My Vulnerary Husband- our journey towards love - Chapter 258

WARNING: SLIGHTLY MATURE CHAPTER AHEAD

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|Innaya|

The labored breathing of the man sounded alluring in the silent bedroom. Amidst the panting of my own, my mind worked hard to process what just happened.

Turning my head slightly to face Eshan, I dared not to move carelessly. Eshan had his left arm covering his eyes. His chest moved upside down in a steady fast manner as he inhaled and exhaled slowly as if concentrating on keeping his breathing normal. His right hand curled in a tight fist on his chest. His whole body was as stiff as a wooden block. Unconsciously my eyes trailed downward, and I wished I would not have, for there was something…

AH!

Swiftly looking away, I covered my own face. I now understood Eshan’s bizarre reaction and why he looked like he was restraining something. One look at Eshan’s clothed lower half, and I knew that those novels sometimes did not lie…

Damn it!

(> _ _ _ _ _ < )

I remained silent. I was not stupid to invite troubles again. The warm breath of Eshan tickled against my skin gently, causing my face to turn a shade darker if that was humanly possible because I knew my face had already turned red.

The cold lips pressing against my close eyelids caused me to press myself more into sheets. He was not doing anything, but the seemingly small caresses were sending flutters in the pit of my stomach.

“Innaya, you can’t avoid your responsibility. You started this… now you must see that it reaches a perfect end… hmm?” Eshan whispered in my ears.

Since when Eshan learned to talk this way? (O _ O) Ah!

“When did I start anything? I was sleeping soundly. It’s you… you-” who decided to take advantage of me.

I lost my voice to the smirk that was playing on Eshan’s lips. He freed my chin and brought his thumb before my eyes. There were red teeth marks left on the skin of the pad of his thumb.

“Still denying? Who was the one biting this? Sucking on it like an ice-cream, and talking about throwing in the dustbin, huh?” Eshan pressed his thumb in the middle of my lips before tugging at my bottom lip while rubbing a circle on it.

The realization slowly dawned on me. It was no ice-cream, but Eshan’s thumb I was taking liberties with. I was dreaming of eating an ice-cream, and… (O _ O)

AH!!!

With guilt, I looked up to meet his eyes. “Sorry,” I mumbled, tugging at his hand so that he could stop touching my face as he pleased. I was still recovering from the passion he had displayed early.

“Sorry? Hmm… I don’t agree.”

‘I don’t agree.’ That one sentence caused ripples in my heart. What did he mean by not agreeing?

“Can you get off me? W-we can discuss it afterward,” I said, pointing with my eyes to remove his pressing weight. Eshan was not putting his whole weight on me, but he did not need to know that. Handling him from such proximity was creating troubles for me.

Eshan shook his head, his lips turning into a knowing smile. “I’m quite comfortable here. Don’t you think so?”

Comfortable? There was only the absence of sweat to start dripping from my forehead.

Eshan leaned further, his dark eyes watching me as they held a tinge of humor. “So, where were we? Ah! I remember we were talking about you taking the responsibility,” he said playfully.

Out of nowhere, he just swooped down and bit the tip of my nose.

“Ouch!” I rubbed my nose and glared at him. “Are you hungry? Go to the kitchen,” I said, pushing at his chest.

Eshan refused to move. He held both of my hands captive in his left hand before he moved to my face again. I turned my head to my left, avoiding him. Eshan chuckled while his lips landed on my cheek.

The stupid man left a big wet kiss on my cheek, and his throat laughter followed afterward. “What I want to eat is not in the kitchen.”

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