Scarred Love - Chapter 56

Ishani tied her hair in a tight and big claw clip and picked up her bags and mobile. Dragging the luggage towards the drawing room, she placed it near the sofa and was about to venture to the bedroom again when the doorbell rang.

Knowing who it would be, she opened the door with a smile but it disappeared seeing Manna.

“Good morning, Ishani Ma’am. I am here to take the bags,” he said cheerfully.

Disappointed, she stepped aside and watched him pick up her suitcase and exit with a smile.

Where is Rudra?

Huffing, she turned and went inside the bedroom, and stood in front of the temple folding her hands in prayer. As her gaze fell on the Shivling all her doubts and fears vanished and she lost herself.

Rudra came and stood near the door and looked at her. She was wearing a sleeveless yellow shirt with blue jeans and by the look of it; it was more than just slim fit. The snugness of the jeans emphasised every part of long legs. 

Even the shirt didn’t hide anything for the imagination. Its tight bodice pressed against the suppleness of breasts and he tried to control the burning heat erupting in his loins.

His eyes fell on that tight ass and he turned. Enough ogling, his inner-self chided him.

He was standing in the middle of the drawing room clenching his hands into fists when he felt her fingers touching his shoulder. Smiling, he turned and was instantly bowled over. There was not a hint of makeup on her face; just the kajal and believe it or not, it was enough to put his mind on the overdrive.

Although her hair was all tied up in a bun on the top of her head, a strand had managed to slip out and fall on her left cheek. Instinctively, his hand went up to it and he wound it around his finger and pulled a little. 

The silken strand slowly slipped through his fingers and suddenly his mind was bombarded with images of her being naked sprawled on his bed with hair spread across his pillow.

“Rudra!?”

Her voice filtered in but he was so much into the image that his senses refused to register her call. Instead, her voice attracted his attention to her tempting lips and the way they quivered. His thumb glided past her cheek and started to trace the outline of her lips.

The best thing he liked about them was their sheer nudity. Since the time he had known her, he had never seen her put any artificial colour on it. Their blatant rawness tempted him to kiss and lick their velvety smoothness every time he saw them driving him crazy.

Ishani shivered as his thumb pressed on her lower lip and dragged it along. Her whole body shook with electric sensations that zipped from everywhere and she closed her eyes to savour the pleasure. Almost instantly she felt him pull her more into him. 

Just as her body collided with his, her hand landed on his heart. Shocked yet enthralled with its heavy drumming against her palm, she opened her eyes and looked at him.

The passion in them was so intoxicating that her mind started to buzz with its effect. Drowning and struggling for air, she inched closer and immediately his lips landed on hers.

But this time rather than coaxing her to open her mouth, he almost commanded with his body. 

Arching her head back, Rudra pushed her towards the wall and pressed himself into her.

Ishani moaned into his mouth and suddenly felt the heat in her double up as his tongue plunged into her mouth. And, she didn’t wait for the invitation; rubbing her lower half to his, she drove her tongue inside his mouth and kissed him with every bit of passion that was fuelling her mind.

Rudra groaned inaudibly feeling her lower abdomen touch his manhood. One part of his mind was telling him to stop but another was urging him to take her here and now. Not caring, he ravished her mouth and grabbed her ass, and squeezed it.

Whimpering uncontrollably, she twined her fingers into his hair and tugged hard.

“Ishani!” he growled letting go of her mouth.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. His ragged breathing was proof enough that he was as aroused as she was and it was enticing enough for her. Grabbing and tugging his hair, she pulled his head down and fused her mouth to his.

Groaning, Rudra squeezed her butt and lifted her up and instantly felt her legs wrapped around his waist. The moment her legs tightened around him, her heated core touched his swollen manhood, and he lost all control.

Struggling and stumbling, he somehow managed to get into the bedroom and kicked the door shut. His knees touched the bed and he let her go.

Together they collapsed on the bed and he pressed himself fully into her brushing his engorged flesh between her legs.

Ishani’s body reacted instantaneously and she lifted herself meeting him midway. His mouth caressed past her cheek and landed on her exposed throat, and she whimpered as he started to bite and lick the spot.

She was so caught up in the sensations rising in her body and the pleasure of having him this close to her that her thinking was completely incoherent. 

However, her hands still found their own way of showing him what she wanted. They clutched the sides of his shirt and pulled hard to release them from the confines of his pants. The moment they were free, her hands went inside the shirt and touched the exposed skin.

The shock of her hands touching his naked flesh rocked through Rudra’s body and he stilled savouring the sensations. Breathing hard, he lifted his head and looked at her and found his answer.

She wanted him; right here, right now.

As his hand travelled down between them, he lifted himself a little and then placed his fingers on the zipper of her jeans.

Ishani waited for his touch with bated breath.

Suddenly his fingers slipped below and cupped her heated core hard against the cloth.

Wreathing with pleasure, she arched her back as her head fell back and he slithered towards her thighs.

Just as he reached the waistband, he opened the button and her head shot up to look at him.

Without taking his gaze off her, Rudra lowered his head and took zipper between his teeth and pulled it down.

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