Chapter 83 Want You

Chapter 83 Want You
Arihya POV

Two Weeks Later

The cleaner came to inform me that I had a visitor outside at first my mind when to Zayn, how did he manage to find me?

Yes he knew I did private tutoring was he wasn't interested and didn't know who my client was, Mr Lawrence only knew i was married but didn't know who my husband was, only cassian knew I was here and I'm so sure he wouldn't betray me.

I don't want to create a scene here but my heart kept beating hard as I followed the cleaning lady downstairs we stepped out of the gallant gate and saw a car packed few distance from us and my suspicion grew but I went toward, opened the car door and stepped inside anyways but sitting in that car was someone I didn't expect to see, cassian.

An explosion of fire burst inside me spreading from my stomach to the tips of my fingers and my blood sizzled. I don't know what the hell is going on and how on earth his here, I don't give a damn if his married with kids and how he got that cleaning lady to call me.

He pressed his lips on mine with such great intensity that my first response was to push him away.

I brought my palms up to his chest to shove him as hard as I could, but when he nipped at my bottom lip and then licked it, soothing the sharp sting with his tongue, want filled my
veins with boiling water.

Then have miss this feeling and soon a moan traveled up my throat and my fingers curled as I scraped my nails down his stomach, stopping at his belt buckle.

He hissed against my lips and then slid his tongue inside my mouth and I felt that wet glide between my legs. Just the knowledge that his hands were on me sent a tremble
through me but the feel of them, the palm sliding over my hip to the curve of my ass and the gentle yet unyielding grasp on my throat, incinerated any of the resistance left in me and I swayed toward him, my body melting against his.

His lips left mine after I’d only had a single taste of him and protest flooded my veins. I suddenly wondered if he enjoyed been with me than his wife but the thought was only fleeting as he moved a hand into my hair, grabbing
a fistful and tilting my head. He nipped a line down my neck, pulling the skin between his teeth and lightly sucking.

My heartbeat dropped like a weight between my legs and the heat of his body, the force of his presence, the anger in his movements, it stole my breath and with my palms resting on his stomach, I could only pant like some kind of doll while he nipped and sucked at my throat, my collarbone, the tops of my breasts.

Soon his fingers glided up the outsides of my legs, drawing my dress upward until a glimpse of my white thong showed at the junction of my thighs.

He dropped his gaze, and the warmth of it seared through the material, brushing my clit
as strongly as if he’d touched me there. Heat tugged in my lower stomach and I rolled my hips, closing the small distance between us, trying to find some relief from the ache inside.

A car alarm sounded from somewhere on the street, but the noise barely registered as his eyes followed his hands over my body. He wasn’t kissing me anymore, just touching
me, in the soft sound of our breaths and the patter of rain.

He was rough yet meticulous in his movements, as if he was infatuated with every curve and dip but hated himself for it. He slid a palm lower to grab a handful of my ass, and
then he placed a slap on my cheek, caressing the sting with a rough palm.

A low moan traveled up my throat, and I lightly bit down on his chest to keep it in. My insides liquefied, my limbs light as air, while I let this man touch my body without even kissing me in return.

There was something so filthy about it, so far from romantic and it was making me hotter than I’d ever been.

He rubbed the string between my cheeks, up and down, pausing just before reaching the wet material between my thighs. I couldn’t breathe as every nerve in my body waited in anticipation for how low he would go.

Desperation was eating away at me, burning and clawing at my insides. I couldn ’t take it any longer.

“Cassian . . .”

He made a tortured noise and muttered some thick Arabic word which I couldn't understand and we never speak Arabic to each other.

Before I could lower myself, he spun me around and pushed my front against the trunk of his car. I gasped but swallowed it as the heat of his body met my back.

He pulled my hair to one side and pressed his face into my neck and a shudder erupted beneath my skin, warm from his soft touch and cold from the volatile energy emanating from him.

“Why the fuck would you call a married man in the middle of the night and proceed to block me without saying anything, Arihya.”

Oh, what I wanted is what I'm getting right now, I wanted he to know so badly but the press of his lips against the hollow of my ear stole my breath and voice. All I could do was shake my head because I couldn’t bear to let this end, not yet.

“Say it.”

I shook my head again, but my mouth betrayed me. “I wanted you.”

“You wanted, what?” he murmured, tracing the edge of my ear with his tongue and goosebumps ran down my arms.

“I’m want you,” I breathed. I’d always known it.