I don't know what fuck I write🙂 My brain ij dieing.

I’m not making love to you tonight. I’m ravaging you.”

The low growl of his voice faded into a silence that was broken only by her soft whimpers. His fingers moved over her silk-soft skin, inciting gasps that he swallowed as he kissed her. Bondita stood with her back against the wall, her hair still wet from her shower, her eyes closed, her body quivering with anticipation.

“Please, please, please,” she chanted, her breath ragged.

“Not until you say it again.”

She growled - an adorably sexy sound that set his desire alight - as she moved her hips, trying to force his fingers where she wanted them.

“I need …”

“Say it again.”

She shook her head. Anirudh bit down a smile and moved his fingers down her thigh, further and further from their goal.

“Then I’ll just stop …”

“No,” she panted.

He kissed her, long and deep and hard, trying to convince her without words. He needed this, he just hadn’t known how much until a few minutes ago, when her desire had gotten the better of her. What had started as teasing - a way to ignite her in preparation for later tonight - had turned into this.

Her, against the wall, and him, teasing and punishing her resistance.

His fingers slid up her thigh and stopped just shy of her. They started back down.

“Anirudh!”

It was a frustrated growl, almost a warning, but it warmed him inside.

Finally.

He rewarded her, his fingers covering the final few centimeters until she moaned. She collapsed against the wall, needing his other hand at her hip to hold her upright. He kissed her neck, gently biting and allowing blood to pool, forming a mark that would stay on her for the next day. Or two.

“Keep saying it, baby🙂.”

She wasn’t listening. She seemed to have forgotten he was even in the room. He chuckled before focussing all his attention on her, playing her body like an instrument tuned to his touch.

And when she was close, when he knew she couldn’t take much more, he froze.

“One more time, Bondita,” he urged.

Her response was a garbled sound - moan mixed with what passed for swearing from his wife. He laughed, his fingers performing a languid dance over her skin. She squirmed.

“Why are you doing this?” bondita breathed, her fingers tugging helplessly at his hair.

“I like it when you take my name,” his lips moved against her neck, “you know that.”

“I can’t.”

He kissed her forehead before stepping back slightly to look at her. She was still wearing the dress of her night-suit, but the pants were pooled at her ankles with her underwear. She was breathing hard, but the determination in her eyes was unwavering. She wasn’t going to give in. Not like this.

It was time to use his last weapon.

He kissed her roughly, biting and sucking, as his hands roved inside her dress and made her gasp and moan. He unzipped it and slid the material down her arms, where it joined its partner on the floor. He grinned at her wickedly before dropping to his knees.

Her fingers tangled almost painfully in his hair as she moaned in anticipation. This was her favourite thing in the world.

Well, almost her favourite.

“Love you, dammit” he whispered.

He teased her, hooking her leg over his shoulder and kissing his way up and down. She bore the sweet torture for several long minutes, but eventually gave in.

“Please, Anirudh.”

She rocked into him as he obliged her, giving her what she was desperate for. Her head hit the wall with a soft thud. She held him in place, pulling at his hair. Her sounds became louder, echoing around him.

She shook with the beginnings of her release.

He stopped. “Not until you say it, baby.”

She tried to push him back down as he kissed his way up her body, but he was relentless. He captured her lips in a gentle kiss before lifting her up and placing her carefully in the middle of their bed.

“Rakshas babu!” she complained as he left her briefly.

His clothes hit the floor with a soft rustle before he reached for the foil wrapped packet in his bedside drawer. They weren’t ready for another child, not with Ani still so unsure of his place in their lives.

“I’ve never denied it,” he instilled as much innocence as possible into his smile as he returned to her.

The crashed together, limbs tangling and bodies entwining as they kissed. She arched up into him, her nails digging into his skin. His fingers tightened on her hips, leaving marks she would find in the morning. Their kisses became messy as they struggled to breathe.

And still they didn’t come together, though now his control hung by a thread.

“Say my name,” he groaned, “and promise me you’ll always say it.”

“Why?”

“I need you to,” he confessed.

Her gaze sharpened as she was distracted from her pleasure.

“You need me to?” she repeated.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Ani sighed. There was nothing to gain by hiding it from her.

“You’re my wife, my equal.”

Bondita frowned up at him, “I don’t understand.”

“Even if you’re not willing to take my name any other time, I need you to do it here, in our marriage bed.”

“But …”

“No,” he brushed tendrils of hair from her damp forehead, “Anything else feels wrong. In this room, on this bed, there’s nothing but us. You’re just bondita and I’m just Anirudh, your Anirudh.”

Bondita, his bondita, bit her lip as she considered. He rolled his hips absently as he waited and earnt a light smack to his chest.

“Let me think!”

Grinning, he buried his face against his wife’s neck to breathe her in.

“Will you tell anyone?” she asked.

“What the—” he growled, pushing slightly away, “Why the hell would I even—”

“Hush,” bondita clamped her hand over his mouth.

He fumed, debating whether a bite or kiss was more appropriate, but she spoke before he’d decided.

“Okay. I will.”

A wave of contentment rushed through him, cutting through his brief frustration. He kissed her palm.

“Mmmm,” he hummed, guiding her hand to his shoulder, “Start tonight.”