Chapter 27
[A/N: Heylo peeps. Have you guys ever done lunges? Yes? No? Please don't ever even try doing them. And even more, if your trainer wants you to do them, tell him he is a devil spawn... BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT THEY ARE! Trainers are devil's own agents trying to give you a taste of hell... I so cannot feel my legs anymore. Why the phuck, you might ask, that I do it, huh? Well, when your phucking BF and you yourself want a phucking body like Deepika Padukone... You phucking shut your mouth and phucking let the devil spawn torment the phucking daylights out of you.
Alright, rant over. Chapter Start. Go Read. Comment.]
He saw the faintly shimmering skin that was now exposed as he had removed the cloth from her shoulder, and gulped down hard. It looked so divine, so luscious, that she must surely bathe in silver every day. He tore his eyes off of the exposed flesh, and looked into her eyes, asking for permission silently, and all he saw was mischief.
"Are you going to remain a statue, My Precious? Where did all your alacrity vanish off to?" She teased him, and he knew there was no going back.
He grabbed a fistful of fabric from her other shoulder, pulling it down a little roughly than he had done the previous one, and marveling at the exposed nape, couldn't control his lust anymore.
First his eyes feasted on it to his heart's content, and next was his mouth's turn. He bent down, and with all the hunger in the world, his tongue openly licked her neck, tracing a path downward to her clavicle. Next, he drew an invisible line, on her clavicle with his tongue, his hot breath a little too hot on her skin.
He had had a taste of her, but his hunger had just increased ten folds for her. It was time he started biting into her delicious skin. He could almost feel the animalistic greed cloud his eyes.