Drenched Ep5

The rhythm of the rain outside seemed to match the frantic thudding of Mira’s heart. Kabir’s hands were warm on her waist, anchoring her against the cold expanse of the floor-to-ceiling window as his lips continued their slow, intoxicating path down her neck. Every touch felt like a deliberate erasing of the time they had spent pretending they were fine apart.

Mira’s fingers tangled tighter in his dark hair, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Kabir... we shouldn't..."

He paused, his forehead resting against hers, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gaps. His dark eyes were fierce, heavy with a vulnerability he rarely let anyone see. "Tell me you don't feel this, Mira. Tell me you want me to let go, and I will."

She looked up at him, the amber firelight catching the sharp angles of his jaw, the raw honesty in his gaze. The corporate armor, the past arguments, the miles they had put between each other—it all melted away under the heat of his skin.

"Don't let go," she whispered.

A low, unraveled sound escaped Kabir’s throat. Without another word, he scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her away from the window and into the quiet sanctuary of the bedroom, where the sound of the rain became a heavy, rhythmic backdrop.

He lowered her onto the dark sheets, his movements deliberate, never breaking eye contact. The oversized hoodie she wore shifted, exposing the smooth line of her shoulder in the dim light spilling from the hallway.

He leaned over her, his hands framing her head. "A year, Mira. Do you have any idea what it was like walking into that gala tonight and seeing you across the room?"

"You didn't look like you were suffering," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly as his thumb traced the line of her collarbone.

"Because I had to play the part," Kabir growled softly, leaning down to press a slow kiss to the hollow of her throat. "But inside, I was burning."

Mira’s hands found the hem of his linen shirt, her fingers sliding underneath to touch the warm skin of his lower back.

 Kabir hitched his breath, his muscles tightening under her touch. Slowly, carefully, he pulled the hoodie up and over her head, casting it aside.

He descended on her again, his mouth meeting hers with a deep, unhurried hunger that set every nerve ending on fire.