| our beautiful hate | book 1 in trilogy | [completed?]

꧁ SIA ꧂

For over a minute, he's fishing out his room key in his jeans pockets. "Don't do that," Raghav blurts.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"Cleavage show." He checks the inner pocket of his jacket. "It's distracting as usual."

My folded arms drop to my sides. "You never told me."

"What was I supposed to tell? You would've considered me a pervert." We both let out a sigh when he finds the key.

"Right. Why would you watch it?"

"I said I was attracted to you," he says, unlocking the door and we enter the already lighted room.

"Makes the two of us," I admit as I sit at the foot of the bed to take off my heels.

Throwing his jacket on the chair, he settles beside me, undoing his shoelaces. "I'm pleased to know."

"Are you?" I attempt to entice him. His feet push our shoes away, then he straddles me in his lap; I giggle.

He smiles. "Yes. Want me to prove?" 

"Mmhm, sounds good to me." My nose nuzzles his as I dig fingers in his hair. He kisses me chastely at first then it's all passionate. He bites my bottom lip, sucking it and making me moan his name.

"I love the way you moan my name."

Blushed, I pull his shirt overhead and easily notice those faint scars. His arms extend behind as he leans back and whispers, "Ignore," realizing that I'm staring at his scars for too long.

"I wish to erase them." I hold back the tears, determined not to ruin our night.

"You can with your kisses," he murmurs almost stoically. I lean to kiss the scar at the top of his left breast. His breathing paces as my lips move to kiss the next on his sternum. My mouth tenderly lands at the corner of his pelvic bone, followed by the scar above his belly button then at the last right rib. My Raghav is so beautifully scarred.

"Did I hurt you?" His clenched jaw relaxes at the touch of my fingertips.

"No." His voice is stern. "Now, kiss my chest with every bit of your desire for me."

I kiss his breast, greedily licking circles around his nipple and repeating to the other. He grunts as my tongue traces his abs, his delicious V. "I hate you," I whisper against his mouth.

"I hate you." Sitting straight, he squeezes my ass, making me whimper, then tugs down the zip of dress, pulling it overhead. "I have been dying to do this." His tongue slips in the valley of my compressed breasts by the bra, and I gasp, holding his shoulders. "You taste exactly like I thought," he groans.

"Y-you... thought about me?" I'm whimpering as his tongue is whipping my cleavage.

"There are so many things I thought to do with you."

"I want to do all of them with you".

"I like your spirit." He grins lopsidedly, making me blush.

"Should I?" I ask as I undo the fly of his jeans.

"Look into my eyes and do that." At his tempting command, I get down his lap, kneeling at his feet and stare into his eyes as I drag the jeans down his long athletic legs. I chew the inside of my cheek, gaping at the same bulge I had seen at my first visit. "Like something you see?"

"Yes---I mean, no. I mean, yes."

He pulls me up on his lap. "You are my innocent angel, aren't you?"