Heeriye

Thirty Three.

Shehnaaz

He really does want to make it up to me.

That's the last coherent thought in my head as Sidharth starts to eat me out, his tongue slowly sucking away the tension in my spine and the wariness in my heart.

He's got his hands on the backs of my thighs as my legs rest on his shoulders. I spend the next five minutes on the very cusp of a drool-worthy orgasm, but every time I'm close, he keeps pulling back, teasing me with the promise of all the pleasure he's about to unleash on me.It doesn't take long before I'm nothing more than a quivering mess of nerve endings. But my sensitivity doesn't just begin and end with my body. I'm on the verge of tears, too. The last few months come to me in short bursts.

Our first real kiss.

The first time we slept together, how nervous I was. How he stripped away my clothes, then my fears.
The night I realized I wasn't his date, that that privilege belonged to someone else.

When I woke up in the hospital and he was right there with me. All the unpleasantness that followed...

None of it changed how I felt about him. He was still the man who saved me from being Bhavan's puppet and my parent's stooge. He gave Jahan new confidence and fresh hope and showed him how to be something besides just another angry, broken man with no outlet for his pain. He showed the girls what it's like to have a strong male figure ever-present in their lives. Thanks to him, both Chaya and Ruhi will pick men worth their time instead of trying to correct past traumas by pursuing hollow carbon copies of their fucked-up father.

He's the savior I never dreamed of asking for. He's also the cause of so much of the pain and trauma he saved me from.

But how do you separate those things? One flows into the other and then back into itself. He's not all good and he's not all evil. He's something in between. Superhero and flawed human all in one.

And now, he's mine.

All mine.

Just like I've been his from the start.

His tongue glides over my clit and I gasp, my body twitching with pleasure. "Sidharth..." I moan. "I can't...ahh..."

He keeps stroking my clit with his tongue until I feel the orgasm finally take over, roaring through me until it shrouds my body in warmth.

I blink and his face hovers over me, those scorching  eyes clearer than I've ever seen them.

"You're crying," he whispers.

I touch my face and discover that he's right. Tears wet my cheeks and I'm too tired, too spent to wipe them away. So Sidharth kisses them off my face, making me shudder with new desire.

"Why are you crying?" he asks gently when he's swallowed my tears. I give him the honest answer. "I don't know."

"Yes, you do. You're just afraid to say it out loud."
I hate that he knows me that well. "H-how can I trust this?" I whisper.

"How can you trust me,you mean?" His finger does slow circles on my naked abdomen. "It won't happen overnight. It'll take time." He keeps kissing my neck. And my ears. And my face. And my breasts. It makes it very hard to pay attention to what he's saying between the kisses. "It'll take months of orgasms. Months of romantic dinners and expensive gifts. Months of nights like this, lying here and talking about everything or nothing at all. Maybe it'll take years of all those things. And I'm okay with that."

I almost smile. "I don't need expensive gifts."

"You're gonna get them anyway."

"You can't buy me, Mr. Shukla."

He lifts his head and looks down at me. I was teasing, but he's not smiling at all. "I know that," he says with a fierceness that takes me back. "I'm not trying to buy you; I'm trying to earn you."

"That's not how you do it."

"Then tell me how."

"By being with me. By talking to me. By making me your equal partner."

His lips follow my collarbone down to my breast. He circles the nipple with his tongue and sucks on it delicately. "I've never had an equal partner in my life. But I'm willing to learn how."

Excitement spreads through my chest. I feel hot and cold at the same time. "Really?"

"Really." He pulls himself up a little and pushes my legs open a little wider. His cock slides up and down my slit. I'm so wet that his head slides in easily.

I moan. "Sidharth..."

"Any other demands before we forget how to talk?"

He's still not all the way inside me and yet I can't focus on a damn thing but the feeling of him between my legs. I want him deep—I want him to fill me up until I lose myself in him. I'm writhing around beneath him so much, trying to force him inside me, that he pulls out completely.

"We're having an important conversation," he scolds, like I'm the one doing all the teasing.

I grit my teeth. There is it again emotional quicksand.

"I-I...ahh... can't think..."

His tongue slides around my earlobe. Around and in and over. "What do you want?" he rasps.

Unexpected words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them. "I want you."

"You want me huh?" He chuckles.

I bite down on my bottom lip. "Mm-hm..."

"I knew exactly what you would be to me from the moment I heard that accidental voicemail you left me."I'm so lost in desire that I don't even blush. "I heard your hungry moans, your desperate little gasps, and I knew from that moment on exactly what you were."

"Ahh... W-what... what was I?"

"Mine," he growls. "All. Fucking. Mine."

Then he thrusts inside me all at once. I cry out, spasming in every direction as his arm slides around my body to pin me close to him. He fucks me hard, slamming his hips into mine so hard that the sound reverberates around the room.

My fists bunch up the bedsheets. My eyes roll back inside my head. He's relentless and all-consuming and it's all I want.

I just want to feel like he's real.

Especially when he starts fucking me even harder, wringing a second orgasm from me until my body goes limp with exhaustion. He rolls me over so that I'm lying face down on his chest. His fingers run down my spine again, dragging little pathways through my sweaty back.

"you are my woman. My queen. And I'm going to take care of you as such. I'm going to spoil you and I'm going to protect you. That goes for the kids, too. You, them—you all belong to me now, Shehnaaz Gill. And if you ever leave, I will just drag you back here. I will drag you back into my house and my bed because this is where you fucking belong."

My heart is thrumming so fast and pounding so loud in my ears that I'm afraid I'm gonna miss something.

"You are mine," he says again, hands hard on my hips. "You're not going anywhere. And neither am I."

I just kiss his chest.

There's nothing else that needs to be said.