[shailu4ever]

She took the bite,

Lips brushing his skin as she did

But Abhi didn’t retreat.

His fingers lingered

Pressing into the corner of her mouth

Tracing the shape of it as if memorizing its feel.

The softness of her lips

The way they parted under his touch

Pulled something deep from his chest

A need that was quiet, patient, but undeniable.

He let his fingers trail lower,

Brushing the curve of her lower lip

Then letting his thumb follow

Slowly, sensually.

A smear of ghee glistened at the edge of her mouth,

And he wiped it away

Only to let his thumb drag lightly across her bottom lip again.


She shivered.

And then

Just barely