It had been a week since Abhay had gone on a trip, and Anika was missing him badly. She couldn’t escape the fact she was falling for Abhay Singham.

It wasn’t because she was married to him, and she was expected to live with him until death, but because she had started to like him and respect him as a person. Everything he did for his people and the lengths he went to bring justice, truly moved her. There was also the fact she found him hot, extremely hot.

The arrogant, masculine face, the chiseled muscles and his tall, strong body, which had once been a cause for her fear… were part of her dirty fantasies. She wanted to touch him badly. She wanted to explore him inside and out until she knew everything that was Abhay Singham.

“Uhhh…Anika?” a woman's voice interrupted her daydreaming.

She blinked her eyes slowly and saw Lakshmi’s amused look. “Yes?”

“I have been asking you whether you wanted to have dinner in your suite or at the dining table tonight, but you just kept staring through me with a silly smile on your face.”

Anika blushed. “Umm… sorry about that,” she replied with a sheepish smile. “I think I’ll just shower and go to bed tonight. I’m not that hungry after having so many treats this evening.”

Lakshmi smiled. “People are pretty grateful for your help here, and want to repay you in the form of homemade treats, but you don’t have to indulge everyone. I’ll let them know they should stop providing you so many treats.”

“No. That’s okay. I really enjoyed the treats.” Anika was touched by the people’s gesture. Most of them had a long hard day of work either in the fields or around the estate, but they took the time to make her special dishes to show her their appreciation.

“There are other reasons, too,” said Lakshmi, with a twinkle in her eyes. “Some of the people think you are already carrying the Singham heir and want to fatten you up.”

Anika blushed once again. “Oh…I… uh am not. Pregnant, I mean.”

Lakshmi burst out laughing shaking her head in amusement. “Anyway, I’ll bring up some buttermilk and fruits. You can have them if you are hungry later on.”

Anika thanked Lakshmi before calling it a day and headed up to the master suite.

After a long, relaxing shower, she was sorting through her clothes in a large ornate drawer looking for a nightdress. She realized it was high time she needed to hang her clothes in one of the large walk-in closets in the suite.

She had just found one of her comfortable cotton nightdresses when she heard the soft click of the master bedroom door.

Immediately, she felt the change in the atmosphere of the room. Without even turning, she knew it wasn't Lakshmi with her meal, and that it was him.

Abhay Singham had returned. Her towel-clad body quivered as she felt the heat of his stare on her back.

She heard the soft footsteps approach her, but she refused to turn towards him. Her breathing began to grow heavy as a strange tension gripped her body. Her nails dug into the intricate carving of the dresser as she felt him close the distance between them, until he stood right behind her.

His body emitted heat that slowly enveloped her, making her belly quiver in awareness and need. She waited for him to touch her, but he didn't, and that somehow made her even hotter. She clenched her legs together and tried to regulate her breathing.

“Turn around,” he ordered softly, his warm breath behind her ears causing her to shiver once again.

Slowly, she turned around keeping her eyes downcast. She felt his eyes on her towel -clad body, and then she felt his fingers trailing around the edges of the fabric leaving goosebumps in their path. His warm lips trailed the path laid by his fingertips. She closed her eyes as tremors ran through her body and let out a soft involuntary moan. Her knuckles turned white as she held onto the dresser behind her to support her weakening legs.

His lips slowly moved higher towards her neck and then behind her ear. “Spread your legs,” he rasped.

Trembling, she did as he ordered. She was a virgin, and although she knew the technical aspects of sex, she had no experience with something like this. But she knew that whatever would happen between them tonight would be something she would enjoy immensely.

Sucking in her lower lip and keeping her eyes closed, she waited for him to make the next move.

“Do you want my touch tonight?” His tone contained an edge to it.

Moaning softly again, she nodded and arched her back inviting him to touch.

She gasped as she felt his huge palms cup her breasts through the soft towel.

He began massaging them. “Tell me how much you want this,” he said, his tongue running over her earlobe and ending with a stinging bite. The pleasure pain of the bite caused another set of tremors to bolt from her breasts to her womb.

“I want this,” she whispered.

Slowly, like she was a gift, he loosened the knot and let the towel fall from around her.

Despite the cool air on her exposed body, she felt so hot, she could barely breathe through the intense pleasure she felt.

“Open your eyes.” His fingers caressed her bare breasts and then slid lower to her belly and then around her hips. It almost felt like he was familiarizing himself with her shape.

Shuddering, she opened her eyes to look at him. She could only see the top of his head as he was kneeling down running his large palms over her spread thighs continuing his exploration. Something primitive ran through her body as she looked at the dark head of the powerful, dominating man kneeling in front of her for the sole purpose of pleasuring her.

She jumped when one of his long fingers brushed against her sensitive folds. Her breath came out in loud pants. She felt extremely embarrassed, but also highly aroused at the same time.

“Shh… we'll go slow,” his voice came out as a deep rumble next to her core causing it to quiver. His eyes met hers, trapping her in some sort of trance due to their intensity. “I just want you to enjoy my touch.”

She nodded her head.

“I know you are scared of me and maybe even hate me, but I’ll make you feel good until you crave my touch.”

“I do,” she exhaled noisily. “I do crave your touch.”

As soon as the words escaped her, a feral, possessive smile appeared on his face, and the next instant, she felt his mouth closing in over her core.

She gasped out and clutched his hair. Her legs threatened to give out, and the only thing holding her upright—were his arms wrapped around her hips, pinning her back to the dresser.

She felt his tongue explore her, building some kind of tension and pressure inside. She moaned and continued fisting his hair, tugging him even closer. Her entire body hummed, and she tried to move her hips frantically. She tried to move closer to him, but his strong arms kept her trapped in place, and his mouth continued to wreak havoc inside her body.

Her body writhed to his touch, and she felt the pressure inside increase until it became unbearable. She shuddered unable to handle the build-up and finally let go. She came with a low keening sound, her body trembling violently as she felt the waves of intense pleasure crash through her body.

Slowly, she regained her awareness. She was panting, and she felt his hands run over her stomach and hips in a soothing manner as if to calm her down. He waited for her to completely calm down before sweeping her off her feet without another word.

He carried her out of the closet to the bed and placed her on it and lay next to her, his body seemingly tensed. When he didn’t make any move to touch her again or demand anything in return, she turned towards him. His eyes were closed shut.

“Abhay?”

“Yes?” he gritted out.

“Can I… touch you?” Her eyes ran over the silk fabric of his shirt, tempted to open the buttons and explore him the way she had wanted to for the past few days.

His eyes opened and met hers with an intensity that began to build a slow fire inside. “Yes, touch me any way you want.”

He looked tired with shadows under his eyes. “I… uh… won’t disturb your sleep?” she asked.

A small smile broke on his harsh face. “I can hardly sleep when my wife is sitting naked next to me watching me with that hungry look.”

Her cheeks heated, but she slowly placed a hand over his shirt feeling the crisp hairs underneath. She wanted to give in to her desires, but the fact that he was watching her made her feel shy. In the end, her curiosity and need won.

She slid her hand underneath the shirt and pressed her palm to the warm flesh. Abhay groaned and shifted his hips. She saw that his trousers had risen due to his erection, and felt an immediate thrill that her simple touch could do that to him.

Her hand grew bolder, and she began to open the buttons on his shirt revealing inch by inch of beautiful, chiseled, golden skin, and muscles. She trailed her fingers along the line of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his trousers.

She bit her lip as she hesitated. How far can I go?

The next moment, Abhay eliminated the dilemma by rapidly unbuttoning his trousers and pushing them down his legs. He placed his hands on either side of his head, an indication to her that he was hers to explore.

His breathing had quickened, and his eyes continued to watch her with a hooded look. Feeling bold, she slid her hand on top of his underwear stroking his arousal through the fabric. Another deep groan vibrated through his body.

Slowly, she pushed down the elastic of his underwear revealing a portion of his manhood. It was thick and larger than she had imagined.

“Abhay… can I kiss you there?”

“Do anything you want with me,” he rasped.

She held him and squeezed him with her fist fascinated by the smooth texture of the rock-hard organ.

He emitted a hiss making her quickly let go of him. “Don’t you like it?” she asked.

“I love it,” his voice was thick. His eyes glittered in the relative darkness as he watched her intently.

A strong need began to rise in her. She wanted to drive her husband crazy until he lost control because of her. She leaned down and pressed a small kiss on the velvety skin.

His hips bucked, and his body shook. “I want to take your… you into my mouth.” She didn't want to use a clinical term.

His hands crept to her hair. “Call it a cock, Anika. Say that word for me,” he growled out the order.

“Cock, ” she said softly. “I want to take your cock into my mouth, and give you the same kind of pleasure you gave me.”

His eyes closed, and he groaned out in pleasure. “Fuck! I love hearing those words from your pretty mouth. ” Tightening her hand around his cock, she bent down to take the head into her lips and sucked it into her mouth.

His breath hissed. “Don’t use your teeth.”

She let go immediately. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I never did this before.”

She felt foolish. Over the years, out of curiosity, she had watched a few videos where a woman pleasured a man with her mouth, but she didn’t realize until that moment that there was more to it than simply taking it in and sucking.

“It’s okay,” Abhay reassured, the back of his hands running along her breasts and waist making her shiver. “Go on…”

Opening her mouth wider, she took him in again, this time letting his cock rest on her tongue. She looked up to see if he liked it this time.

“Fuck!” he groaned, pushing her long hair away from her face so he could see her mouth clearly. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

Feeling encouraged, she continued to pleasure him slowly moving him in and out of her mouth. His hands stayed on top of her head, guiding her, letting her know she was doing it right.

Both their breaths came out in loud pants, and soon his body began to shudder violently. She understood he was close and quickened her movements, until suddenly he pushed her away.

He moved on top her and held her breasts with both hands pushing them together as his cock jerked over her belly, letting out warm spurts of his need for her. His eyes closed as he continued to come, until slowly his body lost the tension after the release.

She held her breath when his eyes opened locking her in his gaze. Then, without another word, he leaned down and kissed her, his tongue moving inside her mouth possessively, making her moan as tension began to grip her body.

She realized how embarrassingly aroused she was once again, as his fingers moved downward and slid inside her wet core. She continued moaning as his head slid down and explored her neck and then her breasts with his lips. His mouth made wet noises as he sucked and acquainted himself to her sensitive breasts. He nipped her skin until the sharp, pleasurable pain on her nipples along with the pressure from his fingers on her sensitive clit made her explode in a series of shudders.

She didn’t know how long her orgasm lasted, but when she gained awareness, she felt boneless and satisfied. Her eyes met his as he continued stroking her gently.

“Wait here,” he said before getting out of the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. He returned with a wet, warm washcloth and used it to wipe away the traces of him on her body.

“I can clean myself…” She stopped midway and let him continue when she saw the feral look on his face.

She supposed she should feel embarrassed or ashamed, because what they did over the last few hours was so dirty and wicked, but all she felt was excitement.

After cleaning her up, he disappeared into the bathroom again where she heard the shower running. Minutes later, he returned and slid naked into the bed next to her. He pulled her close until she was half lying on top of him.

Her body felt relaxed, and she curled against him as exhaustion took over, and she slid into a deep content sleep.