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The party goes on post the cake cutting. The music is blaring loudly and a deejay is spinning some of the latest English and Hindi tracks. Jasmine and my cousins pull me in to dance and as I sway with them, a flicker of warmth rushes down my nape. I turn and clash eyes with Damien who is silently watching me from a corner.
I raise my hand up in the air and bring it down slowly to run it down my hair, and even from afar, I see his teeth scrape over his lower lip. He drinks from the whiskey glass as I continue to move my hips and dance to the beat of the fabulous Hindi song being played. It’s a mix of slow and fast beats, and suits my attempt at seduction perfectly.
Damien’s eyes never leave me. His grey green gaze lasers in on me, making goose bumps erupt on my skin as I continue to move to the music.
When I had planned for tonight, I thought I would have to convince him to move past the horrid last week, but I was so glad when he messaged me himself. He’s obviously been as lost as I was the past few days.
God! I need him like I need air to breathe and looking at him, dressed in that wine-red Modi jacket with a black shirt and black trousers staring at me with hunger etched on his face, is giving me a dizzying rush.
Jas clutches my elbow. “Why are you looking so infatuated with your husband tonight, Aaliya?”
I chuckle. “Because we were fighting and we’ve only just made up.”
She grins. I spin back and Damien is no longer where he was standing earlier.
A wrinkle forms between my brows as I search for him through the crowd. Suddenly, warm hands caress my waist before pulling me into a hard chest. I swivel and wrap my arms around Damien’s shoulders and we move in tune to the music.
He pulls me closer and his lips graze my forehead, sending a flicker of awareness pulsing down my body. I push closer to him and enjoy hearing his breath hitch.
“I can’t wait to get you home,” he whispers in my ear.
“I have a better plan,” I announce with a naughty grin. “Come with me.”
I draw him towards the entrance and then down the long corridor to a row of elevators where I pull out a keycard and swipe it inside the console and press the button for the seventh floor.
“Wait, you have a room here?” he asks, dazed. At my nod, he adds, “And Mike? He will throw a fit if we disappear like that.”
“Don’t worry, he knows the plan.”
“Plan? What plan?”
“The one where I seduce my husband,” I whisper in his ear, biting the shell.
At his harsh exhale, I shift to stand demurely beside him, but he keeps me close, wrapping an arm around me.
“Mike is sitting with the hotel security as we speak scanning the elevator,” I point my chin to the camera in the lift.
“How?”
“Because the owner of the hotel is a friend—our friend, actually.”
Damien doesn’t respond. Instead, he caresses the skin on my waist as the elevator rides up to the seventh floor.
The moment we shut the door of the room, we reach for one another. Our lips touch and I swear I can feel electricity crackling between us.
Damien ravishes my mouth, taking charge like he always does, and I love it. His hands skim up my bare waist and reach up to caress the sides of my breasts. He spins me around so my back hits his chest. His mouth immediately latches on to the curve of my neck. He suckles there hard and tingles of pleasure shoot across my skin. I’m sure he’s left a mark from where he continues to assault my neck.
“God! Damien! I n...need y...you,” I fumble as my mind begins to whirl.
He unknots the string at my nape and then unhooks my blouse. My pinned-up sari falls to the floor with the blouse and Damien’s hands capture my breasts.
“Mine. You are all mine and so fucking beautiful,” he whispers against my hair.
I moan aloud and my head falls back against his chest as he thumbs my nipples and circles them with his fingers, making me dizzy with need.
By the time he pulls me out of my clothes, I’m a weak mess and he spreads me on the bed, his eyes raking me. Desire, red and hot, blasts through me, making me tremble.
“Please...” I beg. “It’s been too long.”
He rubs his lower lip, carefully considering me. He’s fully dressed while I am displayed like a feast for him on the bed. Desire coats my body, rushing through every fiber of my being. And then his eyes latch onto something I had left purposely on the bed.
His lips quirk, slow and sure, and he leans over me to lift the black silk Louis Vuitton scarf he had gifted me months ago from the pillow I had draped it on.
“My beautiful wife, you thought of everything, didn’t you?” He plays with the silk in his hands, his gaze never leaving me even once.
When I squirm under his heated gaze and clamber to rise up, he drops a knee near my hip and bends forward and blindfolds me with the scarf.
I fall back on the bed with a gasp.
“That stays on, am I clear?” he whispers, nibbling on my ear.
At my nod, he shifts from the bed.
“Look at you, Aaliya. You look fabulous, draped only in the jewelry I bought you for our wedding and this scarf covering your eyes.”
The jewelry I bought you...
His words!
“Damien, my God!” I rise up on my elbows. “Have you remembered...”
My hand reaches to lift the scarf off my face, but he stops me.
“Aaliya, I said the scarf stays on,” he warns. “We will talk later.”
I drop back on the bed and there is silence all around me. He is too quiet. My skin pulses with small bursts of shock as I feel him standing at the foot of the bed watching me.
All my senses are heightened under the pitch darkness that envelops my vision. Add to that the excitement from knowing that Damien has regained his memory, and I feel like a mess trying to keep a check on everything that is happening in this moment. I feel so overwhelmed, afraid I might just burst out from all the pleasure. Damien moves—I hear him shift. I can hear the sounds of him stripping. I inhale and his exotic scent drifts through my nostrils, more amplified than ever. I even sense it when he lowers to his knees on the floor near the bed.
His hot breath caresses the inside of my thigh and desire floods through me like a tidal wave. His mouth trails a path down one leg and then the other, until he reaches my foot and kisses my toe.
And suddenly, he clasps my calves, pulling me to the end of the bed and his mouth clamps around my center.
Whimpers escape my lips as he sucks on that spot, which makes my body ignite like tinder and without any sight, I can only feel. And oh how much I feel! Every touch of his is highlighted, every caress sharpened. My mind numbs to everything and the only thing I can make sense of is the way he is setting my body in flames. My head tosses from side to side as every vein, nerve and cell in my body lights up.
Damien continues to suck on my nub and then his fingers find my center and he plunges one inside me.
But it’s not enough. I need...
“More...” I breathe out.
He plunges another finger inside my molten core and I begin to tremble from the explosion of sensation.
His mouth continues to suck at my center while his fingers stroke my core. Damien curves a long finger inside me, reaching a particularly vulnerable spot and that’s it! I dissolve into a million pieces.
When I finally come down from the most earth-shattering experience in my life, I open my eyes and I’m disoriented by the darkness surrounding me. Damien climbs on the bed and lifts the scarf off my eyes. It takes me a second to get accustomed to the light, but then he falls on top of me and my eyes drift shut again. I moan at the delicious friction of his hard body pressing against my soft curves. His mouth sucks my nipple hard and I thrust against him.
I want him inside me now.
“I missed you Aaliya,” he says between my breasts. He kisses the scar left by my shooting incident. “This whole week was a fucking disaster. From the moment you were shot, it’s...it’s been a nightmare.”
He bites my nipple and then soothes it with his tongue over and over again, repeating the same on my other breast while I continue to buck wildly around him.
“Damien!”
“I’m going to give you everything—whatever you need Aaliya,” he growls, his eyes wild, like he is losing his grip on sanity.
“Now, please,” I murmur.
“Yes!” he roars and buries himself inside me to the hilt.
I grab his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist as he powers inside my body, his hard, fast strokes consuming me.
His hands lift my bottom off the bed as his thrusts become wilder, giving me just the friction I need. I shut my eyes as his lips touch mine and my orgasm is ripped from me, the same time he yells my name, emptying inside me.
