The folds of the lake shimmer, as small fairy lamps, illuminate the area with golden glitter. And as the orange in the sky blends with the gray hue, the light slowly blends with the air reaching every small corner across the lake. People flood in amidst the chants of the monk, placing the small fairy lamps in pristine circles to create a safe circle to bless the auspicious day with their wishes and blessings. Looking from afar, tucked in the chambers the entire place looks prepared for someone who is about to marry and dedicate their entire lives to someone, something to signify love, and purity. But all the fuss is about the acceptance and the binding of a person to a royal. Even if it means they lose everything they have. The ritual of bathing was created to ensure that both the people remain untouched by anyone outside for the next five days, and all the body must feel is the presence and the love from the person in the bond. Well, the irony of the situation- nothing about the bo
I walk down the road scattering its golden dust on my feet, the white silk on my gown conflicting, and blending the shades of silver. The path turns narrower, shedding one person each behind my back as we move forward until all that is left is me walking to the center of the lake. My toes dip on the edge of the lake, as it clutches onto the warmth seeping through the fairy lamps, but as I walk forward through the folds of silver the water turns cold sending shivers through me in the cold night. Spectators watch me through the end of thirty -six circles, as heads tip-toe above each other to get a view of the ceremony. I take a deep breath through the chill of the water, as the monk on the edge tells me to stand in the coinciding hexagons. He chants verses, blessings, and prayers, as I dip myself in the water until it reaches my chest. “Dip your head in the water. This will wash you off every touch that you have had until now.”, the monk says, and I dip inside the water. The water sl
I turn on my heels, raising the bottle in the air to hit the person when the bottle gets caught in mid-air, as a hand covers my mouth. My eyes widen in disbelief, as I shrug away from the grasp of Max, standing in front. “Why the hell are you sneaking around?”, I whisper under my breath. His eyes travel on my naked form, tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He gulps, the intensity of it making it audible between the four walls, and I smirk. I place a finger under his chin, tracing his jaw to make him lookup. The green in his eyes turned dark with lust, as I felt the heat in them peeking behind his lashes. “Like what you see”, I say moving closer. His hands snake around my waist, as they burn through my skin at the touch and he pulls me in. My breasts touch his chest, the metal on it pressing cold against my skin. My head dips back at the sensation, as I curl my lips into my mouth to stop from making any sound. Snaking his other arm around my neck, he brings my lips closer t
Ok! Sincere apology from your author. Firstly, the book will be on hold for the next 15 days because your author will be tucked in the corners of a small village. I and my friends from college are doing social work for an underprivileged town, and there is no electricity and even no network. So, I will be stepping back for a while to help the people. But don't worry, I won't stop writing and finish as much of the story as I can in my free time to give you full updates as soon as I return. Till then please hang on and support this author. Love.
I walk out of the bathroom wrapping the nothingness around me - covered with the emotions, the feelings, and the touch that lingers at every pore of my skin. Water trickles down the length of my body, latching the beads on my curve, as I cross my feet before each other making my way to the room. A howl of wind gushes through the drapes of the night forming a new skin of cold around me and I shudder - not at the cold, but at the pair of dark eyes that stare at me through the fire reflecting them. Azrael seems all innocent, timid, and soft from the way he carries himself, or whimpers around me. Yet there is something in his eyes that speaks the devil in him. Like the tales of hatred or revenge that peek through the corner of his lashes, oozing an aura of danger. My toes curl against the cold tile, as I will myself to not fall under the spell of the gaze and give away any ounce of emotion that will let him through me. Walking further, I attempt to take a deep breath, only for it to be
His fingers unlace through my hairs, making their way around my neck, engulfing the flesh between muscular fingers that wrap around the entire length. His body moves backward, slamming mine on the window, his lips crashing down on mine in a fervent kiss. They nibble along the flesh, tugging at them, pulling them, soothing them with his tongue, and my senses go into overdrive at the intensity of his touch.They speak the possessiveness to me, his tongue removing every trace of other man’s name from inside me, and I reciprocate all breathless to his advances.His lips torture me with their sweetness, never leaving me even when my lungs had drained all the air in them. They burn in my insides at the lack of air, and I wrap my fingers around his neck to break him from the possession he was under. My nails dig in his neck, surely leav
A warm tickle of breath wakes me up from my deep slumber, the light of the day making a way even through my closed eyelids. I open my eyes, feeling the hard and warm surface beneath me, and I do not have to check twice to know what it is. Tilting my head to look up, I feel the warm tickle of breath on my skin, as a small smile creeps to the corner of my lips.Max lies like dead meat below me, yet his grip on me is so tight that I can barely move an inch of my body out of his embrace. At this angle, I can see the beauty sprawled along his neck, the marks of my nails, mixed with the bites of our love. His lips part slightly - depicting their swollen form tinted with red, and I smirk at the fierce love we made the entire night, contorting in weird and different positions.And well, the fact can't be denied, the best sex is a
Reluctant to leave Max, I slide out of the bath to see Azrael sitting in the center of the room, with his head in his hands. The shuffle of my foot pulls him out of his daze, and he looks right at me limping my way to the center. Max was true to his words. I am sore, in fact so sore that every step I put feels like a task. Azrael raises his eyebrows, looking at my form, and I tug my lips in a small acceptable smile, letting a pretense of shyness tug at the edge of the lips. Mirroring my smile, his eyes follow me through the course of the room, eyeing every insignificant action of mine. I settle on the bed, tilting my head in a question, “Why are you looking at me like that?”, I ask, and he crawls on his fours near my foot. The tiny crawl swayed his round and firm butt in all the right directions, the curve of his naked torso contouring with the chiseled muscles. I smirk at the crawl, eyeing his curves until he settles near my feet. Raising my eyebrows, I let him decipher the silent