A Perfect Mismatch by Leena Varghese Page B

So, she kept them tightly shut as the tears flowed.
    Little did Zara know that Armaan was already roasting in the same fire. He wiped the warm tears with a feather light touch. Gently he lowered his mouth to kiss some of the salty droplets, afraid that he had injured her.
    Zara opened her tear-drenched eyes and Armaan was lost. He watched her parted lips gulp in air. The tiny movement enhanced the quicksilver response that razed down his defenses against the woman in his arms. His wife! His body registered every breath she took and he felt the lush curves melt.
    Without thinking, egged on by a raging need denied for too long, he pressed soft kisses on her mouth. All anger had dissipated long back. He couldn’t curb the urge to explore the sweetness of her mouth. Encouraged by thesoft sigh that escaped her lips his finger traced a line on her smooth throat.
    Zara decided to let go of all sense and reason. She just gave up fighting all the powerful feelings that she had hidden away for so long. She wanted this more than anything right now. Her arms went around his shoulders, urging him on. His hand curved around a rounded breast and Zara let out a shuddering breath. Soon his hands were running over her fiercely, exulting in the glorious curves and the feminine scent of her body. Her eyes glazed with a rush of desire she
didn’t
want to control. She arched her back when he lifted her off the bed to hold her in a steely grip while he could press passionate, searing kisses from her throat and smooth shoulders to the hollow between her breasts.
    Everything changed between them forever. The anger they had been battling was transformed into a greedy need to obliterate everything painful.
    Armaan kissed her again with a wild passion that was escalating out of control. Zara was blown away by the ferocity of her desire. She was kissing him with all her heart, responding to every silken touch. When she saw his eyes dark and smouldering with hot desire she instinctively knew that hers were no different. He was soon pulling away the sheets from around them, touching and kissing her ravenously, everywhere, wherever he could find a sliver of satin skin.
    What was unleashed could not be explained, or curbed as they hurled into a vortex of need. It goaded them, instigated them to ride the powerful wave.
    There was no sense of discovery, no gentle foreplay, no loving words, nor sweet, passionate display of affection. Only a need to sate this wild hunger! Her last coherent thought was that he had not said a word about wanting her. But she could not say a word herself, for she was riding the same wave with him. Perhaps it was best that words did not hover between them in this moment of mindlessness.
    Armaan was already pushing her thighs apart urgently with his knee before Zara could recover from the onslaught of his mouth on her navel. His teeth grazed her breasts in open-mouthed kisses. She clung to him, wanting only to appease some of the want that throbbed in her core as his hand dipped into the honeyed wetness. Zara moaned, willingly taking what he was offering her.
    The world spun and whirled for Zara, as he settled between her legs. Their eyes met as if in mutual agreement to appease the insatiable hunger quickly. She captured his head in her palms looking up at him. Then he was thrusting into her for the first time. There was pain and she cried out. Her eyes flew up to his and Armaan knew that he had entered her too quickly.
    “Zara?” he whispered hoarsely, hovering over the edge, wanting a word of confirmation that she was fine. She reached up and kissed him, pulling him headlong over the brink with her unabashed display of passion. He tried to hold on, but she writhed for fulfillment. After that he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, as he thrust again and again. She took a fragmented breath, her hips moving in unison against him. She didn’t want him to stop! The pain receded immediately and pure pleasure soared and meltedher