Chapter 264 - Cold Shower (1/2)

|Innaya|

”Say something.”. Eshan nipped at my tender earlobe, pressing his strong body on mine.

'How can I say something when... You... You- Ah! I can not even form a proper sentence with your seductive ministration.' Feeling ticklish, I moved my head.

”Is there nothing you want to ask?” Eshan said, skimming his nose across the side of my face.

He changed from teasing my skin to kissing my lips. He would peck my lips and back away. He repeated it until I opened my eyes and looked at him in the eyes.

”I'm giving you a chance to ask. After this night, we won't bring this topic up... ever, unless you want us to dwell in the past, missing out on our present. That would only lead to victory for those people. Do you understand?” He said, holding my gaze.

I could stare in those brown orbs till the eternity without blinking... Well, ok that was not humanly possible. But the lovesick girl in me though trembled under that intense stare, she wanted to continue holding his gaze.

”Oh, my sweet little wife. Am I that handsome?” Eshan chuckled, and the light from the table lamp reflected in his eyes, making them appear brighter, bold, and alluring.

”Any questions?” He prompted again, raising his perfect eyebrows.

I shook my head, snapping out of the my-husband-is-the-handsome-hunk-I-can't-take-my-eyes-away-from haze.

I almost whacked my head for behaving like a teenage fan-girl. Could I have some shame left?

Eshan smiled again, and the composure I had worked on snapped again.

'Ah! God, this can't be happening. ' I closed my eyes. 'Out of sight, out of mind... '

'Damn! Whoever said this is an utter stupid.' When one sense of sight closed, Eshan worked his magic and raided havoc over my four senses with his overbearing kisses and teasing.

”I assume that you don't have any questions to ask. Good. Let's bury this topic here. We'll continue our business,” he whispered in my ear, his right hand going to my chest, dancing across my skin with an unhindered wildness. A tinge of gentleness still remained, and his fingertips maneuvered skillfully as if he was playing a symphony of passion, considering my body as his playing instrument.

***

Morning came too soon. We had fallen asleep quite late, perhaps around 3 or 4 o'clock in the early hours of the approaching daylight. But, my body clock had to act up and forced me to open my eyes at just half an hour past five.

Seriously?

What would have gone wrong if I had slept in for longer? I grumbled but woke up nonetheless. The blush came invited once I realized the shirtless man sleeping beside me had decided to hug me to his bare chest. I turned my head slightly with a careful movement to not disturb his sleep. Just like me, I knew he also did not have a good sleep in the past month.

The lights in the study used to remain on in the late hours of the night. I had caught him sneaking into the kitchen and preparing tea on several occasions and sitting mindlessly in the living room without touching the cup. He too had been restless.