Enticed by you (Miraculous Love Book 1)

by Meghana Sarathy

  “Nate,” she starts, but I don’t let her finish. I hate doing this but there is no other way. I grab her elbow and push her out.

  “I’m sorry, Sara. This is for the best.” I get one look at her utterly devastated face before I slam the door close.

  I walk restlessly along the length of my living room. Not sure how many minutes have passed since I closed the door on her face, but I can’t get a piece of mind. She didn’t knock or call out for me. She became completely silent and I can only presume that she left with a broken heart.

  The rain continues its patter and time keeps ticking. It becomes darker outside and I standby the window, staring at the cloudy night sky. The street is devoid of any activity with everyone tucked inside the safety of their home. It’s peaceful and yet there is a storm raging inside of me. I can’t even feel my heart anymore. It’s lost somewhere in the sea of despair.

  Burying my head in my hands, I start to take deep breaths. It’s just another futile attempt to calm my nerves. Nothing is helping. I knew I did the right thing, but fuck it. She was in my reach, in my house, in my arms, and I fucking pushed her away. I need her. She needs me. It’s as simple as that. I always told her to live in the present. Live each moment as it comes. Make the best of the present. She remembered my words. She followed them and that’s why she came for me. And what did I do? I fucking pushed her away thinking about tomorrow. She has every reason to hate me. I fucked up. But is it too late to make it right?

  I love her.

  I need her.

  I want to fuck her.

  She is mine.

  My legs pull me forward, my brain pushed back as my heart drives my motions.

  She has no reason to wait. She should be long gone by now, but I also know how stubborn my Sara is and if she knows and understands me as much as she claims, then she should know that I’ll always go back. Go back to her.

  I pull the door open and I dash into the rain. I scan my neighborhood, my eyes seeking the chestnut haired girl. It doesn’t take long. Her bushy hair flies with the next gust of wind, catching my attention. With her back to me, she stands against the trunk of the tree, relying on the minimum relief it’s offering against the rain.

  Leaving the door open, I run to her. My feet push hard against the pavement, covering the distance between us in few strides. It’s when she hears the pounding of my feet that she turns around and I come before her, panting and soaking in the rain. Her eyes go wide, but victory is written all over her face. Her love won. The waiting paid off.

  “You came back,” she mutters in disbelief.

  “You waited,” I state the obvious. I’m still surprised that she actually waited, though every part of me was hoping and praying for it.

  “Just like you had asked me to. You had told me to trust you and always wait for you. I did.” She shudders in the cold.

  “Enough of this waiting around. This is our time, Sara and I’m not wasting a single second.”

  I don’t wait for her response. Snaking my arms around her middle, I pull her to me and slam my lips on hers. “I love you too,” I whisper against her lips and start to kiss her like a man deprived of any form of real and true affection in a very long time. This is the moment I truly allow myself to live.

  Chapter 24

  Nathan

  I kiss her fervently. Desperately. Sinfully. Pleadingly. My lips move against hers smoothly and yet hurriedly, prying and begging for an opening. But she doesn’t offer me the quick gratification. Instead, throwing her arms around my neck, she pulls me closer, tempting the beast inside of me.

  It doesn’t matter that we’re standing in the rain, completely drenched with our clothes soaking wet. With her in my arms and my mouth on hers, there is affable warmth seeping through my body, shielding us from the harsh reality, blanketing us in our very own cocoon. There is real beauty in this tangible moment. A picturesque moment- painted in the dark, but with strokes of vibrant colors. This is us. Flawed, desolate and desperate for love that we seek and attain only in each other.

  Diana’s words ring in my head, timestamping this moment.

  There are certain moments that we just can’t forget. They latch onto our very soul and act as constant reminders of those incidents that have left a profound impact on us.

  This is exactly what she was speaking about. This day. This time. This spot. This weather. It has linked me and Sara in ways that go beyond time. It’s engraved into my soul and it’s something I can’t ever forget. Even if I were to let go of her, I can’t ever let go of what we have shared. These moments define our love story.

  “Nate,” she warns, pulling back. “What are we doing?”

  If I weren’t so confused myself, I would have possibly answered her with words. Words that I would stand by. But I can’t. I won’t risk playing with words again.

  “Let my actions speak, Sara,” I plead, cupping her cheeks, hungrily gazing at her now swollen red lips.

  She doesn’t hesitate this time, but instead of going for my lips again, she wraps her arms around my middle, resting her head on my chest and hugging me tight. We are a perfect fit. We complete one another.

  “I need to be in you,” I mumble against her hair, threading my hands through it.

  “I want it as badly as you,” she replies boldly. All my hesitancy is shoved out of the window on hearing her reinforcing words. Without much ado, I clutch onto her hips and lift her up, throwing her across my back. This is not too much of work. Years of working out and swimming to keep my body fit actually pays off.

  “Nate, is this a good idea?” She fights against my hold, thrashing her arms.

  “We’re doing this my way” I declare, striding towards my porch.

  “We’re in your neighborhood,” she points out.

  “Not that I wasn’t aware, but I’m beyond caring at this point.”

  Kicking my door shut, I make a beeline for my room. I would have gone for the spare room upstairs, but the need to be inside of her conquers every other rational thought. Barging inside my room, I lay her on the bed as gently as I can possible in my present state.

  Collecting my bearings, I make one wise decision to lock the door. This is it. It’s just me and Sara now. Fuck the world.

  Once I secure the locks, I turn around to see her standing in front of me.

  “You are supposed to be on the bed, with your legs wide open for me.” I motion towards it. “On the bed. Now,” I command, levelling my heady gaze on her. Even on her heels, she barely comes up to my chin.

  “Well, I’m not particularly fond of missionary,” she tells cockily. “And I expected better from the Almighty Nathan Bankers. He never goes for simple.”

  “Are you challenging me?” I ask with a cocked brow.

  “Yes,” she hisses, fisting my undershirt again.

  “I want to own your desperation,” I demand, pushing her away. Pulling it over my head, I get rid of the undershirt of in one smooth move. “Show me just how badly you want me and in return, I’ll offer you everything I have.” I fall flat on my back on the plush bed, beckoning her with my fingers. She greedily accepts the bet.

  My gaze follows her hands as they work on the buttons of her dress shirt. Her white shirt, thanks to being soaked in the rain has now become see-through, giving me a good view of her pert nipples, straining against her shirt and poking out of her netted bra that is barely containing her boobs. Once she rids her shirt, she unzips her pencil skirt, letting it fall seamlessly onto the cold granite floor. Stepping out of her heels, she stands before me in her black netted bra and panties.

  “Beautiful.” My eyes trace her every single curve and every inch of her bare skin. She is a treat to my sore and hungry eyes. A perfect gift sent by the lords above, packaged in delicate, creamy skin and tied with a golden heart capable of immense love.

  She falls on the bed beside me and slowly makes her way on top of me with her hands braced on either side of my head. Winding my hands around her middle, I manage to unhook
her bra and throw it aside. She rubs her hips against my groin, creating a beautiful fiction that my dick responds to by throbbing and poking her ass through my shorts. Her now free boobs, press against my chest as she peppers kisses along my forehead and eyes. Her kisses become sloppy and wet as she goes for my cheeks. Her desperation seeps into her kisses and her body thrums, moving and writhing against mine, wanting and needing more.

  “Baby,” I groan. I continue to feel her ass with my hand while I use the other to cup her face. My finger trails her lips, but she sucks it into her mouth and nips on it. Slowly and gently, but when I loosen my grip on her ass, she bites hard and I hiss out in pain. It turns her on more and she swivels her hips, grinding it against my dick, dry humping me.

  Fuck me. I’ve never been this hard in my life ever before. This feels like a surreal, out of the world experience.

  Swatting my finger aside, she guides my other hand, planting that on her ass as well. Gripping my hands, she forces me to clutch her ass tight and hard, almost bordering on pain. When I heed to her words, she rewards me with a sinful hiss and leans forward, opening her mouth to me. I jump on the chance. My tongue comes to play, but I never get a chance to prove my prowess. It’s Sara and truly Sara’s game and for once, I give in and let her do her thing. She dominates my mouth, her tongue claiming its ownership over mine. The love and passion she holds for me morphs in the form of her physical cravings and intimacy. She lashes out her tongue to delve into my mouth, and her moans get swallowed by me, drowned by the loudness of my growls. Our love finally blossoms - clashing of teeth, lashing of tongues, scraping of lips. It’s all her, invading every part of my body and infiltrating all my senses.

  “Nate,” she mumbles between kisses. “I love you. I love you so much.”

  “I know, baby. I know,” I confess and capture her lips again, not willing to let go of them just yet.

  But my Sara is a hungry, greedy girl and just kissing won’t do for her. Not content with just dominating my mouth, she switches her position and she now straddles me. Bending again, she starts to kiss my chest, peppering long, wet kisses along my ripped muscles, nipping my nipples and trailing her tongue all the way down to the V of my abdomen. It’s when she swivels her hips again, clutching onto my dick through my shorts that I completely lose it.

  Fisting her hair, I pull her forward and breathe her in. “This.” I clutch her ass and she shrikes in pain, but the twinkle in her eyes and the glow on her face show just how much she loves it rough. I slap her ass and she hisses in pleasure. “This is mine to spank.” I spank her ass again and she grinds her wet pussy against my groin in response. “This.” With my one hand planted on her ass, I use the other to push aside her panties and cup her naked pussy. “Is mine to eat.” She squeals and moans, craving more of this touch. “And this,” I place my hand atop her breast and on her heart. “Is mine and mine alone.” I pull her close and kiss her again and this time I completely dominate her mouth.

  The kiss heats up and passion soars. We are flushed- our bodies fused together, mouth on mouth, limb to limb, hands and legs on one another, exploring, traversing, caressing, and rubbing. We toss and turn, making a mess of the sheets, and duck under the covers. Pulling one of her nipples with my mouth, I suck on it, thrusting two of my fingers inside her. She bucks and thrusts her hips, clamping down on my fingers. Pulling my hair, she makes me look up at her. “I want your eyes on me,” she instructs. I release her nipple and smirk at her demand. Let’s see if she can handle that.

  Still on my back, I pull her closer to me such that she straddles my upper chest. “Hold onto the headboard,” I instruct her. She follows my order without any protests. Leaning forward, I take a whiff of her neatly groomed and trimmed pussy, aligning it to my mouth. “I’ll be making a feast of this before I fuck it.” That’s the only warning she gets before I bring my mouth down on it, my eyes still holding her gaze. I lick her folds before nipping the lips. She squirms and her wetness drips down my mouth. Unable to withhold anymore, I bury my head between her thighs, slurping and sucking every bit of her arousal. Her body shudders and her hold on the headrest tightens.

  “Fuck, Nathan,” she shrieks. My tongue plays with her clit while I hook my fingers inside her opening, hitting that g-spot of hers. Her cries become louder and my paces quickens. “Fuck, I’ll come,” she warns. Withdrawing my fingers, I get my mouth back on her flushed and slick opening. My stubble scraps her thighs, as I open her up wider, stretching her sore and soaked tissues with my fingers and eat her worked up pussy – naked and wet for me and because of me. She falls apart in my mouth and I taster her delicious and dirty love for me. I look up to see her and I’m met with truly an angelic face. My Sara. She truly is beautiful. A real angel sent by the Gods above just for me and me alone. And this might be far from the actual reality, but for now, staring into her glowing, euphoric face, I want to live in this illusion.

  When she finally comes down from her high, she meets my eyes. “That was…” she shrugs helplessly, shaking her head. “No words.”

  “Baby, I need to fuck you,” I state with conviction. “Right now.”

  “I want to…” I shush her with my finger on her lips.

  “I know. You need to see it.” She nods.

  Getting us back to a sitting position, I cup her cheeks. “Can you handle me at my roughest and wildest?”

  “Try me,” she challenges with a hint of a smile.

  “You’re used to sweet and gentle,” I warn.

  “You think I like it that way? I’m your wild tigress, Nate. Treat me like one and give me exactly what my body needs and is craving for.”

  “And is my wild tigress safe?” I brush away her hair from her face. “I want to forgo the condom.”

  “Yeah,” she nods. “I’ve always been safe and prepared.”

  I don’t have to ask twice. I get off the bed and relieve myself of the last shred of clothing on my body. She licks her lips, staring at my goods. It’s not the first time that she’s seeing it, but I evoke the same response every single time.

  “You’re really huge,” she mouths, eyeing it greedily.

  “You’ll feel just how huge it is when it stretches your walls,” I boast arrogantly.

  I give her my hand and she readily takes it. Once she gets on her feet, I snake my arms around her waist, humping her from behind. I move us to the closet mirror. She stares at our reflection, nodding in approval. “Perfect,” she whispers in my ears.

  “On your knees, now,” I order and she obeys, falling to her knees. Bending over, she raises her ass in the air.

  I get on my knees behind her and clutch onto her ass. “This ass. It’s perfection,” I announce, cupping and tracing the perfect round mound. “I’ll have my way with it too, but for now, my dick gets to pound into your pussy.”

  When she doesn’t respond, I pull her hair and she stares at me through the mirror. Her eyes give me the cue I need. I stroke my dick with my hands while she stares at it with anticipation and growing anxiety. Spreading the lips of her pussy, I stroke it with my fingers and position my dick at her entrance.

  “Fuck me, Nate.” It’s neither an order nor a request. It’s a need. A need that’s driving us both. I know that once I cross this line, there is no going back for either of us. I have so much to lose that I can’t even count. But I also understand that the finality of this decision rests not on me but in Sara’s hands. She wants this and I’m not refusing her. By taking the hard decision, she’s making the choice easier for me.

  I thrust into her in a single go, burying myself to the sheath. She shrikes in agony, but her eyes never leave mine. Seated completely inside of her, I pull back her hair and kiss her from the top. Her cries turn into moans as my lips slant on hers, moving at a slow and comfortable pace and yet the power and passion bursting from the kiss draws blood. Pulling out, I slam into her again and gently ease out. She breathes through her mouth, gasping and moaning. I don’t stop. I jerk back, push her face down and slam in
to her again. The pace of my pounding increases as I stretch her walls, impaling her with a force that makes her body to shudder uncontrollably. “Nate,” she moans over and over again as I continue to fuck her wild and senseless just like I had warned. The slapping and pounding sound of our bodies bounces off the walls, echoing throughout the room.

  “This.” I bark, gritting my teeth. “This is what you do to me, Sara Waters. Look. Look at us,” I shout and she wails, staring at the mirror again. “We fit perfectly. This is us. Two mindless, hungry beasts. We seek each other just so we can devour each other. Greedily. Shamelessly. Ruthlessly. ”

  “This,” she mutters as I pound into her again with brutal force. “Is our love. Crazy, wild and fucked up. Just like us.”

  I snap my eyes shut, grit my teeth, clench my jaw and slam hard into her again. She’s so very tight. I’ve never felt a pull this strong before. Never experienced this kind of a high, which is literally taking my breath away. This love I have for Sara is beyond the physical drive to fuck. No. This connection runs deeper. It’s a sense of fulfillment. My very reason to live. This is pure joy. Whatever I had experienced so far doesn’t even come close to the euphoria that is binding me to her in this moment.

  I slam into her again, releasing inside of her. The words ‘I love you’ stay frozen on my tongue. She doesn’t ask for it, instead as if on cue, her body convulses again, clenching my dick. Our actions have proved what our words didn’t get a chance to. It’s like an understood realization – This moment between us was meant to be. We belong together.

  No words are exchanged between us as I pull out of her, grab tissues from the stand, and pull her onto my lap. “Nate,” she whispers with her eyes half closed. “We did it.”

  “We sure did.” I kiss her forehead as I use the tissue to clean her pussy. My cum tickles down her naked thighs and my dick hardens again at the sight. If not for my body’s limitations, I would have gone on and on. Exhaustion washes over us both. Her head falls on my chest as she drifts into a tired sleep.