My Dearest Enemy

39. Maira

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I have never been kissed like this in my entire life. He is angry and jealous at the same time. His kiss is so desperate that i want him to never stop kissing me. I don't know why he is jealous, i was just dancing with my friend but I'm loving the way he kissed me.
In this moment i forget everything but my husband. I lost in his deep kiss. His hands buried in my hairs and my fingertips touched his neck.

My body is burning for his touch. It feel like i might die if he stop touching me. Even I don't know how much i want him. Each and every cells of my body are dying for his touch.

"You-are-my-wife" he said "you belongs to me, your smile belongs to me, i don't give fuck if that asshole ankit is your friend or president, you are my wife, my person" his nostril flare and he growled.

I want to answer his but nothing came out of my mouth. My legs touched the bed and we fell on the bed.
As the weight of his body pressed down on me, i felt a surge of anticipation. My Heart started to beat so fast. The weight of him atop of me is not burden for me but a sensation of sweetness. Our gazes locked and i saw everything in his eyes - anger, jealousy, love, desire, lust. He touched my face with his cold hands and a shiver ran down my spine and i felt electric wave all over my body.

"I'll die if i don't touch you. Let me touch you angel, please" he pleaded with his eyes.
The world outside faded for me, I'm just lost in his world. In his world i felt cherished, safe and happy.

"Yes you can touch me" i whisper against his ear.
His eyes nearly sparkle as i gave him the permission to touch me.
He wasted no time and start doing his work. As his hands delicately found their way to the edge of my saree, a shiver ran down my spine.
With each gentle tug, the fabric began to unravel, revealing every curve of my body inch by inch. His touch act like fuel in my firey body. I closed my eyes as he unravel my saree. With each fold of saree that fell away, i felt more exposed. AS the last remnants of saree fell from my shoulder, i lied on bed before him in peticot and blouse. His eyes shined as he saw my bare stomach.

"Angel" he said near my ear.

"Yamraj" i said.

"From the moment i saw you in that peticot and blouse, i don't know what the fuck happened to me. Why i feel different about you. What the hell you did to me" he said and kissed me again. As his lips meet mine, i kissed him back. His hands meet my breast and a moan escaped my mouth.

"Fuck" he said "Let me punish you for dancing with that asshole" he said and his traced the exposed skin of my body and started to unravel my peticot. I want to stop him but i am so lost in his firey touch that nothing came out of my mouth. He unravel my peticot and placed a kiss on my bare stomach. A moan escaped my mouth as he kissed me. Now I'm lying on bed only in my panty and blouse. His eyes stare at my bare leg. Thank God i wore a red laced panty. On regular basis i wear panty with panda picture on it.

Translation: Wear laced panty everyday, you never know when your husband become horny and start to touch you.

His hands touched my breasts and he unbuttoned my blouser. I wore a red bra. His eyes become lustful as he saw my breast covered with bra.

Without giving me any time he kissed me again and his hands touched my back and opened the hook of my bra. As he opened my bra, my heart passed a beat. I shiver as he did. I closed my eyes and he removed the bra from my breast. I tried to cover my breast with hands but he stopped me.

"No need to hide those, now they belong to me" he said and i gulp. The way he is speaking is adding more and more fuel to my firey body.

He cupped my breasts. He placed kiss on my tits and i melted into him. His touch is like symphony to me. He explored every curve of my body. His hands freely roamed all over my body. I arched into his touch and when his finger reached inside my panty, i moaned.