A M E L I A

Ekaksh grabs a hold of my wrist, turns me around and secures his arms around me, pushing past the crowd and leading me to the exit. He makes sure to keep me protected as we walk past the swarm of people jumping and dancing to the beats of the song and cheering the songs at the top of their lungs. We exit the stadium and with our hands entwined together, he leads me to the car. 

The moment we reach away from the crowd, his arms leave my body and before I can process anything further, Ekaksh has me pinned against the passenger door of his car as his lips come crashing down on mine. The desperation drips from the way he kisses me ferociously, his hand coming to the back of my head and he tilts my face to have the perfect angle his lips need. 

I arch my back slightly to give access to his free arm to wrap around my waist while my own arms drape around his neck and tugs at the ends of his hair, grabbing the short hair near his neck. Ekaksh thrusts his tongue inside, deepening the kiss and I reciprocate with the same intensity, desperate for his taste. We pour the longings of our heart in the symphonic rhythm of our lips and tongues, creating magic against each other. 

My lungs run out of oxygen and I finally pull away from him to breathe. Ekaksh draws a breath and starts leaving sloppy kisses all over my face like a desperate lover. After a minute, he stops and cups my face in his palms, staring in my eyes intensely. 

“We should leave before my control is no longer mine to preserve.” I nod as he opens the door for me, helping me get inside before fixing my seatbelt properly and locking the door.