of my throat—then suckled the skin just below my ear, dark and deep.

The sound I made wasn’t something I’d ever heard from myself.

“I could stay here.” He murmured, his lips brushing over the hollow of my throat. “And still not get enough.”

But he didn’t stay there. He reached for another piece. His eyes flicked to mine—checking, waiting.

And when I gave the smallest nod, breathless and aching, he let the chocolate rest on the curve of my breast.

The chill was sharp. The melt? Slow.

His mouth followed immediately—his tongue warm and soft, licking the chocolate away with maddening patience.

He dragged his lips across the curve, tasting, sucking, breathing me in like a man gone feral in silence.

I arched into him.

He didn’t stop. He took another piece and placed it just beneath my breast now. His eyes darkened. “Too much?”

“Never.” He growled softly at my moan.

The next moment, he devoured.

His mouth claimed every inch the chocolate kissed—each flick of his tongue drawing out sounds from my throat that I couldn’t have hidden if I tried.

My hands wove into his hair, tugging gently—needing him closer, deeper, slower and faster all at once.

He pulled back only for a moment, lips sticky and flushed, eyes glinting.

“You’re going to ruin me.” He whispered. “And I’m going to let you.”

Something mischievous shone in his orbs, as if asking for something inappropriate.

And in a second, he ripped off my panties. Not slowly, not gently but like the beast I claimed him to be.

“Fucking fuck.” Ruvit groaned, my arousal evident in the air around us.

“My goddess.” He slid down, resting his head on my navel, as if he was taking the fragrance of my arousal just for him.

And when his mouth finally moved between my thighs—my bare pussy—the first stroke of his tongue was so gentle I gasped—not from the touch, but from how it undid me.

He didn’t do anything for a beat. He stayed there, drawing circles with the tip of his tongue, warm breath fanning over skin that was already burning for him.

I moaned softly, my hips bucking slightly, but his grip tightened on my thighs, anchoring me.

“I want you still.” He said, voice hoarse. “I want to feel every reaction. Don’t run from it.”

Without preamble, he dove in, swiping his tongue along my wet slit. I cried out, my head thrashing against the pillows.

My fingers tangled in his hair, not pulling, not guiding—just needing to hold onto something as his tongue worked magic that had no mercy.

He shifted, angling deeper, firmer, now devouring me like he was starving and the only thing that could satisfy him was me.

He sucked and I cried out.

“Ruvit—” I gasped, legs trembling.

He moaned into me, and the vibration wrecked me. I felt the pressure build—tight, desperate, electric.

My thighs began to shake, and when he noticed, he slid his hands higher, up my stomach, flickering my nipples.

“Let me watch you fall apart.” He whispered, eyes now meeting mine again.

One more stroke. One more flick. One more of those maddening sucks—and I shattered around him.

My whole body trembled. My breath left in a single, broken moan that I didn’t recognize as my own.

He held me through it, mouth still pressing soft kisses as the waves slowed.

And then, finally when I was about to come—he stood, leaving me hanging and frustrated.

While his own face flushed. Hair a mess. Wrecked. And he hadn’t even touched himself.

“It was supposed to be a punishment.” His eyes roamed over me—naked, breath heavy, body still buzzing. And he grinned when I glared at him.

“You—” He pressed a finger on my lips.

“You always look beautiful.” He said. “But this is my favorite version.” He leaned down, brushing his mouth along the corner of mine.

His mouth tasted like my arousal.

And then once more, he took the chocolate in his mouth and dived in my pussy straight, devastating than before.

The chocolate felt foreign on my clit as he rubbed it over and over.

“Ruvit—” I legit screamed, clenching my thighs. He didn’t even care as he effortlessly held me under my knees, pushing my legs on his shoulders.

I grinded my pussy against his mouth, not getting enough.

He held my waist, tasting, melting, devouring the chocolate on my most intimate part.

All I could do was moan, whimper, and scream his name like ecstasy.

I arched into his touch, craving more of him and he did just give me that.

My body was a mess. A canvas of his wild and indecent activities.

His movements became rougher, more faster than before, applying the right amount of pressure on the chocolate.

A sudden rush of adrenaline hit my body when he said—no, commanded.

“You are not going to come.” His deep voice vibrated against my dripping core.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I asked, moaning shamelessly, and out of breath.

His tongue just hit the right spots when he paused, saying. “Did you see the way your legs are wrapped around me?”

I shuddered as he added. “You are trying to kill me with it. Did I complain?”

My cheeks flushed.

“Ruvit,” A whimper escaped my lips when he pushed another piece of chocolate inside my pussy, followed by his tongue.

I cried out the hardest, my back already paining due to his relentless movements.

“Oh god.” I panted, fisting the sheets.

“Yes, let your own personal God worship you, M’lady.” He murmured, sucking my pussy as if it was the most entrancing, most delicious meal he ever had.

He growled against my clit, the vibrations pushing me closer to the edge.

“Let me come, you jerk.” I warned but only if my voice was steady enough.

I could feel the bastard literally grinning.

“Baby, don’t call your future husband like that. Now, be a good girl and let me enjoy my heaven.”

The urge to snap his head with my thighs filled my brain. But instead, I smiled slowly. “You can call me too.”

His sucking didn’t slow, but paused as he looked up at me with a dark gaze. “Call you what?”

My hooded eyes met his and I just controlled my insides to not come just yet. “Like what men call women in bed?”

It wasn’t an assertion, but a question because I trembled out of fear under his gaze. “You mean slut, whore, fucktoy and whatever.”

He didn’t ask me but I nodded anyways. “Aridhi.” My name on his mouth against my wet pussy sent delicious shivers down my spine.

He crawled above me, tracing the hair strands behind my ear as he cupped my face.

“You are my Goddess. My Ardhangini. My better half—who is a lot better than me. My woman—Mrs. Aridhi Ruvit Rathore. My forever desire. How can I use inappropriate words for you? How can I disrespect, degrade you? It’s not about sex or fuck.

It’s not about me or my pleasure. It’s about you and your pleasure.

Even here, I am just your devotee. And it’s just another way of mine to worship you.

Even in my punishments and kinks, I will forever love you. ”

My heart fluttered. My whole body fluttered.

“Don’t be overwhelmed. I am not done yet,” He whispered, his tone held something dark. “Ruining you.” He smirked. “And punishing you.”

And before I could react, his two fingers disappeared inside my pussy.

I gasped, loudly, unbelievably, because holy fuck, he buried his fingers fully up to the joints, pumping them in and out.

He didn’t use index finger as normally most do. Instead, he chose his middle finger and the ring finger.

What turned me on the most was his engagement ring—the ring which mirrored my eye’s colour.

“Ruv—” I cried out when his movements become frantic, as if he just couldn’t stop his fingers.

“Fuck.” He growled, his gaze locking on mine. “You are so wet.” I rolled my eyes in pleasure.

“Tell me,” His voice came out as a demand. “Was it the chocolates that turned you on or me?”

His fingers moved up and down inside my pussy while his thumb traced the leftover chocolate on my clit.

“Both.” I moaned, too loudly.

“Both?” He repeated. “Wow, I am now jealous of some chocolates.”

“You are jealous of everything around me who isn’t you.” I managed to say in a breathless manner.

He smirked. “I am too obsessed to share you with anything or anyone, sweetheart.”

While his fingers explored my pussy, hitting my g-spot, his words made me smile.

He was sweating, his hair sticking to his forehead. “I love you.” I moaned out, his eyes softening.

“And I love you so much.” He said when he smiled like a charming, gorgeous man he is.

Soon, I come undone, my inner walls fluttering around his fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me.

His eyes shifted below as he pulled out his fingers, glistening with my essence and chocolate.

My eyes followed him—licking his fingers clean in a slow, purposeful way that immediately turned me again.

Am I becoming hornier day by day?

It could be proved because I lifted my leg, fumbling with his belt by my foot.

He groaned, holding my foot. “Desperate much?” Yes, too desperate.

But I didn’t say it when he took off his belt and finally undo his pants. His erection was visible through the boxers.

He got rid of them, and before I could see his throbbing cock, he was already hovering over me, the head of his cock nudging my entrance.

“I need to feel my heaven.” He rasped, his eyes wild with love.

“Yes,” I whimpered, spreading my legs wider in the invitation. “Your heaven.”

He didn’t hesitate, surging forward and burying himself balls-deep in one powerful thrust.

We both groaned at the exquisite sensation, savoring the feeling of being so perfectly joined.

Ruvit set a punishing pace, pounding into me with deep, powerful strokes.

The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard literally slamming against the wall with each snap of his hips.

I met him thrust for thrust, wrapping my legs around his waist.

The room filled with the sounds of our coupling, skin slapping against skin, my moans and cries of pleasure.

He angled his hips just right, hitting that sweet spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

“Fuck, Aridhi.” He grunted. “You feel so good. So tight and wet for me. I could stay here forever, worshipping you like this.”

I panted, digging my nails into his back. “Harder, Ruvy. Make me feel it.”

He obliged, driving into me with enough force to make my whole body jolt.

My breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts as he dipped his head to capture one rosy peak between his teeth, biting down just shy of pain.

I sawed against him, the coil of pleasure in my belly winding tighter and tighter.

“I’m close.” I warned him, feeling myself teetering on the brink.

“So am I.” He gritted, sweat beading on his brow from the effort of holding back. “Come with me, baby. Let me feel you come apart on my cock.”

His filthy words were the last straw and I tumbled over the edge with a keening cry.

My orgasm ripped through me, causing me to convulse beneath him as ecstasy coursed through my veins.

With a final, brutal thrust, Ruvit found his own release.

He spilled himself inside me with a guttural moan, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied every last drop.

We collapsed together in a sweaty heap, both panting heavily as we came down from our highs.

Ruvit pressed a tender kiss to my forehead, gathering me close.

“Let me take care of you.” He murmured, stroking her hair.

I smiled drowsily, tracing patterns on his chest. “When you don’t?”

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