Her cheeks flush, making me grin. She puts out her hand.
"It’s your gift," she says.
I open the box, curious to see what she has gotten me. As I take out the tie, I am pleasantly surprised. It’s a beautiful tie, the fabric soft and luxurious in my hands.
"This is beautiful," I grin, looking up at her with a smile. "You have good taste, darling."
I look at her and her flushed cheeks, my smile growing wider. Her shyness is adorable, and it makes me want to kiss her senseless. I pull her closer to me, twisting her hand behind her back, trapping her between me and the table. Her body presses against mine, her warmth and softness making my pulse quicken. I look down at her, admiring the way her hair falls over her shoulders, her eyes wide and innocent. I want to kiss her, to lose myself in her taste and scent. My eyes rake over her face, taking in every feature, every inch of her. I can feel my self-control slipping away.
Her breath comes out in short gasps, and I can feel her heartbeat quickening against my chest. I pull her even closer, pressing our bodies together, feeling the heat and energy between us.
I can’t resist any longer.
I lean in, touching our foreheads.
"Baby, I need to taste those lips of yours," I breathe out, my eyes flickering over her face.
I can see the desire flickering in her eyes, the way her breath hitches as she looks at me, her full, luscious lips parted slightly. She nods slightly.
"I won’t be able to do it if you won’t give me your word," I say. "I need your permission, baby. Please." I continue. If I have to, I will beg her. She has broken my pride. I used to believe that I was strong, but apparently, I am not. I am not strong in front ofher.
She holds all the power.
"Please," she says softly, her eyes closed, her breathing ragged. "Do it," she says.
That’s my cue. I move to her lips, capturing them in a deep, passionate kiss. I can taste the sweetness of her mouth, and it only makes me want her more. She stands there, not doing anything at first, her hands at her side. I guide them to my neck as I bite her lower lip, making her gasp.
I take the opportunity and tangle my tongue with hers, exploring her mouth hungrily. My hands roam all over her body, feeling every inch of her soft skin. I push her back until she’s trapped between me and the wall behind her. With a low growl, I press my body against hers, making her gasp softly. I can feel the heat of her body against mine, and my desire for her is reaching uncontrollable levels.
She taps on my chest. Reluctantly, I stop, our foreheads touching. She looks up at me, those large, round eyes looking even more beautiful in the soft light. Her lips are parted slightly, now more plump, and she’s breathing rapidly, her chest rising and falling as if she just ran a mile.
"Wow," she gasps softly, and I can’t help but chuckle.
"Exactly. Wow," I repeat. I nibble her earlobe lightly, and I can feel her shiver. "You’re perfect, baby," I say. I move my lips down toward her jaw, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. I can smell her scent, a mix of her perfume and her own natural sweetness, and it’s driving me wild. I kiss my way down her neck, my lips
I kiss my way down her neck, finding her pulse point. She sighs softly, giving in to me as her fingers trace the muscles of my back. "Rudra," she moans.
I stop, and my eyes widen. "What did you say?" I ask, and she shies away and looks down. I tilt her chin. "Repeat it, Shivani," I insist.
"Rudra," she repeats quietly. I groan. She will definitely be the death of me.
I peck her lips. "From now on," I caress her cheeks, "you will call me that," I command. She shudders in my arm but nods.
She looks away; I see doubt swirling in her head. "What are you thinking about, darling?" I ask her.
“Sorry, I’m inexperienced; I don’t know how to kiss you properly,“ she whispers as she twists her wedding band, a habit she has when she's nervous.
I grin at her, “It’s fine; you can gain experience with me.”
I see her turn more red on my words. I never knew a person could blush so furiously. I chuckle. I gently take her lips again; it's a slow and short kiss.
“Now can we do it again but longer this time?” I ask with a grin. She hides her face in my chest, and I chuckle.
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"Happy birthday, beta," Maa wishes me as Papa pats me on the back. Wide smiles cover their faces, and pride shines in their eyes.
