Leo's Desire (Written in the Stars Book 2)

by Sundari Venkatraman

  He laid her down on the bed gently before kneeling on the floor next to her. “I’m sorry, babe. That’s the first time in my life that I forgot protection. I’m truly sorry about that. I…”

  She moved forward to kiss him on his lips, her hand at the back of his neck, her fingers sliding through the silky hair that covered his nape. “No worries, Shaan. It’s the wrong time of the month. I won’t get pregnant.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “Promise to tell me if otherwise.” He thrust his palm out to her.

  “I told you there’s no chance. I…”

  “Promise me.” The honey gold gaze was compulsive as it held her steel grey eyes.

  “Okay, I promise.” She pressed her hand over his palm. “Now will you get naked? I can’t wait to get my hands all over you.” She almost drooled when she recalled all the rippling muscles and flat abs, her hands itching to caress his hair-roughened chest.

  Nishaan laughed. “Anything for you, babe.” He got up to remove his suit jacket even as she jumped out of the bed to pull the buttons off his shirt.

  “And while you’re about it, tell me how you’ve suddenly become Nishaan, from Shaan.” She parted the shirt wide to press her lips to the middle of his chest, drawing a damp tongue over a flat male nipple before nipping him hard.

  Nishaan groaned, his hands cupping her bare bottom as he pulled her pelvis close to his. “I’ve always been Nishaan, from the time I was born. I just took the name of Shaan temporarily, while working for your brother.”

  “Were you in hiding or something?” She pressed her lower body closer to his, revelling in the touch of skin to skin as he had already slipped out of his pants and briefs.

  “Not really. It’s a long story. I want to love you just now.” He pulled the zipper down her black number and pushed the dress down to pool at her feet. Now there was only her strapless lace bra that stopped their bare skin from touching all over. Nishaan whistled when he saw the way the red bustier clung to her luscious figure, the colour making her skin glow, the exposed curves above offering a delicious invitation. He bent down to trace a damp tongue over the outline, taking soft bites on his way, his hands fiddling with the garment as he couldn’t find the hidden hook. “Now tell me how to get this damn thing off you,” he growled, making her laugh.

  She pulled the tiny hook that held the bustier in place and pulled it off her body, standing proudly naked in front of him as his eyes ran down her sexy figure.

  Nishaan cupped both her breasts in his large hands and squeezed, revelling in their firmness. “You feel so good,” he groaned, bending down to press his mouth to the plumped-up curve above his hands. He pushed her back on the bed and joined her, parting her legs wide to lie in between. “I’m so glad you went for that treatment at Raheja’s. You were always beautiful. But you look healthier now, your hair and skin glowing.” Nishaan’s words touched Chaahat’s heart even as his lips, teeth and tongue played havoc with her body.

  He kissed her on her forehead, both his hands running through her hair, rejoicing in the silky texture, his lips tracing the shape of her face before finding her mouth. He pressed his tongue within, thrilling her no end with his meticulous exploration. Before she could catch her breath, she felt his mouth against the pulse at her neck as he ran a damp tongue over it, again and again, rousing her to a fever pitch. His hands trailed down from her shoulders as he held her close while Chaahat pressed the top of her body to his wide chest, loving the feel of his springy chest hair against the sensitive tips of her breasts.

  She whimpered with need when his mouth closed over a turgid nipple, drawing it slowly within, his tongue circling it incessantly. Chaahat held his head close to her body, moaning with need as he sucked on one breast and then the other, almost making her climax. The protest died on her lips when she felt him rubbing his rough face against her abdomen, his tongue flitting in and out of her navel.

  He went lower still, his large hands on her slender thighs, parting them wide as he stared at her feminine mound. “Shaan! What are you doing there? I want you in my arms.”

  “Sure, babe. In a minute. I want to love you, the feminine you.” Saying that, Nishaan bent down to press his open mouth to the core of her being, making her jump off the bed. He was relentless in the giving of sensual gratification as his tongue plundered into her, hitting all the right spots. Chaahat’s hands fisted around the comforter on the bed as she bucked, her eyes shut tightly while she concentrated on the pleasure that crashed into her in waves, a powerful orgasm building within her womb.

  Nishaan’s rough hands were holding her buttocks firmly as he raised her pelvis higher to meet his marauding lips. He continued to delve into her vagina with his tongue, caressing her g-spot intensely, making her moan harder and longer, until her body went taut for a minute before she exploded, seeing stars behind her eyelids. “Shaaaaan,” she moaned, “I love you.”

  Pressing one final kiss to her vagina, Nishaan lifted himself up to lie down on her. “Tell me again.”

  Slumberous pools of charcoal grey opened to gaze up at him shyly as she locked her arms around his neck. “I love you, my Shaan.”

  He grinned as he turned and fell back on the bed, pulling her over his body. “Tell me again.”

  Chaahat began to laugh as she pressed her lips to his, repeating, “I love you, my Shaan. And before you ask again, when do you plan to tell that to me?”

  “Hahaha! I did wonder where the fire had disappeared. Was getting a bit worried if the treatment had made you tame.”

  “Bullshit. As if anything or anyone can tame me! So, are you going to declare yourself or no?” She nipped his earlobe, before biting his shoulder. Then her sharp teeth were at his nipple, biting again. “Are you or no?”

  Nishaan’s body vibrated with silent laughter as she took tiny bites off him that made him go hard with longing. He lifted her body and brought her vagina down on his iron hard shaft, groaning, “I love you, my Chaahat!”

  Her eyes went wide with wonder when she felt him deep within the core of her being, the deepest any man had got, ever. They moaned as one when he lifted her once again to bring her down, harder, repeating, “I love you, babe.”

  Tears shimmered in Chaahat’s eyes as she caught the rhythm and rode him wildly, as unabating as he had been when he had delighted her with his tongue. She didn’t stop even when yet another powerful orgasm—the third one that night—ripped through her body, continuing to ride him until he shattered in her arms, groaning her name. Chaahat flopped against Nishaan, totally spent and went to sleep immediately, a smile on her lips.

  Nishaan held her close as she lay against his body, not wanting to let go, ever. The Leo man was so glad to have found his partner in the Aries woman.

  15

  It was morning and the two were at the breakfast table in Nishaan’s suite when they finally got to discuss the changes in their lives since the time Chaahat had left Shaan’s—Nishaan’s—cottage on Dev’s farm.

  “I had liked the idea of the ayurvedic retreat when we both visited the place. But I didn’t really jump with joy since it was an expensive treatment and I knew for a fact that my parents would never agree. But then, Dev has been supportive. I suppose I’m truly lucky.” She got up to go sit on his lap, wrapping her arms around his lean waist. “Thanks for not being nice to me. You…”

  “Huh?! Now where did that come from? I’m a really nice guy, always helpful and accommodating. I…”

  “Meh! That’s just bullshit and you know it. You were just plain rude to me and enjoyed throwing your weight around. You…”

  Nishaan rolled his eyes. “And here I thought she was reading a vote of thanks. Phew! Women, I tell you…”

  “And what do you know about women that you think you are an expert, you SOB? You were absolutely rude and bossy. Admit it!”

  “And you were as sweet as pie, were you?” The honey gold eyes glowed challengingly. “You were imp…mfpt…”

 
Chaahat pressed her mouth to his, thrusting her tongue inside, stopping him from speaking further. He tasted of coffee and Shaan, she thought as she stroked her tongue against his, before biting his lower lip gently. “You taste delicious, Shaan,” she whispered, opening her eyes to stare into his.

  Nishaan laughed, taking her hand and placing it against his boxers. “Do you really think we can have a conversation? You rouse me every time you get within a few feet of my body.”

  “Only then? You mean you don’t feel roused when you think of me?” Chaahat batted her eyelashes playfully as she grinned at him.

  He laughed again. “You don’t want to know.” He shook his head, lifting her hand from his crotch and placing it on his shoulder. “Please continue with your story.”

  She leaned her head against his chest and spoke. “So, Dev suggested that I go to the retreat immediately and he would foot all my bills. I thought I’ll surprise you and that’s why I didn’t inform you before leaving. I kept my phone off during all that time because of my fear of my parents. I didn’t want them to spoil my chance at achieving my dreams.”

  Nishaan listened, nodding his head, a hand gently stroking the silky skin of her shoulder and the other playing with her hair. “The surprise kind of backfired, I see,” he grimaced. “On that same day, I got a call from my mother just before lunch. I was all packed and rushing to Dev’s home right at the moment he returned from leaving you at Raheja’s. He offered to drop me at the Mumbai airport. He already knew my real identity and I was glad to know that. I left my Delhi number with him and told him to give it to you only if you asked. I…”

  Chaahat slapped his chest, moving away, though he wouldn’t let her go completely, his arms locked around her slender waist. “Couldn’t you have simply told him to give me the number? Why that condition?” She pouted at him.

  Nishaan shrugged. “What in case you had been using my body to just slake your lust that night?” he asked, pretending to be nonchalant. But the truth was that he had been unsure, of both, her feelings as well as his.

  “Idiot!” She took his hand and placed it against her heart, the tempo increasing as the hand curled around her breast, above the bathrobe she was wearing. “See the effect you have on me?”

  “Wait, it’s still not clear.” He shoved the flap of the bathrobe, to squeeze the mound, a mischievous look in his eyes. “Aah, yes. I see what you mean. So, you say, your heart beats all the harder for me?”

  She nodded, her gaze locked with his. “So much so, that I don’t think I need to do cardio exercises ever.” While she laughed softly, her eyes were dead serious.

  “Babe!” He touched his mouth to the corner of her lips, a tongue peeping out to flick over the outline of her lips. “I love you.”

  Chaahat turned her head to kiss him full on his lips, moaning with delight as he kissed her right back.

  “So how was it, your experience at Raheja’s? Is Sindhu Raheja still in one piece? Or have you maimed her for life?” There was laughter in his voice.

  Chaahat laughed along with him. “We became good friends in the end, after I made it clear to her that you were my property and she had better stay away from you.”

  Nishaan grinned widely, enjoying the possessive note in her voice, though he continued to tease. “I’m a property now. Does that mean I’m your slave?” A dark eyebrow went up to touch his hairline.

  “Of course, you are.” She grinned back at him, equally mischievous, raising her head to kiss his cheek.

  “And here I thought I’ll play king to your queen. Sigh!”

  “You can take turns to play slave and king,” she granted, giving him a wink.

  “That’s really kind of you, your majesty.” His eyes promised retribution though. “And? Go on with your story.”

  “Oh yeah! The first few days were simply hell. I realise that it was the different way of life. Yoga, meditation, mild medicines that kind of churned my whole system. That’s what they mean by detox, cleaning up my whole body from within. I liked the massages, though I found the layer of oil that refused to be washed away kind of yucky. The room and attached bath were too luxurious and probably the only thing that kept me going. And Shaan, they kept feeding me, not one or two, but four meals a day.” She looked up at him, amused by his knowing expression. “Yeah, Mr. Know-it-all, you might think it’s all fine, but for me it was culture shock, truly. I stuck on, only because I kept seeing the final result, acquiring a healthy body packed with energy, which is what they promised.”

  “I refused to make friends at first and with the phone shut off, it was quite lonely. Truth be told, I gave you a lot of gaalis, because I felt forsaken. I…”

  Nishaan hugged her. “Aww babe. I wish I had been there with you.”

  She shook her head. “It’s a good thing I was on my own. You know how good I am at getting hold of punchbags. With none around, I had to turn within. And that made all the difference. After about eight days, I think, I began to feel good. I could walk for longer distances, faster. My body didn’t feel as if it was being put through a wringer. I didn’t feel like throwing up. I was ready to talk to people during meals. And then…well, here I am, the new Chaahat.”

  “A healthy Chaahat who’s an absolute stunner and is also at peace with the world.” He kissed her on her forehead.

  “Exactly, all thanks to you and Dev.”

  He shook his head. “I know we did our bits, but in the end it was you, Chaahat. Don’t short sell yourself. It needed guts to do what you did, and I’m so proud of you for that. You really wowed the crowds yesterday.”

  “I did, didn’t I?” Chaahat wouldn’t meet his eyes, colour running up her cheeks at his wholesome compliment.

  “Hey, what?” A hand at her chin, he raised her face up to his, a soft smile on his face when her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks. He pressed his lips over her eyelids, one by one. “I love you, babe.”

  Silence reigned in the room for a while as the lovers kissed each other. When they came up for air, Chaahat buried her face in his shoulder, her heart expanding with joy.

  “So, why did you become Shaan? And you’ve always lived in Delhi?”

  “Yeah, most of my life, except for the time I lived in Harvard, where I studied as well as worked. Then there was the stint at Wadhwa Farm.” He grinned. “It’s a standing joke between my Pop and me. I had got back from the US and was fooling around. He wanted me to join Ahuja Constructions as VP. My argument was that I didn’t want to start at the top. I was little more than twenty-four and life was too much fun. I used to party a lot, get home only in the mornings…”

  “Wait a minute! There must have been women.” Chaahat frowned up at him.

  “What do you think? Of course, there were. I’m no saint. I…”

  “You bastard! You…you womaniser!” Chaahat jumped out of his lap and stood away from him, fuming, uncaring that her robe had opened wide and he was avidly eyeing her naked curves. “I never knew, I didn’t realise I…”

  Nishaan got up to pull her resisting body into his arms. “Hello, you weren’t exactly a virgin when we had sex the first time. What are you complaining about?” He wouldn’t let her go even as she fought to get out of his arms.

  “That’s different.” She tossed her head to glare at him, her steely grey eyes spitting fire at him.

  “How so?” Nishaan’s voice was amused.

  She sniffed. “I hadn’t been with many men. I…”

  “Are you regretting it? Not being with many?” he asked, tongue firmly in cheek.

  Chaahat threw her arms up in the air in a gesture of absolute frustration. “That’s just bullshit and you know it. I want to know how many women you screwed before me.”

  He shook his head. “You don’t want to know.”

  “That many.” It was a statement. “Don’t make me regret that I met you,” she said, turning away to walk towards the bedroom, where the clothes she had discarded had been kept on a chair.

  “Chaahat, babe. Don’
t be crazy. I’ve never looked at another woman after I met you. Doesn’t that say something?” There was no plea in his voice, just a matter-of-fact tone—the Leo didn’t like being overpowered.

  She turned back to look at him, her eyes filmed by tears that she refused to let fall. Chaahat hadn’t expect to be overwhelmed with the vitriolic jealousy that had seared through her the moment he spoke about his other women. A typical nature of an Aries woman—all fine with her love affairs since her heart had never been involved; but how could he have shown interest in other women?

  “You know something? I met Mita at a party a couple of months ago. She…”

  “Are you sure you want me to know? I might just pluck her eyes out before murdering you.” Chaahat warned him upfront.

  “Hear me out. I wasn’t interested in her, but she chased me through the evening, unstoppable till she dragged me to her home, into her bedroom.”

  Both her eyebrows went up on hearing that. “Oh really! And how did she manage that? She dragged you by the hair or maybe by your cock. That must be it! It would have been very convenient, actually.”

  Nishaan shook his head, laughing softly, unable to control himself. “You…”

  “You are laughing. How dare you?” Chaahat was on him the next second, hitting him hard with tightly clenched fists, not really caring where they landed.

  “Ouch! Stop it, you she-devil. I did tell you to hear me out fully.” He caught her fists in his big hands, effectively stopping her from beating him. “You didn’t let me finish. I didn’t have sex with Mita. Because…”

  “Because she threw you out on your ass, I’m sure.” Chaahat jumped up to bite his lip, her eyes having gone wild with temper.

  “You are wrong. My body wouldn’t cooperate. I didn’t want to make love to any woman other than you, you idiot. I just couldn’t get it up. Get that into your pretty little head,” the lion growled ferociously.

  “What?! Did I hear you right?” Chaahat stared at him, her mouth wide open. “Are you saying that,” she brushed a hand against his crotch, her face breaking into a grin as she felt him spring to action immediately, “that you didn’t grow hard?” There was a look of wonder on her face, all traces of anger disappearing.