Play In Darkness (Eng/END)

17. The Taste of Your Lips and The Trace On My Skin

Delisha's saliva caught in her throat while getting caught by gaze as sharp as the eagle's. She didn't think that Imdad Hussain, who usually seems friendly, now looks cruel and intimidating. All because of that woman named Anjali. It turned out she has a huge influence on the man. Damn it !!

"In fact, I'm glad she left me," said Imdad with a faint grin. He opened his seat belt to lean over Delisha. "So I can meet a stranger whose hobby is kissing strangers."

"I'm not like that!" Delisha argued and her fists clenched to push Imdad away, but Imdad's big hands held her.

"Oh, yeah? So you don't mess with me? You don't reject me, you keep coming to me. You really are interested in me, you just don't want to admit it, do you?"

Delisha's breath was short and tight. She couldn't explain how she felt. She shouldn't have started pointing out Imdad with her skepticism. From the first moment, she saw that man, she was like a night creature attracted to bright light. The golden light all over Imdad's body made her unable to look away and always wanted to be close to him. With him, she forgot her previous world. She felt safe and comfortable. She wanted to form a substance against the charm of the man.

Imdad strengthened his grip on Delisha even more. "You are not good at lying, Miss Marianne. You act so strong just to hide your feelings, and yet you are very scared!" His face was so close that he could see those beautiful brown eyes turning red and starting to water.

"Mr. Imdad, don't mess with me!" threatened Delisha while jerking Imdad's hand away.

"If you don't like it, stay away from me," replied Imdad.

With chattering teeth, Delisha opened the car door and ran out of the car. The rain creaked her. Only a few meters she ran, she stopped and hugged herself tightly. Soaked by the falling water, Delisha felt isolated and lonely.

"You're even afraid of the rain," sneered Imdad, stepping toward the woman who now looked fragile, defenseless. "Bad memories, I guess ...."

Delisha glanced at him over the shoulder. In the dark of the night and the pouring rain, the man shone like a street light to her.

"I'm sure even Marianne isn't your real name," Imdad continued. With rounded eyes, the woman turned to face him.

"What do you want?" asked Delisha in a trembling voice. She admitted defeat.

Their bodies were wet and soak. Their clothes stick to the skin. Even the cold is neglected.

"Simple," replied Imdad. "Strangers, I want us to know each other. You are the one who comes to me or I'm the one who comes to you, the result will always be the same."

Delisha's heart was pounding at this as if she had been waiting for it for a long time. "You are Mine!" Imdad held her tightly and crushed her lips with passion.

Wet and cold brought the two bodies together as if they wanted to merge into one. Imdad's two strong hands clasped Delisha's waist and shoulder as if they were about to crush her. His lips clenched firmly and his jaw locked their kiss. He didn't want her to suddenly change her mind and withdraw from him. He really wanted her physically and also her faith. Imdad's shoulder became the place for Delisha to cling to because of the difference in their height. She was ready to fall because her legs were limp from a kiss and the man was ready to hail her. Delisha didn't mind having trouble breathing, because all she was about to inhale was the man. She had never felt that way. Desirable, and the feeling is great. Her heart was beating fast as if she had gone to another realm. It was not a realm of magic that she had ever experienced, but one that was filled with excitement and curiosity.

With a deep kiss that continued, Imdad led the woman in his arms to the car. Even though they were only a few meters away, the two of them were limping, aligning the footsteps with the arms exploring each other's bodies. In a coli suit and saree over her body, it is very easy for Imdad to find her skin.

They arrived in the car and Imdad leaned Delisha into the front passenger seat. He broke their kiss. "We have to get home first," said Imdad hoarsely. His throat was dry and his breathing was heavy. His dark eyes stared at Delisha, who was flushed warmly even though her hair and face were wet with rain.

The woman nodded quickly and seemed to be struggling to swallow. Imdad hurried to the steering wheel and started driving the car into the street. He activates auto-drive mode in the car. One hand reached the back of Delisha's head and pulled her to him to kiss her on the lips again.

Delisha was unexpected the kiss. She was taken aback for a moment, but cupped the man's jaw and chose to close her eyes enjoying his kiss. It was like riding Aladin's magic carpet, lost in a tense feeling, entering a new world full of wonder. No need to be driven, their vehicles move on its own according to their destination.

Imdad's hand occasionally touched the steering wheel, but it was mostly on Delisha's body. He glanced briefly when the car alarm went on. But as long as they kiss, the car runs smoothly without problems, the auto-drive system works perfectly. Even the car stopped in front of the gate and continued when the gate opened, then headed for the garage automatically. When the car stopped, the two were still making out. The sound of their sighing and heavy breathing, accompanied by the clicking of their tongues, can be heard clearly when the car engine turns off.

Imdad broke their kiss and gently caressed the woman's face in his arms. His eye beads twitched excitedly at the change in the woman's face as a result of the kiss.

Delisha took a sip of her own lips which were reddened from the slightest swelling. Her eyes were slightly watery and her face was red from the heat.

"How does my kiss feel?"

Delisha cleared her throat for a moment. "Great!" exclaimed Delisha. The man put on a happy face. "Your car's automatic driver system is great," Delisha continued, leaving Imdad ... a little disappointed.

Imdad frowned for a moment, then suddenly grinned ignorantly. "Then I have to do a lot more," he said then cupped Delisha's lips with his again. This time he pulled Delisha's body into his lap and opened the car door. Carrying the woman's body out of the car while kissing her hungrily. They leaned against the wall several times until they finally opened the side door and entered the house, still their lips and arms intertwined.

"Your room or mine, Miss Marianne?" asked Imdad when they paused for a moment. Their breathing was heavy and their heartbeat raced as if they were running fast.

"Which one is closest?"

Imdad knows the answer. He smiled and chuckled. He returned to kiss the woman, lifted her subtle body, and brought in his arms to the back room.

In the woman's room, Imdad dropped her in the middle of the room. He deliberately didn't turn on the light, leaving the room in the dim light from the outside light that came in through the window. He embraced Delisha's body from behind and traced both sides of her curves. Delisha's body was wet and in her sari, he adored her very much. Slowly he opened the sari hook on Delisha's shoulder. Sari, heavy from the wet, fell to the floor. Big cold hands parted her long hair, revealing the exposed skin on her back. His fingers and rough lips trace the smooth skin in the area. He could hear her soft sigh.

Half-closed eyes and nervous but full of anticipation, Delisha felt her body being touched with every attention. A touch as soft as cotton. But the resulting sensation made her go crazy and couldn't help but make a sound, even in the form of muffled moans and short breaths. Imdad spun around suddenly making Delisha startled. Her eyes were rounded looking at the man.

Imdad's face darkened and his eyes were cold, muttering to her with gritted teeth. "Take off your clothes, I want to see your whole body!" he said, pulling the strap behind her neck. The brassiere loosened and exposed her entire plump cleavage.

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Delisha felt like she lost control of her body. Trembling fingers lowered the brassiere. The cloth that covered her body was now completely on the floor. The various jewels on her body had been removed by the man. On her body was left pink lingerie covering her private areas. Imdad stepped back while pulling the sari that had been wrapped around her waist only to strip her naked with eyes. Even though her body was moist, she felt a burning heat from within. Her breathing became heavy. Is this what it feels like to be stared at by a man who wants you and you want him too?

Imdad opened his own shirt without turning his gaze to the woman in front of him. She is very beautiful and prepares only for him. The woman will do whatever he wants. He threw the shirt on the floor and approached Delisha to touch her while restraining himself, making his teeth grind. If he indulges in his lusts, she may be in pain. "You are very beautiful, Miss Marianne," he muttered. The tips of his fingers lifted her chin to make it easier for him to kiss her lips. Their skin was touching and he could feel her body trembling, but not in fear.

Am I still me? thought Delisha as she closed her eyes letting Imdad Hussain suck her lips. Who is Marianne this man is calling? "Ah!" Delisha let out a short sigh as the man makes a deep, strong kiss on the curve of her neck. Not only there, but the man also traced every inch of her skin and took a strong sip at each stop to leave a mark. Delisha looked up while Imdad's head lowered further. The man is on her breasts and enjoying the pink crest in his warm mouth, while the man's hand traces her spine from top to tail.

"Ah!" Delisha gave a short groan and squeezed the man's thick, damp hair. Her mind was confused, between wanting to stop but wanting to know what was unbearable. Especially when the man's mouth moved to the surface of the skin of her stomach and lowered the lingerie with his teeth. Feeling the man's bite on her hip Delisha gasped and her eyes opened wide. "Mr. Imdad, what are you doing?"

The man knelt and looked at her with grim eyes. "Touching you," he said, "and marks you as mine." Imdad opened the woman's legs and lifted one of them over his shoulder.

"What? Ah ...!" Delisha couldn't think anymore when the man buried his face in the gap between her legs. The skillful play of tongue and finger touch in the area made Delisha's vision darken and something inside her body exploded unstoppably. She grabbed Imdad's shoulder and her nails stuck to his skin, leaving scars and a little bloodstain. Imdad gripped his hands tightly against her hips, holding her body not to soar into the sky.

"Imdad!" she whimpered as the man took a sip of the liquid. Delisha felt embarrassed and worried. She almost burst into tears.

The man lifted his face from the crotch and smiled faintly. "Don't be shy, my dear. You taste amazing in my mouth!" he said while licking his wet finger. Delisha didn't know what to say. This was the first time she felt such a touch that made her body react strangely.

Without heeding the woman's surprised face, Imdad picked her up and took her to the bed that was available in the room. He laid down the woman's surrender body and lifted the blanket up to her chest, quickly kissing her forehead. He sat for a while beside Delisha. "I think my kiss was enough to calm your nerves tonight, Miss Marianne," he said with a broad smile.

"Ah — wh-what ??" Delisha gasped with fluttering eyes.

"I hope you sleep well tonight ... and don't break things ...," muttered Imdad as he turned his gaze across the room, then looked back at Delisha who was still stunned.

Imdad chuckled at her then ruffled Delisha's hair. "I'm not going to take you right away, mere jaan, you still have much to learn."

"W-what ??"

With a smile on his lips, Imdad stared at that innocent face. He knew she was inexperienced and above all, she was still a virgin. If he fuc.ked her right away, he was sure she would not refuse. Somehow a small part of his conscience made him hold back. Ah, if only this woman could see how hard he tried to hold back.

"I'll take you when you're ready."

"Um — you mean?"

"If you can tell me your secret. Who you really are and where you come from. Maybe it can start by telling your real name."

Delisha's tongue turned stiff. She couldn't tell the facts about herself. She could be considered crazy. She's not even from this age. Delisha, the daughter of July Andrews is currently only 8 years old. She is Delisha from the future, 16 years later. Cursed, hopeless, and never fell in love.

Imdad smoothed Delisha's blanket then got out of bed. "Get a good night's sleep, mere jaan. I don't want my personal assistant to get sick. I need her to be there whenever I need," he said with a wide grin.

Delisha turned her back then hid in the blanket.

Imdad picked up his shirt and walked out of the woman's room. He leaned his back against the tightly closed door and his face hardened with a swooped eyebrow and sharp gaze. He took a deep breath and then took a big step toward his study room. He opened a secret booth behind a bookshelf. His shirt was draped over his shoulder. He chose various firearms and sharp weapons that were neatly lined up in the secret room. He pulled a gun's trigger and aimed it at the target board.

Mission, he thought. It's not just life that will be taken. Feelings must be sacrificed.

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