As the car pulled into the driveway, I looked up at the imposing pent house, my eyes wide with awe. I turned to Ashtram, my smile growing bigger. "Your home is... enormous," I whispered, my voice barely containing my amazement.
He chuckled, parking the car in the underground garage. He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to face me, "I spend quite a bit of time here. It's closer to the city and my offices, so it's convenient," he explained, getting out of the car and coming around to open my door.
I took his offered hand, stepping out of the car. I gazed up at the pent house again, my head tilted slightly. "Convenient, huh? It's more like a palace!" I giggled, as we walked towards the entrance together.
He smirked at my amused reaction, intertwining his fingers with mine as we approached the entrance. "Well, I suppose it does bear a resemblance to a palace, in terms of grandeur. But to me, it's just a place to rest my head between storms."
He led me into the opulent lobby, the gleaming marble floor reflecting the soft lighting. With a swift motion, he called the elevator, the doors sliding open silently. "After you, my angel" he said with a playful wink, gesturing for me to step inside.
I stepped into the elevator, my eyes widening as I took in the luxurious interior. I turned to face him as he joined me, our hands still intertwined. "You know, for a storm chaser, you're quite the gentleman," I say softly.
As the elevator began to ascend, I leaned against the cool metal wall, my gaze never leaving Ashtram's face. I bit my lower lip, as I ask hesitantly. "Did you... did you bring any girl before to your place, or am I special?"
His expression softened as he stepped closer, one hand resting against the elevator wall beside my head. "No, I've never brought anyone else here," he said quietly but firmly, his eyes meeting mine with an intense sincerity."Yakin maniye aap jesi kabhi koi mere dil mai nh bas paayi Jaan aur na kabhi bas sakti hai. My heart, my home, my everything... it's all yours, Angel. No other girl will ever set foot in this place, or in my heart, because you've claimed them both completely."
A deep blush spreading across my cheeks. I reached up, softly tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips. "Then why me? Why now?" my voice was barely above a whisper, tinged with both curiosity and a hint of nervousness.
He caught my hand, gently pressing a kiss to my fingertips, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made the elevator feel smaller. "Because I've been waiting for this storm my whole life. Waiting for someone who sees past my fortune, my title, and loves me - just me." He says. My breath hitched as he kissed my fingertips, and my eyelids fluttered closed for a brief.
He releases my hand, stepping back as the elevator doors open, revealing the lavish living room of his penthouse. The city skyline stretches out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a breathtaking view that seems to stretch on forever. "Welcome to my home, My Angel."
I spun around slowly, taking in the opulent surroundings - the plush sofas, the grand piano in the corner, the abstract art on the walls. I walked over to the window, pressing my palm against the cold glass. "It's beautiful, Ash."
He moved behind me, his hands finding my waist as he gazed out at the city lights reflecting in my eyes. "Not as beautiful as you standing here," he murmered softly.
A shiver ran down my spine at his words, but I was indeed feeling a bit chilled now that the adrenaline from exploring was wearing off. I leaned back slightly into his touch."You should change Angel, your clothes are wet, you might get sick", he says softly.
A slight, embarrassed blush creeps across my face as I turn to look at him over my shoulder. "About that... I didn't exactly plan for this part, I don't even have clothes to change."
His eyes sparkle with amusement and says "Don't worry about it, You can wear something of mine." He looks her up and down, taking in her wet, clinging clothes.
My blush deepens at his appreciative gaze, and I bites my lip, suddenly feeling very aware of my state of undress. As he leads me upstairs, I can't help but admire the elegant decor and the sheer size of his bedroom - a king-sized bed, a large walk-in closet, and an en-suite bathroom.
He opens the closet door, revealing rows of tailored shirts. He pulls out a soft, white shirt "Here, this should fit you," he says, holding out the shirt "And the bathroom is through that door."
I glanced over at My Angel, as she stepped into the bathroom. I also finished shrugging off my wet clothes, exposing the sculpted lines of my torso.
Suddenly my breath catches at the sight of my Angel, emerging from the bathroom draped in my white shirt, the fabric hanging loose on her slender frame yet somehow highlighting every curve. I stand frozen, momentarily stunned by the picture she makes - my angel, baptized in rain and now wrapped in my essence, "fucking heaven," I mutter to myself.
She wraps the shirt around herself consciously, the hem hitting mid-thigh on her petite frame. Her eyes roam over my bare chiseled chest, the defined muscles, and the tantalizing 'V' that disappears into my low-slung sweatpants. She swallows hard, her eyes flicking back up to my face, only to find me staring at her intently.
A slow, wicked smile spreads across my face as I takes in her appreciative gaze. I take a step towards her, my movements fluid and deliberate.
Her breath hitches as she watches me approach, her heart racing beneath my loose shirt.
I stop just inches away, close enough that she can feel the warmth radiating off my bare chest. I reach out and gently pull her into my arms, my large hands splaying out on her lower back possesively.
I whisper, my voice low and husky as I look down at her, "You look better in my clothes than I ever do." My arms tighten around her waist, drawing her closer until there's nothing but warmth between us. "But this shirt..." I murmur, my thumbs slowly circling over her back, my breath grazing her skin. "It looks far too good on you. I might just have to keep you in my shirts from now on."
She shivers at my words, her hands resting gently against my bare chest, feeling the steady thrum of my heartbeat. A small, startled gasp escapes her lips as I lift her effortlessly into my arms, holding her against me. My blue eyes capture hers, intense and unyielding, as I carry her to the plush cream couch in my bedroom.
"You look like a temptress sent to test my limits," I murmur, my lips brushing against her forehead as I settle onto the couch, arranging her comfortably in my lap. My hands splay across her thighs, fingers tracing slow, idle patterns on her skin. She nestles against me, a contented sigh slipping from her lips, her arms draping loosely around my neck. Her fingers find the short hairs at my nape, playing with them absentmindedly, sending small shivers down my spine.
My lips descend upon her neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses along her collarbone. I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, her scent wrapping around me like a spell. My breath fans against her skin, and she tilts her head back, granting me silent permission. A breathy moan escapes her lips as my mouth trails upward, my kisses slow, reverent, as if worshipping her.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, her back arching ever so slightly, pressing herself closer to me. A deep, satisfied hum rumbles in my chest at her response. My hands glide up her back, one tangling gently in her damp hair while the other rests against her waist, holding her as if she might slip away.
With a deliberate slowness, I reach for the buttons of my shirt that she's wearing. My fingers hover over the buttons of my shirt she’s wearing, hesitation flickering through me. I want this—but more than that, I need her to want it too.
I meet her gaze, my voice quiet, uncertain. "Is this okay?"
She exhales softly, her fingers curling over mine in silent reassurance. A small nod. "Yes."
Relief and desire intertwine as I undo just a few buttons, my fingertips grazing her warm skin. A quiet groan escapes me as I take in the delicate curves revealed.
"Damn, Angel," I murmur against her ear, my lips grazing the sensitive skin. "You're breathtaking."
Her breath hitches, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with mine. My calloused fingers spread out just beneath her breast, feeling the wild beat of her heart against my palm. I press soft, open-mouthed kisses from her neck to her collarbone, each one lingering, savoring. My lips find the swell of her breast, trailing warmth and reverence over her skin.
A soft whimper tumbles from her lips as she presses into my touch. "A...Ash..." she breathes, her voice trembling. Her hands weave through my hair, holding me closer, as if she never wants this moment to end.
Tilting her chin up, I capture her lips in a kiss—deep, unhurried, filled with every emotion I can't yet put into words. My tongue dances with hers, coaxing, exploring, savoring her taste like a forbidden indulgence. One hand grips her hip, pulling her flush against me, leaving no space between us, only warmth and longing.
When I finally break the kiss, our chests rise and fall in tandem, breaths mingling in the small space between us. Slowly, almost reluctantly, I button her shirt back up, as if trying to regain control over the fire raging inside me. My forehead rests against hers, my fingers stroking her cheek.
I close my eyes and bury my face in her neck, breathing her in, grounding myself in the feel of her in my arms. "You undo me, Angel," I murmur against her skin, my voice barely above a whisper. "And I never want to be put back together."
My voice comes out in a husky whisper against her neck "You must be tired... come, let's get you to bed." Without waiting for her response, I stands up with her still in my arms, carrying her effortlessly towards the bed. My strong arms hold her close against my chest, one hand supporting her back while the other hand cradles her head against my shoulder. "Just relax..."
I lay her down gently on the soft bed, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear with a tender smile. "Sleep now, my Jaan." I pulls the blanket up to cover her, giving her a light kiss on the forehead before straightening.
She smiles up at me, her eyes already drooping with exhaustion. "Thank you," she murmurs, snuggling deeper under the covers. "For everything." She watches me for a moment before her eyes drift closed.
I quietly exits the room, heading towards the bathroom. Once inside, I turn the shower to the coldest temperature possible, stepping underneath the icy water with a groan. The cold shocks my system, helping to calm my racing heart and quell the fire that rages within me. "Fuck," I mutter to myself.
I ended up taking five consecutive cold showers, each one helping to slowly cool my overheated body and clear my mind. By the fifth shower, I am shivering and my teeth are chattering, but I finally feels like I regained some semblance of control over my emotions. "damn it."
After the shower, I came back to the room and smiling softly at the sight of her peaceful sleeping form, I moves silently to the balcony, lighting up a cigarette. The cool night air helps clear my head further as I leans against the railing.
Finally, I carefully slides into bed behind her, pulling her sleeping form into my arms. I nuzzles my face into her hair, inhaling her scent deeply. Relaxing into the warmth of her body, I allows my eyes to droop closed. The steady rhythm of her breathing lulls me into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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