Khushi nervously looked around at what others might be thinking, as her husband shamelessly stood behind her, having his hands wrapped around her waist, trailing them up and down and creative havoc inside of her.
“Arnav stop, someone will see,” she whispered just as the elevator opened and they stepped in.
“So what,” he replied with a smirk. They were the only ones in the elevator, the door closed and he hit the button to the 11th floor, where their room was located.
“There’s no one here,” Arnav said sauntering towards her, making her take a step back with every advance of hers. He put his arms on either sides of her, imprisoning her body against the elevator wall. He inched closer, their bodies in complete contact now/. Khushi gasped as his body heat now radiated against hers, before she could think further, his lips started trailing against her skin. Moving along her jawline to her ears, he slowly kissed her skin, as if they were soft petals. Khushi tilted her head the other way, giving him more access, drowning herself in pleasure.
His stubble rubbing against her skin made her insides knot up, her chest heaving more than before and making it harder for her to breathe evenly. Nibbling at her earlobe, he traveled his tongue along it also, making her bring her arms up and place them on his shoulder. She wasn’t sure if she could stand any longer, and held his shoulder tighter, causing for her nails to pierce his skin. This earned a deep groan that left his mouth. Her legs would give up any time now, but before she they had the chance, Arnav grabbed her by the waist and pinned her up against the wall. Her feet now an inch or two above the floor. And the next thing she knew, his lips were slammed against her. He moved his hands along her sides, going up and down and feeling the bare skin on her waist. Khushi wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, running them through his hair as he assaulted her mouth. Their tongues dueled as either tried to fully taste the other.
“You taste good,” he murmured against her lips, “Like french wine,” he managed once more.
Khushi was brought back to reality when they heard the sound of the elevator as it approached their floor. Her hands flew to his chest and she pushed him back. Hands placed on her chest, she tried to calm down her breath. She accusingly threw her eyes up at him, for the current situation she was in. Her hair all messed up, the pallu of her sair unpinned and the cloth hanging down, her lipstick was all smeared and her face reddened.
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Fabulous chapter
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