You own my heart ( short story series)

Part 9

Anirudh chuckled, his warm breath tickling her skin. "You caught me, love. But can you blame me for wanting to share the bed with the most beautiful woman in the world?"

Bondita couldn't help but giggle, feeling her heart flutter at his words. "Flattery will get you everywhere sir."

Anirudh leaned in, his lips hovering just inches away from hers. "Good, because I plan on flattering you all night long."

He gently cupped her delicate face with his large hands, his touch both tender and possessive. With a slow, deliberate motion, he tilted her chin upwards, his thumb tracing the curve of her jawline as he leaned in, his lips grazing hers with feather-light caresses. 

She melted into his embrace, her hands finding their way to the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. With a soft sigh, Bondita pressed herself closer to him, the warmth of his body seeping into her skin, igniting a fire deep within her soul.

Anirudh's hands, strong and sure, trailed down the curve of her spine, pulling her even closer as their kiss deepened. With a gentle urgency, he explored every inch of her lips, his movements both passionate and tender. His lips moved against hers with a hunger that matched her own, each kiss a silent promise of his love and devotion.

Bondita let out a soft moan of pleasure, her body arching, as she surrendered herself completely to the intoxicating heat of their embrace. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw. As their kiss grew more heated, she felt the unmistakable thud of his heartbeat against her chest.

His hands, now roaming freely, traced the curve of her waist. With a low groan, he dipped his head, trailing kisses along her jawline, his breath hot against her skin. "You have no idea what you do to me love." he murmured, his voice husky.

A soft giggle escaped her lips as he nuzzled against her, "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea, But Is that a bad thing?" she teased, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Anirudh shook his head "No," he breathed, "It's the best thing that's ever happened to me..................You drive me wild, and i fucking love it?" he admitted, his voice laced with raw need.

Bondita smiled up at him, her gaze filled with love and mischief. "Well, I'm glad to hear that," she teased, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm, "because I have no intention of stopping."

His laughter rumbled deep in his chest, "Good," he murmured, "I wouldn't want you to stop either." His hands, still lingering on her waist, tightened their hold on her, his lips finding hers once again in a searing kiss.

She couldn't resist the playful urge that bubbled inside her. Breaking the kiss, she looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. With a slow, teasing motion, she trailed her hands from his face, down to his chest, feeling the solid contours of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt.

Anirudh's breath hitched in his throat as she teased him, her touch sending shivers coursing through his veins. His eyes, darkened, met hers, a silent plea for more.

Bondita smiled wickedly, her fingers patiently undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one. Fingers moving with agonizing slowness as she exposed inch after inch of his tanned skin to her hungry gaze. His groans of pleasure spurred her on, her own desire building with each passing moment.

He watched her with hooded eyes, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hands, still on her waist, trembled with anticipation as she finally slid his shirt off his shoulders, her touch setting his skin ablaze with desire.

she looked at him mischievously, took his hand and led him towards the bed. His heart pounded in his chest, knowing that he was about to experience a pleasure unlike any other.