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He leaned down to kiss her again.

This time, she turned her face away.

"Why do you fight it?" he whispered against her skin, his voice wrecked. "Your body never lies to me."

She squeezed her eyes shut, fists curled at her sides, breath shivering as he slipped his hand lower, testing her trembling response.

Her thighs tightened around his hand instinctively, breath stalling—but she didn't push him away.

"You're soaked," he muttered darkly. "And you want me to believe you don't want this?"

Her voice came out cracked and nearly soundless. "Please… stop."

But she didn’t move. Didn’t scream. Didn’t fight like before.

A single tear slid down her cheek as he moved his finger slowly inside her—once, then again. And she gasped, curling slightly, a broken sound escaping her throat. Her hand flew to cover her mouth, but the moan still slipped through her fingers.

His eyes darkened further, drinking in every twitch of her body, every breath she tried to swallow.

His mouth dropped to her neck latching there.

"I shouldn't want this," she whispered through her sobs. “I shouldn’t want you.”

Her nails dug into the dresser’s edge behind her, body torn between resistance and surrender. Her legs trembled around him.

"Why do you ruin everything?" she choked.

"Because I was never meant to be your salvation, Mishti."

He reached out, tracing the contours of her waist.Her sobs turned to sighs of pleasure.

He took her breasts in his hands. Her nipples were tiny pebbled peaks of arousal.

He kneaded gently, and she caught her breath. "Would you care to make a wager on that?"

She was aroused,she knew. Even now, she could feel the wetness between her thighs, feel her sex gaping.

She only hoped that he could not. "No.." she said weakly, as he caressed her nipples with his thumbs.

To her surprise, and relief, he obliged. She felt his hands leave her breasts. Her relief was shortlived, however, for his mouth was suddenly on it. Heat. Wetness. Hunger. She cried out at sensation, involuntarily arching her back.

He smiled in satisfaction and sucked harder.

He bit down gently, then harder. A whimper escaped her throat, and she writhed, unable to bear the pain, and the pleasure.

He moved to her other breast, licking first everywhere but the nipple, then circling it until she thought she would go mad.

Finally, he sucked it intil his mouth, suckling so hard she thought he meant to devour her entire breast.

"Shall I stop?"he asked, lifting his head.

"Yes," she said reluctantly. She felt him shift, move, and knew not whether to be relieved, or disappointed.

His fingers plunged inside her. She screamed.

"Ah,"he said in satisfaction. "Music to my ears. Do you scream when you come? I think you do - scream for me, darling. Scream when you come."

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