11~ Rekindled hope

                                    

                                          


                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
Her
He stalks towards me and I try not to flinch as he stops in front of me. He lifts his hand and touches my hair softly. He wasn't gentle that night or the other night when he shouted at me.
He leans forward and kisses my forehead. The panting from the running was back but this time for a different reason. I like the warmth that blankets around me. 
Many heartbeats pass and he pushes back as if awareness courses through him. He mutters something and the next second, I am being tugged towards the big desk. 
He stops us next to the throne like armchair. He pushes it back and settles down while pulling in front of him and between him and the table. 
I try to breathe in softly and he stares at my face as my harsh breathing echoes in the room. 
He reaches behind and pulls his gun out and places it behind me on the table. "Step back. Sit on the table." 
I swallow as I move back to follow his order. I settle on the table and move back with my feet slightly above the ground and dangling. I try not to let my body touch the gun to my side. He leans closer and touches my wrist. My bangles make noise and I realise maybe this might also be a reason why I got caught. 
"How is the pain?" He questions as he starts to remove my bangles slowly. His thumb occasionally touches my pulse, igniting something warm in me. 
"Isha?" His stern voice pulls me back out of whatever he was doing physical. I fidget a little under his penetrating gaze. 
"What?" I ask. 
His eyes narrow and he asks again, "how is the soreness?" 
My cheeks turn warm and I lower my eyes, "Still there but a little less now." 
He brings my wrist closer to my mouth and kisses right over my pulse. A soft moan escapes my lips and he lifts his head and smirks. 
I clench my legs together as I feel a throb in me. This action doesn't go unnoticed by him and his eyes darken. 
He moves back and tugs at my kurti. "Take this off," 
He leans back as he waits for me. I part my lips but no words seem to form in my mind. "I want to see my little wife properly." 
I swallow hard and then squeeze my eyes shut for a second. I lift the light yellow kurti over my head quickly. The coolness of the air conditioner makes me shiver. 
My eyes find his and he stands up, making my gaze travel up to follow his height. He leans closer and his hand brushes up my spine. His sturdy fingers find the clasp of my bra and he tugs it open. 
"All of you, wife!" My heart hammers as I tilt my head sideways and our lips touch. I close my eyes in shyness as I remove the strap from my shoulder. He kisses just underneath my jaw and then bites my shoulder gently. My skin buzzes to life where he touches me. His lips journey down a little and he takes one of my hard nipples in his mouth. A harsh moan elicits through my lips and my hand clenches his hair. Not sure if I want him to stop or keep going. He suckle hard as his other hand twists my other nipple. "Agastyaaa," I moan out breathlessly.