The taste of sweet jam invaded Ahanay's senses who was for a few seconds, stunned by her move. Taking this as a cue, Ahanay wrapped his arms around her body and lowered her to the floor, pulling away from the kiss to meet her eyes. God. How was this demon so feminine, so beautiful? He caressed her wild hair, looking openly at her face, her eyes closed, her lips parted, her breath hitched in anticipation of him. He loved her in this surrendered position where he could have all of her, vulnerable, naked, and honest.

Honest. He loved how the most outrageous, but truthful words tumbled out of her mouth and crashed against him. Why didn't you have sex with me yet? Her voice had blasted through the library, drawing all his attention. He had only pretended to read after then, because how could he when she was right in front of him and he couldn't stop trying to read her? Did she love him?

Did she love him Did she love him Did she love him Did she love him Did she love him---

"Stop thinking and kiss me!" commanded the demon and he obliged with much enthusiasm, bending down to catch her soft lips in his and devouring her whole.

He felt her breasts brush against him as she arched her back, wanting more and he quickly undid her bra and removed his shirt, never breaking away from the kiss. He felt her hard nipples and soft breasts against his naked chest and he groaned, leaving her mouth to leave a trail of kisses further down. Her trembling chin, her quivering throat, and the rise and fall of her breasts, he loved how alive she felt under his lips. The moment he sucked her nipple, she quickly grabbed his shoulders and gently pushed him away, her eyes squeezing shut and her face flushing in near embarrassment. Smirking against her hot skin, he trailed kisses further down till his mouth reached the end of her stomach.

Hooking his fingers on the band of her pants and underwear, he looked up and straight into her eyes, for consent.

"Can I?" He asked, when she stared at him for too long, her eyes gleaming with a pool of desire.

"Please," her voice was barely a whisper, but it turned him on to the point that he went mad with desire, removing her pants and underwear in one go.

Her legs were shaking as he opened them apart, kissing the hot, throbbing part of her that made her instantly grab his hair, not knowing whether to push him away or pull him closer.

"I should have done this before," he said, this time sucking on her clit and her thighs clasped around him, wanting to close her legs and stop this overwhelming, foreign, but delightful sensation that left tingles prickling her skin all over like invisible goosebumps. Holding her thighs and drawing them erotically apart till her shame reached its peak, Ahanay moved further down and began sucking her wet region. Her shame had made her stifle her moans all this while, but now he could hear them escaping her lips, pushing him toward his own edge. He didn't know when he was last this hard, wanting someone this badly. He pulled away briefly to capture her face, the blissful face that had forgotten about the shame and lost in pure pleasure. He loved when he could do this to her.

"I love you," he rasped, continuing the lovemaking with his expert tongue, but she didn't seem to hear him.

"Uuuuuhh---ooooh---hehe---that tickles-oh, oh! Oh god, holy be thy name---"

"Naina."

"Uh---what?"

"I love you."

"Oh, that's erm very nice of you."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing, so he pulled away to look up at her from between her open legs like a doctor about to help in birth, waiting.

"What happened?" She asked, her eyes droopy and disoriented.

"I said that I love you."

"Okay," she said, trying to blink away the cloud of desire and see clearly.

"Do you love me?" Ahanay couldn't understand why his voice was shaking, whatever had happened to his confidence?

"Can we continue this and talk about uh-that later?" Ahanay kept silent at that request, watching her squirm uncomfortably as she didn't know how else to respond to a man proposing who was literally in between her legs. "Fine, I love you too."

The lie uncomfortably rolled towards him and he didn't catch it, leaving it lying.

"Fine?" He thought to himself wickedly, a quiet anger suddenly started rising in him, to rise above his sinking heart. Had he been delusional all this while to see love in her eyes? How could she not love him after all those moments that they shared, that were so close to his heart?

Without saying anything else, he buried his face once again in between her legs, this time increasing the pace of his tongue that made her curl her toes and nearly scream out his name at the suddenness. He could feel her thighs clenching around him, her body close to an orgasm. With all the rage built within him, he pulled away just then, standing up.

"Ahanay," she said, her eyes fluttering open and he almost surrendered at that voice. He wanted to give her an orgasm and more, everything in the world, but he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted her to feel all the love surging within him, the love that was agonizing and making him go mad. He wanted her to feel the desire that made him ache more than her, the longing to always have her. Not just someone to warm his bed at night and leave during the day.

"I have to go," he said coldly, his eyes sweeping over her body once that made her suddenly conscious. She looked so beautiful with her wild, disheveled hair, her flustered face and her swollen lips as she tried to sit up. He definitely needed a cold shower and a lot of prayers after this one. Bending down, he picked a blanket that had fallen and haphazardly covered her, his ego preventing his love to reveal itself more.

"Go? Where? Now? Why?" Questions tumbled out of her mouth as she held her blanket against her chest, slowly realizing that he was doing her dirty.

"That's none of your concern," he said, wiping his lips with the back of his sleeves deliberately before exiting the room, fighting against his own body to rush back in and scoop her in his arms.