LOVING ACP SIR - PART 2

Author's POV

The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, mingling with the hum of the AC and the rhythmic patter of rain outside. Despite the cold wind sneaking in, the couple under the comforter glistened with sweat. After catching her breath, Thalir composed herself, turned to her husband, and said

"Pass the shirt"

Aadhavan tilted his head, scanning the room for the shirt that had been discarded an hour earlier due to their heated moments. His eyes landed on it, barely clinging to the corner of the king-sized bed. With a resigned sigh, he sat up, the comforter slipping down to reveal his sculpted muscles. Thalir instinctively tugged the comforter closer, shielding herself. Aadhavan rolled his eyes.

"Do you think it's necessary dii Imsa?" he teased.

Thalir shot him a sharp glare.

"Just pick up the shirt and hand it over. Now."

With another sigh, Aadhavan crawled to the edge of the bed, grabbed the shirt, and tossed it at her face. She glowered at him before retreating further under the comforter to put it on. Aadhavan, unfazed, rolled his eyes again, leaned back against the headrest, and switched on the night lamp, casting a warm glow across the dim room.

He searched for his boxers and spotted them near the table. Positioned in the left corner, he leaned over effortlessly to retrieve them. Slipping them on, he turned back just as Thalir emerged from the comforter. Aadhavan's gaze lingered for a moment before he let out a chuckle. Thalir, puzzled by his reaction, glanced down at herself. It didn’t take long for her to notice the unevenly fastened buttons on her shirt. With a groan, she facepalmed.

As she began retreating under the comforter, he caught her wrist, gently pulling the cover away. In one swift motion, he drew her close, causing her to stumble into his bare chest. Her eyes widened in surprise, taking a moment to process what had just happened. His fingers moved to her buttons, brushing lightly against her skin, eliciting a soft gasp. Just as he reached for the next button, she grabbed his wrist, halting him, her grip firm as she clung to the last barrier of fabric between them.

"Yeei, ena dii,"

He protested, but Thalir rolled her eyes and settled onto his lap, startling him. His surprise quickly faded as a triumphant smile spread across his face. As he undid three buttons, his loose shirt slipped on one side, revealing her bare shoulder and upper breast. He leaned in and kissed her shoulder and licked the hickey he had given moments ago.

She took a deep breath, biting her lower lip, and slid her fingers into his hair, fisting it tightly as she pulled his head back. He groaned in disappointment, about to protest, but she silenced him by placing her palm over his mouth.

"Your quota for romance is over now, Mr. Aathreyan," she declared.

Aadhavan rolled his eyes, and she chuckled, withdrawing her hand from his mouth.

"Do you really have to bring up that name? Especially in moments like this, dii Imsa?" he asked, his tone laced with mild exasperation.

Thalir shrugged nonchalantly.

"This is the perfect moment, Aathreyan. I like that name just as much as I like Aadhavan. So stop complaining, because I’m never going to stop calling you that—especially in our bed. I like moaning it, and you fucking like it just as much, so don’t pretend otherwise."

Her words were sharp, yet playful, leaving him shaking his head in disbelief. He leaned in, snuggling close to her, and pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. But before he could settle, she tugged his head back by his hair again, her gaze firm.