My Vulnerary Husband- our journey towards love - Chapter 259

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. KINDLY PROCEED WITH CAUTION ( > _ <)

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|Innaya|

“Eshan, can you stop talking double meaning things?”

“Darling, I’m being pretty straightforward here. If my meaning is still unclear to you, let me show you with my actions,” saying this, Eshan’s left hand went inside through the cotton pajama top and held my bare waist.

The warm palm caressing my waist, teasingly dancing across my skin, literally caused me to jerk up. Though I was not ticklish, this was far from being ticklish. Eshan’s mere touch with that smoldering gaze caused my stomach to clench.

“W-what exactly are you doing?” I snapped out of it. My voice coming out stammering as the pressing weight of the man and his mischievous fingers made it difficult to remain clear-headed.

Eshan blew air in my ear before pulling my earlobe in his mouth. The soft, tender flesh of my earlobe was a little too sensitive. I shuddered when he sucked slowly on it.

“Can I take liberties with you, Innaya?” Eshan asked, and this time his voice did not sound as playful as before. He sounded more serious. Slowly turning my head, I found his eyes that were scrutinizing me carefully. “For tonight.”

My breath stuck in my throat as I witnessed the guarded and desperate emotions in his eyes. Until now, Eshan seemed to be being playful and had no intention of being serious. Suddenly he felt different as if something was bothering him.

He freed my hands and put some distance between us, though he did not get up completely.

“Just for tonight. I won’t hurt your leg. I’ll be careful,” Eshan added, holding my gaze.

Eshan’s seriousness caused my heart to fall in the turmoil… It did not look like it was something causal, or he was just being excited, but it felt as if he was battling something, and he wanted to find comfort with me… with our intimacy.

Suddenly that night, when we returned from the beach, flashed in my mind, reminding me of that memory when Eshan was seeking reassurance. He had not said anything that night, but I had felt his need for support. This time was no different. Eshan seemed to be seeking emotional and physical support. Despite knowing about my injury, if he was asking about my opinion and wanted to go further, then this was not simple.

Perhaps this was the night where we would be husband and wife in a true sense… belonging to each other completely.

In a split second, I made my decision. Actually, it was not a hasty decision. On our sixth month wedding anniversary, after Eshan left for his trip, I had thought about it. That afternoon’s incident had reminded me about how I was still keeping my distance from him.

And, after going through so much heartache for the past one month, perhaps it was the right thing to do. Everyone has a different kind of hunger at different points of life. For some people, it could be food. For others, it could be knowledge. Physical and emotional hunger is also a part of our lives.

“Forget it,” Eshan spoke. I did not realize I was spacing out and had ignored him, causing him to misunderstand.

Eshan attempted to get up from above me. The moment he decided to move, the light in his eyes dimmed, and an air of melancholy circled around him. The ocean of his patience shone brilliantly, and his firm sense of self-control gave a feeling of warm blanket that has been recently sun-dried.

Eshan’s way of being himself, without imposing his thoughts, words, and beliefs, was like a presence of the rising sun to the sunflower. The orange-reddish circle of life which starts the journey on the horizon that never compels others to follow its journey, yet the sunflower awaiting the arrival of the lover, can’t help but follow him ardently from afar.

I felt like that sunflower. I could observe Eshan from so close, yet so far, not able to understand how well he hid his feelings and thoughts in the secret chamber of his heart, always giving his best to others.

“You said it. Don’t aggravate my injury.” Tugging at his collar, I pulled him down, surprising him and myself with a kiss that did not stop at a simple peck.

The burst of courage shot me from all sides as if a dark night was suddenly lightened up by a group of fireflies. With my newly profound courage, I wrapped my arms around Eshan’s neck as he fell on top of me by being caught unaware.

Just like those waves in the ocean relentlessly journeying forward in hope of meeting the shore, my lips moved to his. The bliss of first rain after a sweltering summer faded in-front of this feeling of proactively proclaiming my love through action. This man had always given. He was extremely capable of taking in what he desires, yet he never did.

Taking the reins in my hands gave me confidence, which intensified with the relief and a surprise that flashed across Eshan’s face. It only lasted for a moment before Eshan willingly moved in my arms, taking in everything happily that I was offering.

Our lips danced in beautiful harmony, tongues reaching out for a battle of affection. Through the gaps in my fingers, his silky smooth hair escaped like water, until I gripped those black strands in a fist. Eshan’s lips pressed further into mine, his hand slipped behind my head. My back arched on the bed as I tried to match his passion.

Just like evaporating water vapor, I freed all the thoughts from my mind. The woman in me wanted to live the moment to the fullest, without having the slightest tinge of doubts in my heart. These kisses, I had missed them, to say the least.

Eshan’s other hand wandered inside my top through the opening he found near my waist. I gasped in his mouth for air as I felt the rise in temperature. Suddenly I could feel myself wishing for something more.

“Innaya,” Eshan rasped, ending the kiss with a deep smooch. “I-” His eyes dropped down to my shirt before they met mine. Those brown orbs waited for permission.

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