"Can you put me down?" Her throat had strained, sweat was beading down her temples, her muscles spasming.
He withdrew his huge serpent head back from her quivering neck, nodded like a big wave in the calm sea, then curled his long tail around her tiny waist.
He carefully set her feet on the floor. "Should I turn back into my human form, Manasa?" He hissed, flickering his long bifid tongue as he slithered down to the floor, emptying the whole bed.
Her body turned to stone, her eyes not even daring to look down. Her chest heaved up, her hands fisting tightly by her thighs.
While he crawled up her leg, nuzzled his face lovingly on her stomach—bigger than her frame— then crawled up to her chest, gazing at her with warmth she could not apprehend.
Her head rang with terror. Human form?
'Aghh yes, the character also had a human form.'
Her body thrummed, her eyes flickered. Her chest swallowed and she gulped down, before she said, "S-sure."
In that moment his human form was not what she wanted, but his huge serpent body off of her, which she even denied seeing through her periphery.
"Yes, Manasa." He hissed upon her chest, gazing at her face.
He turned towards the floor and crawled down. She finally drew a shallow breath of relief, her eyes monitoring him, when suddenly a flash seared against her pupils.
She instantly shut her eyes tight, a sting surging towards her forehead. Then, blinked hard before opening them to witness a tall, brawny man, looking at her with tilted and amber eyes.
His radiance sparkled in setting sunlight, his white skin soft as a feather. Thick strands of his white, curly hair curtained his sharp and green eyes, his pink lips simpered in a honied smile.
She was bewitched, suspended against his neck-craning stature. Tingles were rippling inside her body, the air around them ceased to exist.
How could someone possess the beauty of Gods? Smile like there was no distress in the world and exist like nothing else existed.
And as if it was not enough to paralyze her of any action and breath, he had a body chiselled by the best of the Gods; shoulders which seemed to have conquered the world, chest of a man able to protect and long arms which could wrap around her and wipe the world from her brain.
"Manasa." He called her in a mellow tone, stepping a foot closer.
She blinked, jerking from the hypnosis of his body and looked into his green eyes. "Should I undress now?" He questioned leaning down against her face.
The closed space between them instantly brought out a reaction from her. She took a step back, her her eyebrows arched and asked, "What?"
No matter how one might put it, seeing your imagination alive in the world, before you is a never occurring phenomenon.
He'd usually wait naked for her as per her command, but that day, she had told him to wait for her in white.
"Manasa?" Her flinching away like that worried him, his eyebrows creasing. "Are you fine?" He questioned, stepping closer to her.
Before she could react or jolt away once again, he leaned down and rested his face against her neck, nuzzling his cheek against her warm skin.
He was worrying regarding her health, for she was acting differently. Almost like she wasn't herself.
The chill of his skin made her spine quiver and cleared the mist in her head. She recalled that the female character in the book preferred him walking around in that conservatory with only the scent of rose petals on his body and nothing else.
She revelled in that marvelous view, and ate him with her eyes, laid on that very mattress behind him.
It was one of the many reasons they had set up their bedding there and not in the bungalow.
She believed a beautiful creature like him should be close to his habitat and not in that bungalow, right beside that conservatory. She wanted his pretty house-husband to live with every requirement to live a fulfilling life.
While she recalled the characteristics of the female character and the storyline, he was dazed under her sweet scent.
He purred, crouched to her small height, eyes closed and rubbed his perfectly shaped face onto her neck, his senses wrapped in her scent.
"You smell so sweet, Manasa."
Her skin tingled at his tone, her heart rushing. He was close, way too close. Her stomach was prickling, her spine sizzling with an electric jolt.
She wished to wrap her arms around him, kiss him deep, run her hands all over his manly body, trace the nerves on his arms and so much more. But, he still was a danger. Inside that beautiful and strong body there was a monster who could easily kill her if he noticed even a hint of alteration in her character.
With a heaving chest and controlled fear, she gently pressed her palm at his shoulder and nudged him back.
His eyebrows arched, and lips flattened. His shoulders sagged down a little bit and his head tilted.
Why was she acting that way?
There were expressions on her face—expressions he had never seen before. He tried understanding what she was thinking, hurt by her rejection and finally came to a realisation. "Should I turn into my natural form?"
That was the only valid reason behin her actions and behaviour.
A tiny amount of terror scorned through her body. "Nope. I'm–I'm tired." She boomed, faking a smile, and softening her eyes towards him to make him believe her words.
A smile quickly curled his lips, the ache disappearing from his chest. "Should I massage you, Manasa?" He asked.
The character in the novel loved messages from him. His big, manly hands were well suited for her stiff body. Every touch would make her lose strands of her control, which the serpent lived for.
Her head doomed in a mist as she bobbed her head, and spoke like tenuous thread of a tone, "s-sure"
He was overjoyed. Taking care of her and obeying her were his sole duty and pride of honor.
Quickly he mounted the bed like a child for his large stature, and sat in the center. "Come, Manasa."
In a part of her chest, maybe in a bigger one, she was swooning being the center of that serpent's world. It ignited her heart, but also warned her of the unexpected upcoming situation.
Staring at his icy but warm smile, she climbed over the bed, drawing a warm and deep breath in her shallow chest.
The machinery in his head chimed, noticing the subtle crimson on her perfectly carved cheeks. It was a rare occasion for her cheeks to take such a color without the red power or being under him when he sank his length deep into her, making her feel surreal.
"Are you perhaps sick?" He questioned, tilting his head, eyebrows arching.
His worry instantly guided his palm over her forehead, his face coming so close to hers that she flinched because of his thawing breath. Her eyes glistened, swooned.
His skin beamed enchanting beauty, his eyes glistening like a green pond against the ray of sunshine. "Your temperature seems fine."
Her sinking chest came afloat when his voice reached her ears. She breathed sharply into her chest through her nose, blinked away and drew a stifled breath.
"Manasa?"
She clenched her jaw, closed her eyes, his raspy tone vibrating in her ears.
"Are you fine? You're acting so weird today." He questioned.
She needed to pull herself together. She needed to gather the arms of her losing control before they reached to expose her identity.
He'll kill you if you get swayed in the mist of his beauty.
"What do you mean?" She controlled her losing mind. "I'm–I'm fine." Smiling, she reached to remove her sweater.
"Let me help you." He instantly advanced to help her. Once done, his eyes succumbed to her hair untangling over her breasts.
She was wearing a black tank top that hugged her breasts and waist, exposing the cleavage and shoulders so beautifully it took his breath away.
He did not realize but she caught his gaze on her breasts right away.
The way his eyes were not even blinking, rose a burn in her chest. He seemed to have stopped breathing, his cheeks blushing.
Her heart thumped harder with each breath she drew, her breasts heaving up and down.
Such admiration, which even takes someone's breath away—it's intoxicating.
"What are you looking at?" She tilted her head, her heart pounding. She could not resist him anymore. He was everything she wanted.
He met her gaze, saw the darkness and quickly looked away, clutching onto her sweater on the bed. He'd witnessed the same darkness before she took every inch of him and made it hers.
"I'm sorry. Can you please lay down Manasa?" He questioned, his sharp jaw glistening against the veil of her eyes that had finally taken over her vision.
END OF THE PART
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