Chapter 8

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Promiseee

Khushi lay on her back. She was surprised to find herself still conscious,or returning to it. Truly, after what she had just experienced she would not have thought it amiss to discover herself no longer part of the mundane world. Yet there she was, the sheet feeling crumpled and hot beneath her,her lips and nipples tender, and the faint resonance of throbbing between her legs to remind her of what had just happened.

She turned her head slightly,relieved that she could do so,and found Arnav not asleep or at least drowsily replete as he should have been______ oh no,not he_____but wide awake,propped up on as elbow, and looking at her with what appeared suspiciously to amusement.

"I don't think you are human," she said sulkily.

He grinned. " I felt like a god few moments ago but that's to your credit, not mine."

That sounded rather nice but still his apparent non nonchalance in the face of an experience that has left her utterly drained was irksome. She sat up suddenly and left the bed just as quickly, ignoring her weak-willed wish to stay right where she was, curl up against him, and feel the warmth and strength of his arms around her.

It was his turn to be irked. "And where do you think you are going?"

She tossed her hair aside so that it fell down her naked back to brush against her bottom. Over her shoulder, she said," to find a night robe."

She thought he might object but he surprised her, which really should not have been surprising at all since he seemed ever to be doing that.

"Wear the green one."

About to take it from the chest,she looked at him in stead. He was stretched out his side on the rumpled bed,his head propped up in his palm, unbashed by the intimacy that made her acutely self conscious yet oddly content all at the same time. With haste, she seized the green robe and dropped it over her head.

Arnav hid a smile. He doubted she had any notion of how she looked draped in what seemed no more substantial that sea foam and lit by starlight filtering through the shutters. But he wasn't about to tell her for she was already skittish enough. Instead, he sat up, moved to the side of the bed, and held out a hand.

She hesitated, but when he said nothing,demanded nothing,did nothing more save wait, Khushi weakened. If only she could find something to dislike about him,she could steel herself against the insidious,treacherous,delightful yearnings he set off within her. But that perfect visage and magnificent body were mere trappings for spirit of true nobility. How could she do other that fall completely under his spell,forget her own dreams, and become just one more in what was no doubt a very long line of simpering females grateful for his merest attentions?

Curled in the shelter of his body,feeling more cared for and protected than she ever had in her life, "I Don't want to sleep," she whispered.

"What do you want to do?" His voice was soft in the darkness ,so very near.

"Lie here...like this..."

She thought that being a man,he would object,would want more, but he merely kissed that smooth curve of her shoulder and fitted her against his body, her back to his chest and his arm resting on her waist,his fingers lightly brushing her belly.

Khushi exhaled slowly. Her limbs felt like water, she felt his hardness through the thin silk of the night robe,yet he did nothing,said nothing, only held her.

"Do you ever lose control?" she asked.

He was silent,considering finally, he said, "Not in a ling time."

"Do you want to?" The question surprised her. She did not know where it come form or why. Likely he did not either but he answered all the same.

"Control is important. That is most obvious in battle where it makes the difference between who lives and who dies, but it always matters."

"As it did when you stitched up your own wound?"

"Yes without control i would not have survived."

"Waht about when you were a child?"

"I was lucky then and I had Akash to shield me."

She turned in his arms,amid the soft rustle of silk, and faced him. Her slender fingers lightly stroked the square line of his jaw. "I am not talking about war, you have not answered my question."

"I do not understand it. Why would I want to lose control?"

"You might discover that you do not always need it. You trusted your brother. You knew you could always rely on him. Have you ever trusted anyone else like that?"

He answered quickly, emphatically. " No."

Her legs entwined with his, her toes tracing the muscled line of his calves. " Do you want to?"

"Do you really have to ask what i wish, and twice?"

His chuckle was deep and affectionate. " Forgive me for being blunt, sweetheart, but isn't it rather obvious?"

It was and becoming more so by the moment, but Khushi refused to be distracted. While she felt so emboldened she meant to make the most of it.

"Indulge me," she murmured against his chest, " tell me what the man inside carves."

"Are you asking if I would like to trust you? yes , of course I would. he cupped her breast, drew his thumb over the rigid nipple, he agreed when he felt her shiver," you could begin by not fighting me."

"I do not," she protested. " It is absurd to say so given what has passed between us."

"You do," he insisted, " inside. You hold back,trying to steel yourself against me or against the pleasure I would give you or both. I am not certain what it is that you see as weakness, threat, danger of some sort. But it is there all the same. I can feel it and I would that I did not."

"Yet you win anyways." She looked at his hand , cupping her, then into his eyes. " What difference except that you must put forth more effort for your victory? Is that what you object to?"

"Nay sweetheart, Believe me, savoring you is no hardship. I would simply know you are willing...without reserve."

"You would have me keep nothing of myself."

"Keep all," he corrected," but share with me."

He sensed her wavering and pressed home his advantage then, his skilled hands and mouth moving over her. Quickly enough she was lost to pleasure, the restless stirrings of her mind muted by the thrumming of swiftly rising passion. His victory this time was easier and even more complete. As it was when he drew her to him again and again.

Yet before the first gray light of dawn appeared, it was Khushi who rose above him in the shadows around their bed. She smiled at his sleepy-eyed surprise.

"You have forgotten our pact, Lord?"

More stated than he had ever been, Arnav looked at her inn frank amusement. "My sweet, I hate to disappoint you but____"

"You will not," She promised, and bent to her chosen task. Before very long, the Lord of Landsend knew beyond any hint of doubt that his wife was woman of her word and first time he felt survived after loosing control...

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Archa @archaKashyap

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a beautiful chapter... looking forward to the next one

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AdventureAwaits @AdventureAwaits

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