His Reluctant wife

His hands hovered over my body, his lips over mine. He resisted the urge to taste the chocolate on my lip. “Astya,” I breathed out. His eyes lifted from my lips to my eyes. “Can you strip my saree?” The words left my mouth. He raised his brows. “Anything you order, jaan, is my responsibility to complete. And i don't leave unfinished” Next, his lips kissed mine fiercely. I opened my mouth to speak, but he inserted his tongue, tangling it with mine. He kissed me like he worshipped. His hands explored my curves, slowly slipping my saree aside. Next, the chocolate was on my bare chest as he dipped the strawberry in it and devoted himself to the taste of my body—.