Helllloooooooo my babies 💐🫶🏻! Part 5 of Khamoshi is complete ☝🏻😌. Here is a sneak peak from part 6 for my divas 💋🥰. I will try to release both the parts by 12th May 🙇🏻♀️!
You were pinned against the cold tiles of the wall, your eyes blown wide and your breath hitching in shallow gasps.
It impossible to look away from him.
Uzair stood before you like a violent storm, his jaw clenched with a tension that made the hard muscles cord in his neck, eyes bleeding into obsidian pits of fathomless darkness, swallowing the light of the room.
The icy, clinical bite of the stone against your spine clashed violently with the furnace-like heat radiating from his massive frame, leaving you lightheaded and desperate.
"Uzair—"
The words died in your throat before it could form a full thought as he moved with the predatory grace of a man who had already decided your fate.
One large hand snaked around your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh to haul your hips flush against the hard ridge of his own, while his other hand slammed firmly against the wall beside your head. The sound of the impact echoed in the quiet space, effectively caging you within his reach.
He leaned down, his face hovering mere millimeters from yours. For a heartbeat, you were certain he was about to crush your lips with his. His nose grazed yours and a manic, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. But at the last second, he veered away, his lips descending instead to the vulnerable, curve of your neck. He began to press slow, open-mouthed kisses into your skin, the heat of his breath a searing brand that made your blood sing.
You arched off the wall involuntarily, your spine curving as you fought to stifle the moan rising in your chest. You reached up, your hands pressing against his broad, immovable shoulders in a futile attempt to push him away but you were trying to move a mountain.
"Uzair, what are you doing?", you cried out.
He wasn’t interested in answering you with words. Instead, he found the most sensitive cord of your neck and bit down, nipping at that sensitive spot. It sent a jolt of lightning straight to your core. Almost instantly, he smoothed the sting away with a long, wet stroke of his tongue, savouring the taste of your salt and skin.
A helpless moan tumbled from your parted lips this time, your eyes widening in the dim light. You could feel the blood rushing to the surface. The mark he was leaving was sure to be a vivid, bruised violet.
"Does he make your pulse race like this?" he rasped, his voice thick with a jealous hunger, before he pressed another possessive kiss into the center of the mark he had just claimed.
