Chapter 34 Part 4
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With her eyes closed, she turned round and round in drenching rain, washing her sorrow and inhaling the sweet soothing smell of the first rain. Jalal's lips parted with longing while pacing towards her; he squeezed her in his strong arms from the back and madly began to kiss on her cheeks. She closed her eyes and allowed his famished touch, "Jalal, let me go, please. Someone will see us." She whispered.
He turned her towards him and sighed; in a low murmur, he replied, "I don't care, Jodha. Let them see. It's been a long time; I can't wait any longer. My heart is longing for your warmth; I can't wait to make you mine again."
His touch sent tingles to her core; she beamed at his desperation. "Jalal, don't be giddy like a young boy who touched a girl for the first time."
Her statement fired his passion further, "Ohh... Jodha, you have no clue, my condition is worse than a young boy, it's too savage; I have not touched a woman for the last six months and craved for you every second; I am like a hungry lion ready to pounce; don't expect me to have patience. I want to peel every single cloth from your body and lost myself in your fire right now. I need assurance that I have finally found you after many months of failure."
"I thought you must have married fifty new begums." She teased and strained closer to him and rolled her hand on his neck, then pecked his cheeks.
"I was busy in search of you, but it's never too late, now I have found you, so I will have enough time to marry fifty new begums." He snapped back at her with a sultry smile.
"I will kill each one of them who dared even to touch you." She replied.
He whispered, "Ohhh... My Jungli Billi," With a stroke, he pulled her closer, then bit on her earlobe obsessively.
The rain slowed down, but the chilly wind and aroma of the first rain created waves of passion inside him.
After a long separation, he saw her divine beauty drenched in water; her giggle, her excitement, her happiness ignited a fire inside him. With a rough grip, he twisted her shoulder towards him with a jerk. He tugged both his hands in her wet hair and pulled down to privilege her mouth and slender neck; without wasting a second, his lips claimed her pink petals with zealous want. His kiss was not soft; His kiss was not just a smooch, but his kiss sealed with complete wildness, roughness, harshness, with immense excitement.
She wriggled in pain, he felt her unnerving tense, but he couldn't control himself any longer. His extreme desire for her was making him crazy. This is how he wanted to express; how much he missed her, how much he loved her, and how much he cared about her. She again squirmed.
After relishing her sweet mouth, he regained his control over his wild desire; his pace slowed down. Once again, he kissed the soft petal of her lips with feathery touch; with a whisper, he asked, "Are you ok?"
With closed eyes, she was lost in his wild passion; with a gasp, she smiled. His eyes lingered at her swollen lip; the tip of his tongue slid to lick on her swollen petals. His demanding eyes lifted at her aspiring dark orbs. He moved one step away from her while waiting for the same keen passion from her.
Without a blink, he viewed her fingers touched across the side of his neck with a gentle stroke. She leaned forward, her lips parted, and eyes darkened, her full bosom collide with his chest, then wet juicy lips met with the same passion. Both equally participated; her silky touch created a surge of desire. His arms snaked around her waist and squeezed further so she could feel his rigid rock shaft.
Her tongue glided to meet his. Waves of passion evolved from within; he shifted his kiss from her lips to her earlobe with a quick step. His hand began to massage on the round bosom and squished on her nipple while sucking her earlobe with the slow pace with constant rhythm, then nibbled on her neck's peak point, soon she moaned in pleasure. With the intention of seduction, he continued with deliberate obsessive kisses on her sensual hot spots. He placed a bunch of kisses with a bite on it, and his hand persistently played with her nipples, evoking her carnal desire, which made her crazily wild.
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