A Beauty So Cursed by Beena Khan

Chapter 18

One week later

Miran and I were tumbled in the sheets together, clothes on.

“You called me a child once,” I mused. “You didn’t marry me because you said I was too young for you.”

“Yes, I did because I thought you were innocent,” he teased, making me smile. “But you turned out to be more like a demon, so sue me for growing feelings.”

I giggled at his backhanded compliment.

“You like to banter and rile me up. You like my mean side.”

I grinned widely. “I like your gentle side too, the one where you’d shown at my wedding, when you carried me, held my hand... and opened the door for me.”

“Oh, yeah?” he murmured.

He brushed the very tip of his fingers down my cheekbone. I was caught up in the electricity, in its unruly nature. They moved down my jaw, traveling slowly over the hollow of my throat to tease the collar of my nightie.

My knees trembled. My chest rose and plummeted.

He was underneath me, and I wrestled with my battle of desire to pull him closer. His breaths grew shallow, and he pulled my head closer to him, dropping his forehead to mine. His fingers flicked open the top two buttons of my nightgown. Another two buttons slipped free, and his hand slid inside to knead my bare breast, making me gasp. His thumb strummed my nipple, and it came alive under his touch, setting off an ache deep in my belly.

“I need in,” he breathed.

My fingers dug into my palms, trapped below me. I wasn’t ashamed that my body reacted favorably. I grew uncomfortably damp, my femininity tightening, hammering like my heart.

His movements were slow as he pursued my mouth, then my breasts.

His hands were so big and warm on them.

Every molecule in my body switched to high alert.

“What if tonight all of your fantasies come true?”

My heart rapped urgently.

I liked the fantasy of the two of us wrapped together. It was so perfect, so fitting for us.

I made a pathetic sound as he kissed me. His mouth invaded mine with his strokes of tongue, and I let him. My hands were all over him, desperately trying to memorize every inch of his body. They were too busy feeling the softness of his hair and the roughness of his beard. My heart awakened again and lurched painfully forward.

I was a desert ground, and he was the rainfall.

I was starving for this man as if I’d been waiting for him for so long.

My fingers tangled in his shirt, stripping it off. He kissed the hollow of my throat and the underside of my chin. Heat seared from the inside, growing hotter with every touch of his lips on my flesh.

“It’s hard not to come just by looking at you,” he murmured.

My senses overloaded, my inhales and exhales rattled in my ears. My mouth was swollen from being kissed, and my nipples ached.

He pulled my nightie and underwear off. Strong hands lifted my bottom. Startled, my hands grabbed for the sheets, but I only ended up grabbing air. I landed on something soft and wet. Dazed, I opened my mouth to speak, but the words got stuck in my throat when he rubbed his nose on my slick folds.

With my mouth open, I gripped his hair, and a shudder wrecked me so hard, and my teeth shattered as he licked me. I’d never done this with him before, not like this, not on his face. He continued lapping at me like a starved animal.

My whispers and screams fill the air. I lost my mind when his tongue licked me again and again. My fingers spear into his hair, pulling him closer. I was getting wetter by the second, and his hands gripped my aching breasts roughly. I shattered when I released in his mouth. Breathing hard, he didn’t even give me a second to adjust, before he lowered me on his waist, pressing his shaft to my tightness before he slid inch by inch. I didn’t know when his pants and boxers came off.

He lowered my body, and my swollen breasts rubbed against his face, and he raked his teeth against them.

He claimed me.

Pounded into me.

My body was in a state of shock and bliss, our hips slapping against one another.

“You’ve been driving me crazy since day one,” he whispers.

“What? But yo-” I protest, but he only commanded with a “Hush,” making me shut up.

“You’re perfect, so perfect, and so mine. You’re all I want. You’re all I need.”

He licked my neck, my throat, and my breasts, tasting me all over again.

Heat enveloped me, wrapping me tightly in its grip.

His fingers holding my waist were light, but his mouth was hot. Too hot that it burned my scorching body.

I looked away, riding him faster and harder. I reached aimlessly for his head and tangled my fingers in his hair once I found them. He planted himself so deep inside of me, and I throbbed again, wanting more of him. I liked the feel, the grind of me on his manhood.

I closed my eyes.

“I wanna see your eyes.”

My eyes snapped open, and I was greeted with darkness.

“There’s no point. I can’t see,” I whispered with an ache.

“But I wanna see you.”

My eyes bore down, and they filled up with water.

“Why?” I whispered.

“Because my fucking world is in those eyes.”

His words came out so sure, leaving me entangled in them. My swallow was audible, and my heart deranged with fear and hope. Nothing could stop his palms from skimming up my sides, cupping, and kneading my body. The swell of my erect nipples against his palms almost made me lose control.

“I like your eyes on me,” he continued, “I’ve always hated it when you stare at the ground.” My thundering heart soared into the sky. “When I’m inside of you, your eyes turn watery and hazy. When they’re angry, they turn darker in shade. And right now… when they’re shy, they look afraid and that turns me the fuck on. They’re so expressive.”

I blushed so hard, and I attempted to look away again, but he grabbed my chin, tilting it. I sensed him lifting himself from the bed, I paused when his chest rubbed against mine.

I was still inside of him.

“And these scars of yours. I love these little warrior marks.”

Miran dragged his teeth along my jaw, kissing the burns on my cheek one by one.

I am not crying. I am not crying.

Screw it, I am.

The wounds tingled under his warm mouth, coming to life, but this time the pressure was nice.

He swept a tongue down my throat, tasting me, while my heartbeat ran wild. His hand skimmed, finding the small pebble of my nipple. Rolling in between his finger and thumb, he pinched it so hard, I cried out. They were too sensitive, but I didn’t want to use my safe word.

Without thinking I asked, “Why can’t I use red as my safe word?”

He paused. “Because red is overused.”

Oh. I giggled.

“Gold reminds me of your eyes.”

I stopped laughing, my breath hitched.

“You’re obsessed,” I whispered.

I never had someone obsessed with me like the way he was. Like the way, he noticed the little things about me.

“I am,” he only replied shamelessly.

He was addicted to me like I was to him.

My hips rose as I moved against him. The deep slide stretched me out and I moaned against his lips. His fingers dug against my hips confidently, controlling the up and down movements of my body. He slammed into me so hard that it brought tears into my eyes along with a scream hurling from my throat. It was a blissful pain, the kind that hurts, thrilled, and aroused me at the same time.

“So fucking tight.” He pushed his hips against mine. “I’m the only one who gets to fuck you.”

My eyes lit up at his filthy, possessive mouth and I smiled. He was like a drug. A tempting drug I was high on. Moving his mouth across my cheek, he captured my earlobe in his mouth and bit it. His hand moved from my chest, over my belly to my thighs.

I squirmed on his lap which inflamed me even more. Grabbing me by the hair, he wrenched my head back and took possession of my mouth, swallowing my moans, and I tasted myself on him. I cried out throughout the whole night, and my restless body collapsed on top of his.

I lost the number of times I came.

My mind floated in the air, and I snuggled up against his chest on top of him. Slowly, our breathing resumed until I could hear the steady beating of his heart against my ear.

Music to my ears.

“Marry me.”

I froze.

After a beat, my head jerked up wildly, afraid I’d heard him wrong. My heart dropped to my stomach, and tears brimmed my eyes.

“Are you serious?” I whispered.

“Yes. I want a life with you.”

Words had deserted me, and I sniffled.

“You never answered the question,” he spoke with hesitation.

Miran sounded nervous, and it made me bawl my eyes out.

Yes. Yes. A million times yes.

“I’ve wanted nothing more.”