No Other Love: A Small Town Second Chance Romance by Aarti V Raman

Author:Aarti V Raman [Raman, Aarti V]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Karou Publishing
Published: 2024-09-16T00:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Two

Vikrant

‘Turn around,’ I ordered. ‘On your hands and knees.’ I leaned over her ear and said, ‘Please.’

Anika turned around, her hand sliding up to cup my nape, curving to fit all of her body under my body. A soft female I wanted to mark all over. Like that could claim her. Keep her here with me, always.

The knowledge of what awaited me in four days, made me rougher, slightly less caring as I wore the condom I bought in some vain luckless hope, six months ago, and positioned myself against her.

I wanted to fuck her, fuck her hard for the hurt she’d put me through. For being the only person to ever make me this mindless. This base. This possessive.

So, I did. I stroked into her roughly. And watched as her back splotched with heat. I did it again, moving in and out, our scents, our breaths the only things alive in the room.

Anika cried out when I went in the whole way the next time, a tight, snug fit that felt like heaven and hell. She was so wet; it was a separate feeling all on its own…to know she loved me like this. At my animal best.

***

I immediately slid out, appalled that I was getting off on having her submit to me.

But Anika took my dominance. She loved it. She owned it. And kissed the side of my chin. ‘God, more,’ she cried. ‘Please, don’t stop.’

I broke then.

I stopped trying to punish her. I leaned over her, enclosing her in my hold.

She rubbed her back, her ass against me, moving closer. Allowing me every single liberty I wanted to take. Soft in a way she hadn’t been even when we were married and fucking every single day.

But the real knowledge was this realization. She was the one who held me - heart, body, and soul. So, I loved her hard and fast and slow and soft and every way in between. Loved her like it was the only thing left of importance in this world.

In the end, when I climaxed, she was the one who said, ‘Look at me. Don’t look away.’

And I poured into her, my legs pistoning, my pelvis slapping against her hips, a warm Anika mold just for me.

I knew the ugly, sad truth as I came for her and into her.

I was hers. I would never look away from her.

It broke my heart in a permanent final way and made this loving so much more precious and meaningful.

***

After a few minutes of labored breathing, I untangled myself from Anika’s octopus limbs and grabbed the sheet from her. Then, I searched for my shorts and tugged them on with sweaty hands, leaving them unzipped. Cortisol and dopamine flooded my veins, making me feel the happiest and calm I had felt in a long, long time.

Then I shot one look at the love of my life. Her hair was tangled over her face, and she was a sweaty, disheveled mess.

She was fucking beautiful.

No…beauty is subjective, it is genetic too.

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