Page 67 of When Love Trespassed

“And as for tonight… I plan to make you forget every fruit, every leaf, and every word… except my name.”

“Then stop talking and get on to it,” she teased back.

With that as her consent and all that pent-up heat between them, they began undressing each other.

The room was dimly lit and the curtains drawn, wrapping them in a cocoon of privacy.

He could barely see her, and yet somehow, every curve of her felt achingly familiar.

He could still tell exactly what her skin looked like without the barriers of her clothes.

Guiding her gently to the edge of the bed, he leaned in and whispered in her ears.

“I’ve thought about this more times than I can count… having you like this. Just us. Skin to skin. Breath to breath. With no space left between us.”

Nandini’s lips parted, but no words came.

Her only response was the soft rise and fall of her chest. His knuckles traced a slow path along her arm, then across her side, before finally brushing over the curve of her waist and pausing at her navel.

She shivered, every part of her being responding to the tenderness in his touch.

“I don’t want to just remember how you look tonight,” he murmured, his voice raspy as he leaned to press a kiss to her shoulder.

“I want to remember how your heartbeat sounds when I’m this close.

How your skin feels when you breathe beneath me.

How your name tastes when I whisper it buried between the very essence of what we’re about to become. ”

She swallowed hard, her hands slowly tangling into his hair as she pulled him closer.

“No more walls,” she said softly. “No more waiting.”

They sank into the mattress together, his body covering hers like a second skin as he hovered over her.

His lips found the dip between her collarbones, planting a flurry of kisses that left trails of fire in their wake.

She closed her eyes, letting the softness of his lips and the heat of his breath wash over her.

His hands moved down to gently cup her breasts. “So soft,” he murmured, before his mouth descended to press hungry, open-mouthed kisses that burned into her skin. Nandini surrendered to it all, completely lost in the sensations that his mouth and fingers stirred within her.

Soon, his hands drifted lower. Shaurya had touched her down there before, but tonight, something had changed.

The yearning ran deeper than ever. Before Nandini could register the shift, he was already going down on her.

A gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her exactly where she ached for him, and soon, his tongue took over, skilfully unravelling her bit by bit, worshipping her very being.

Nandini’s eyes fluttered shut as waves of sensation rolled through her. Each swipe of his tongue pulled her further, building with a slow, aching intensity until it consumed her completely, overwhelming her senses and leaving her breathless.

“Shaurya…” she breathed, his name escaping her lips again and again—sometimes whole, sometimes in broken, trembling fragments.

Her nails raked down his back, searching for something to hold onto, for some support as heat pooled in her lower body, begging for a release. And then, it hit. Within seconds, Nandini was writhing beneath him, her body arching into his, lost to the flood of pleasure that surged through her.

Shaurya moved up, kissing her again until her body eased down and her breathing gradually settled into a steady rhythm.

“You are sweeter than any mango I’ve ever tasted,” he murmured when she finally opened her eyes and looked at him.

Her cheeks flushed, knowing exactly what he was talking about. Words didn’t come right away. Not when she was still in a daze, somewhere between half-satiated, yet still aching, still trembling with anticipation for what was yet to come. But then, a slow, teasing smile curved her lips.

“Now who’s bringing mangoes into our intimate conversations?” she purred.

Shaurya gave her a half-smirk before kissing her forehead, his eyes seeking permission once more to continue.

When she nodded, he brushed a strand of hair off her face, before his hand moved to the bedside drawer. Nandini was still too sensitive from the sensations he had stirred within her, showing her exactly what her body was capable of. She looked at him lovingly as he quickly sheathed himself.

In a beat, he hovered over her, his eyes locked on hers, and then slowly, carefully, he sank into her.

His thumb caressed her cheek as if engraving the moment into their souls.

Nandini met him halfway, both needing and giving, their hearts racing in rhythm as they melted into each other.

They moved slowly at first as if savouring the moment.

The room was quiet, except for the faint rustle of the curtains, the distant hush of leaves from the mango tree outside, and the soft, desperate sounds of their moans and gasps.

He leaned closer and whispered into her ear, his voice betraying his emotions. “You okay?”

Nandini smiled through the haze of pleasure. “More than okay,” she breathed, “But it’s all too much. You’re driving me insane with all these different positions.”

He grinned before thrusting in deeper, making her feel every inch of him.

“What? Never read about these positions in your dark romance novels?”

She opened her eyes, only to see his darkening with mischief.

“Those books can never do justice to reality. This…” she swallowed hard, “this is far better than anything I’d imagined while reading them.”

He lowered his head to press kisses along her jawline before capturing her lips again for a quick kiss. He then shifted, adjusting their bodies and thrusting again, this time from a different position that made her gasp.

“Better?” he asked. And all she could do was nod as her lips parted again as a rush of sensations curled through her body.

“Hmm...just don’t stop,” she whispered against his lips.

He nodded, his forehead damp with sweat, his breathing uneven. “I could do this forever, baby,” he rasped, lost in her and the feelings she evoked in him.

As the night deepened, so did their connection. They began their first night as husband and wife with their hearts full and their souls intertwined.

When they finally fell into each other’s arms, utterly spent, the silence spoke more than any words could. It wasn’t just their bodies that melded into one another… it was their lives.

For Shaurya, who once believed love had turned its back on him, it was the resurrection of hope. For Nandini, who had loved boldly without knowing her grumpy neighbour would become her everything, it was the beginning of everything she’d ever dreamed of.

And outside, the mango tree swayed gently in the breeze, its leaves rustling softly in the night, the first silent witness to the love that had trespassed boundaries and had now found its rightful place.