Warning: Mature Content! 

“That was so beautiful!” Priya exclaimed.  “I can’t believe this.” 

            “Well, believe it.” Aman said, kissing her softly.  He took her hand and stood up.  “Come on,” He said pulling to another part of the yacht. 

            “We’re not staying out here?” Priya asked. 

            “No…we need more privacy.” Aman smirked.  

            “What for?” Priya asked. 

            “You’ll see.” Aman answered. 

            He led her down some stairs into an interior part of the yacht.  There was a luxurious living area with leather couches and a bar.  Aman quickly walked through the living area straight to the very large, romantic bedroom.  He felt a tug on his hand. 

            “Aman, I don’t…” Priya began.  They had stopped walking and stood in the doorway of the bedroom. 

            “What’s wrong?” Aman asked, confused. 

            “What are we doing here?” Priya asked. 

            “We’re going to spend the night here.  Isn’t it romantic?” Aman answered, gesturing to the dimmed lighting, king-size bed with silk sheets, and bucket of champagne resting on the bedside table. 

            “Yes, very, but I think we should go home.” Priya said. 

            Aman frowned.  He turned to Priya, looking at her carefully.

            “Why?  Are you okay?” He asked. 

            “Yeah, I’m fine. I just want to go home.” Priya said. 

            “You aren’t enjoying yourself?” Aman asked.  He was so confused.  He thought that Priya would want to stay on this yacht forever, and here she was trying to leave as soon as possible.

            “I am!  Aman, I loved your surprise.” Priya tried to console him.  She could tell she was hurting his feelings, but she knew that once they got home, he would be happier than he’s ever been.  She was sure of it! 

            “Why do you want to go home?” Aman said, the sadness apparent in his voice.

            “I just…want to spend the night at home, not on a boat.” Priya knew she was hitting a soft spot.  Aman hated when she referred to his precious yacht as a boat. 

            “There’s no need to be afraid, Priya.  It’s not going to sink or anything while we’re asleep.  Hell, we’re probably not even going to sleep tonight!  And it’s a yacht, not a boat.” Aman explained.  He was getting angry.  He was feeling a mixture of anger and disappointment.  He spent so much money and put so much effort into making tonight perfect, and all Priya wanted to do was go back home.  He hadn’t prepared for this.

            “I’m not afraid to spend the night here.  I would just like to go home.  It’s our anniversary, Aman.  Shouldn’t I get whatever I want?” Priya said innocently. 

            Priya felt unappreciative, but she needed to convince Aman to take her home. 

            “You’re right.  You should get whatever you want today.  Let me just call the driver.” Aman said.  He was no longer enthusiastic and sounded very stiff. 

            Priya sighed and followed him back up the stairs.  He just needed to wait til they got home. 

            The limo ride was silent for the most part.  Priya attempted to strike up a conversation, but Aman wasn’t interested.  He wasn’t being mean or rude.  He answered all of her questions and replied to everything she said curtly, but he replied nonetheless.  He didn’t touch her at all, which was very uncharacteristic of him. 

            Once they arrived at Aman’s mansion, Aman flung open his door and got out of the limo, while the driver hurried to open Priya’s door.  Priya followed Aman to the door.  He opened it and waited for her to enter before closing it with a slam. 

            “Aman,” Priya wasn’t able to say more than that.  Aman kissed her roughly, pushing her up against the front door.  It was a dominating kiss, which surprised Priya.  She let Aman overtake her with ease, feeling guilty that she made him take her home.  He kept his hands situated on her waist, not letting them wander.  Soon, he broke the kiss, leaving Priya breathing heavily. 

            “Let’s go upstairs.” Aman said in a whisper.  He started walking up the stairs.  Priya hesitantly followed him.  She watched as he opened the door to the master bedroom.

            Aman stopped short.  He looked into the room again and looked back at Priya, a smile playing at his lips. 

            “Now I understand why the hell you were so eager to get home,” He commented.

            The master bedroom had been completely transformed into a scene straight out of a romance novel.  The bed sheets had been replaced with red, silk ones with rose petals spread about in the shape of a heart.  There were several candles that illuminated the room.  There were decorations everywhere.  A transparent canopy was even hung over the king sized bed to complete the scene. 

            “We don’t have to…don’t feel obligated just because it’s our wedding anniversary.” Aman said nervously. 

            “I want to.” Priya said simply. 

            Aman smiled at her.  He understood perfectly what Priya had in mind.  Tonight, they would consummate their marriage.  He took a step forward and kissed her as he led her into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.  He made sure to lock it even though they were the only two people in the mansion.  Aman attached his lips to Priya’s again, resting his hands on her waist.  She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.  Suddenly she pulled away, smiling. 

            “You know how you’ve never gotten the chance to take off a sari?” Priya asked. 

            Aman nodded, lost for words. 

            “Well, now is your chance.” She smiled deviously. 

            “Shit,” Aman said under his breath.  He kissed her again, this time more roughly, more urgently. 

            Aman’s hands move to the drape of Priya’s sari, tugging it off her shoulder.  The fabric fell off easily, revealing her diamond studded, sleeveless blouse underneath.  He held it firmly in his hand as Priya stepped away from him.  His eyes followed her, slightly bewildered.  She moved further back and then slowly turned around.  Her sari was coming undone.  Aman caught on quickly and began pulling at the fabric in his hand, speeding up the process as Priya continued to turn around in full circles.  Soon, the fabric gave way, leaving Priya in just her blouse and underskirt.  Her blouse was cropped to show the extent of her midriff for which Aman was grateful.  He walked up to her and caressed her bare waist, capturing her lips with his once again.  He felt Priya clawing at the buttons on his shirt.  He quickly stripped off his tuxedo jacket and then allowed Priya to unbutton his shirt. 

            Aman stepped back, looking down at his bare torso.  He looked back up at Priya. 

            “I don’t think this is fair.” He said. 

            “What?” Priya asked. 

            “I’m shirtless.” Aman said, pointing out the obvious.  “And you’re not.” He finished, smirked. 

            Priya’s cheeks burned.  She looked down immediately. She leaned down and picked up the long, embroidered fabric that had made up the drape of her sari, turned and began to walk away.  Aman reached out and held her hand, pulling her back to him.  He let his other hand travel to her bare lower back, working its way up.  Priya’s eyes closed and her grip tightened around the fabric that she had just picked up.  She felt Aman unfastening her blouse as it grew looser and looser.  He pulled at her blouse, opening it completely, exposing more of her back.  He peeled her blouse further off her shoulder, kissing her shoulders gently.  Aman unclipped the turtleneck part of her blouse, reaching around to pull it down.  He kissed at her neck, sucking it lightly.  Aman opened his eyes and noticed Priya’s lacey bra straps.  He took a step back, looking at her again.  

            “Lingerie?” Aman asked, surprised. 

            Priya turned around and smiled shyly at him.

            Aman kissed her, backing her up against the wall.  Priya felt him removing her blouse.  She felt a brief panic, feeling the need to cover up, but Aman’s affection was obscuring her senses.  She let his lips travel lower down her neck, sucking at her sweet spot.  His tongue flicked at her skin as he moved lower to the space between her breasts.  His fingers moved over the fabric of her bra, causing a sweet sensation in her chest.  In a swift movement, Aman tossed aside Priya’s blouse.  His tongue began to explore her bust line, dipping into the space between her breasts.  Priya tried her hardest to suppress a moan.  Aman skillfully undid Priya’s bra using a single hand.  Priya gasped and took a step back, holding her bra in place before it had a chance to fall.  She turned around quickly.  Aman stood up straight and carefully walked around the room, blowing out the candles that served as the only light source.  Once the room was fully enveloped in darkness, Aman made his way back to Priya.  His fingers lightly ran down her completely bare back.  He sprinkled kisses down it before pulling her towards the bed. 

            He laid Priya down, hovering over her.  Aman moved the comforters over them both, thinking that Priya wouldn’t want to be so exposed for their first time at least.  He didn’t even both brushing away the rose petals.  He kissed her with sudden urgency, trying to distract her as his slyly pulled her bra off.  Aman felt his bare chest rubbing against Priya’s as their kiss became more fervent.  Aman flipped Priya so that she was on top of him, a position he’d never allowed to happen before.  He wanted to see what she was capable of once given control.  Priya hesitated at first and then gained enough confidence to kiss Aman down his chest and down his abdomen.  Her fingers brushed against the waistband of his pants, making him curse.  She paused for a second.  Aman took advantage of her hesitation and got rid of the rest of his clothes.  Priya now laid beside him.  He propped himself up on one elbow and reached over to cup her cheek and kiss her again. 

            “Touch me, Priya.” He commanded. 

            Aman moved Priya’s hands and pressed them against his chest, guiding them lower and lower until they disappeared under the covers to explore the part of a man’s body most foreign to her.  Aman moaned in pleasure.  Priya’s heartbeat quickened as she grew more anxious.  She was reaching unfamiliar territory.  She’s never been this intimate with Aman before.  Aman grabbed her, stopping her hands from pleasuring him further.  He loosened her underskirt under the covers and slid it down, taking it off her.  Aman had never seen Priya’s legs before since they were always hidden under her long saris, but that wasn’t his concern right now.  He wouldn’t be able to see much even if their bodies weren’t hidden under the covers because of the extensive darkness in the room.  Normally, he would have insisted on leaving the lights on and would not have even entertained the idea of being under the covers, but for Priya’s sake, he would do whatever it took to make her more comfortable. 

             Aman kissed Priya again, nibbling at her neck after a little while.  He sucked roughly, making her as his.  He nipped at her lips, attempting to distract her again as he ran his hand over her flat stomach and hooked a finger on her lacey panties, tugging it lower.  Priya pulled to covers over her chest and shifted to allow Aman to remove the last piece of clothing she had on more easily.  Aman leaned down to kiss Priya, sucking at her bottom lip.  She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to collide with her own as he tasted every inch of her mouth.  He licked down her neck and moved the covers lower.  He took a deep breath and flicked his tongue at her right breast.  He felt Priya inhale sharply.  He buried his face between her breasts, surprised that she was actually allowing him to explore this part of her.  He started sucking on her breast.  Priya gently tugged at Aman’s hair, not being able to handle the sensation within her.  Aman started sucking on her other breast. 

            “Aman….” Priya moaned, wanting him to stop.       

            Aman looked at her and smirked.  He knew he was driving her crazy.  He leaned pressed his body into Priya’s, careful to keep his weight off her.   Priya gasped when she felt the extent of his arousal. 

            “It’s going to hurt at first.” Aman explained. 

            He felt Priya beginning to sit up. 

            “Hurt?” Priya asked unsurely. 

            Aman gave Priya a gentle, reassuring kiss. 

            “Just a little and then I’m going to make you feel such intense pleasure that will drive you wild.” Aman answered confidently. 

            Priya looked down unsurely.  Aman, even in the darkness, could sense her nervousness. 

            “Priya,” He said, making her look at him, “I love you.” 

            “I love you too.” Priya said, laying back down and pulling Aman on top of her.  And with that, Aman and Priya began their night of consummation.          

Omg omg omg!! Aman and Priya FINALLY consummated their marriage!  I didn't know for the life of me how on earth to write a consummation scene...didn't wanna get too graphic or make it a crappy scene.  

Listen to the song! It's the best song everrrr!! It's from 2013 but it's still so good! It's called Tum Hi Ho  from the Bollywood movie Aashiqui 2 :) 

Sorry for not updating for 2 months! School is crazzyy and now there's a lot of family issues I'm dealing with :(  Fortunately this book has one more chapter and then an epilogue and THEN IT WILL BE COMPLETE!! My first complete book!!!!  

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