Ashaangi SS Entwined (Completed ✔️)

Entwined - Chapter Thirty

Author's note

Hey guys, hope you all are doing good. I hope you enjoy reading the chapter. Thank you for your response on the previous chapters. Forever grateful for the love and support you shower for my stories.

I know I'm late. Was busy and sick lately. Couldn't find time to write. Finally managed to pen down a chapter. There'll a OS coming on Short Story book. Hope you like that too.

Its Mannar's birthday tomorrow. I know we all are excited but please keep our fandom's mantra in mind. NO EXPECTATIONS NAMAHA. Chellamma ta irundhu story varadhu periya doubt dhan. Nalaiku vandha sandhosam. Varla na please don't be disheartened. Its HIS day. Let's celebrate him.

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Disclaimer

This story is a piece of fiction based on the author's imagination and has nothing to do with the actual life of the characters mentioned in the story. I have casted Ashwin Kumar and Sivaangi Krishnakumar as leads.

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Ashaangi SS Entwined

Chapter Thirty

WARNING: First half of the chapter contains mature content. Skip if you are underage or uncomfortable.

Ashwin smirked as he saw Sivaangi panting heavily. Tightening his grip on her waist, he dipped his head and brushed his lips against hers before trailing his lips to her cheek and kissed there.

They both were watching a movie in their room. Half way into the movie, they found themselves devouring each other's lips. Sivaangi couldn't keep up with Ashwin. She ran out of breath soon and he smirked feeling proud of making her breathless.

"Ashwin!" Sivaangi moaned in a shaky voice when his lips peppered kisses along her collarbone; his beard tickling her.

He smirked against her skin before sucking on her skin. She hissed when his teeth grazed her. His fingers drew lazy patterns on her waist as his lips nibbled on her nape. Her one hand stayed on his neck while the other was buried in his locks.

She arched her neck to give him more access and boy, did he used it perfectly. Pulling her t-shirt neck little wide, he attacked her neck with his lips as he left a trail of marks on her skin.

His lips trailed its way back to her lips as his hand slipped inside her t-shirt. Just as his lips touched hers, he palmed her clothed bosom. Her moan died into his mouth when he fondled her bosom.

Even in the air-conditioned room, their body and breath were hot. He pulled back from the kiss and they both were panting. He was careful not to crush her with his weight. So, his one hand always kept a space between them.

She lifted her hand and caressed his cheek as they stared at each other. He, in return, pressed her bosom making her gasp. Her hand trailed from his cheek to his neck making him react to her touch. Her hand fisted his t-shirt and pulled him closer.

His hand loosened on her bosom as she pulled him closer. In a nick of second, he rolled her over him. She was now lying over him; more like sitting on his stomach and leaning over him.

She gasped while he smirked before raising a single eyebrow. She bit her lips and he eyed at her to come closer, his one hand holding her waist while the other caressed her cheek before freeing her lips from her teeth.