Page 230 of The Redemption
She tries to stop me by pressing a finger against my lips, but I gently move it aside. “... and that breathless look in your eyes when you’ll finally confess how much you love me.”
Something flickers in her eyes at those words. “You think I’d forgotten? I remember you still haven’t told me you loveme.”
The flush on her face is replaced by a naughty grin. Siya slides her arms around my neck and leans closer.
“Then make me say it. I’ve heard there’s nothing impossible for you.”
My eyes darken instantly.
I love challenges, especially the ones coming from her. Before I can respond, she pulls away again with another teasing smile.
“But for now…” She reaches up to remove the necklace around her neck. “Let me get rid of this jewellery. It’s so heavy.”
I catch her hand before she can remove anything. Turning her around, I let my gaze travel over her before reaching for the dupatta on her head. I begin removing the countless pins holding it until it slips free. Putting it away, I move to the clasp of her necklace. Siya shivers as I unhook it and place it aside. One by one, I take off each piece of jewellery from her body, my eyes never leaving her for long.
When I finally reach for the doris (ties) at the back of her top, Siya turns around, places both her palms against my chest, and pushes me. I fall back onto the bed, half sitting and half lying down, balancing myself on my elbows as I look up at her. She looks entirely too pleased with herself.
“Patience, RK,” she giggles. “And don’t tell me you’ve already started expecting certain things from tonight just because that’s how mafia marriages usually work.” Her eyes sparkle mischievously. “Don’t get your hopes up too high. Earning myconsent for our wedding night won’t be as easy as earning one for remarrying me.”
I know she’s just teasing me, and I f*cking love it.
Before she can move away, I push myself up, grab her wrist, and pull her towards me. Siya stumbles straight into my arms. The next thing I know, I’m almost lying back while she’s half sprawled over me.
I look up at her, my hands resting firmly around her waist. “Princess, I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. Since then, I’ve been living on edge.” My gaze drops briefly to her lips before returning to her eyes. “Don’t test my patience tonight.”
Siya only smiles. The look on her face tells me she wants this too. She’s just making me work for it. Before she can tease me further, I shift and roll her onto the mattress. Siya gasps as she lands beneath me. I brace myself over her. She looks up at me, her cheeks flushed. I catch both her wrists and pin them above her head before lowering my face to the curve of her neck and kissing her pulse.
Siya shivers. I can feel her every single reaction… the catch in her breath, the way her body leans into me, the silent invitation in her touch. My wife isn’t resisting me. She’s just giving me every reasonnotto stop.
“You want this just as much as I do, Siya,” I whisper, releasing her wrists. “Accept it.”
The moment she’s free, her fingers slide into my hair and pull me closer.
So impatient. Just like me.
“I want you to be mine tonight… heart, body, and soul.”
Our lips find each other the very next second. Kissing Siya is the only kiss I know. It’s imprinted in my soul now, and I can never stop with just one. My tongue slips into her mouth, and she welcomes me, cupping the nape of my neck and kissing me back. Her fingers move to the buttons of my shirt while mineuntie the remaining doris at the back. We pull apart only for her to get rid of her top and her lehenga.
She’s sprawled on the bed now in just her black lingerie. I take a moment to simply admire her. The woman beneath me, my wife, is simply breathtaking.
Her eyes darken with desire the moment I shrug my shirt off my shoulders. Siya reaches for me again, her palm gliding across my chest before wandering lower, exploring my body leisurely. I close my eyes as her fingertips roam over my bare skin, every gentle caress making me want her even more.
Only Siya could turn me into putty with her touch.
When her knuckles graze my a*ousal, my eyes open again. The awe in her expression is such a turn on.
“The gods really knew what they were doing when they created you, Raghav,” she murmurs, her fingers still brushing over my hard-on. “And they created you only for me.”
I look at her, surprised. She’s right. I was made only for her. Just like Siya was always meant to be mine.Only mine.
Grabbing her wrist, I pin her hand again to the mattress and lean over her.
“I have been too patient, Siya. But I can’t anymore… unless you want me to.”
She holds my gaze for a moment, then a wide smile spreads across her face telling me everything I need to know.
SIYA
