𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕

CHAPTER 41 ♡

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Shreyansh's eyes, gleaming with a hint of intoxication, locked onto Arya's as he whispered, "I want to devour you, and today, you won't be able to resist." His voice was husky, his words slurred slightly from the alcohol. Arya's heart skipped a beat as he leaned in, his breath carrying the scent of whiskey and desire.

With a sly smile, he captured her soft lips, his cold mouth contrasting with her warm skin. The kiss was gentle, yet possessive, his lips moving softly, lovingly. Arya felt herself melting, her body surrendering to Shreyansh's tender touch.

As he deepened the kiss, Arya tasted the whiskey on his lips, the bitter flavor mingling with the sweetness of his mouth. She felt like she was drowning in the sensation, her mind foggy with pleasure.

Shreyansh's hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her skin. His touch was like fire, burning away her inhibitions, leaving her wanting more. Arya's moans were muffled by his lips, her body arching towards him, craving his touch.

"Kiss me back, jaan," Shreyansh whispered, his soft tone sending shivers down Arya's spine. His gentle fingers creased her cheeks, melting her heart like wax. Her chest heaved up and down, as if beckoning the emotions of love to awaken within her. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire, and nodded her head again, inviting him closer.

Shreyansh's lips crashed onto hers, unleashing a torrent of passion. This kiss was different - it was fierce, all-consuming, and full of desire. Their lips moved in tandem, their tongues entwining in a sensual dance, fighting for dominance. The air was electric with tension as they devoured each other, their hearts beating as one.

Shreyansh's teeth grazed Arya's lower lip, biting down lightly, sending a jolt of pleasure through her veins. A soft moan escaped her lips, her hands instinctively wrapping around his midriff, her fingers caressing his hair. The other hand roamed his torso, exploring every contour, every muscle.

Their lips remained locked, Shreyansh refusing to relinquish his hold, even for a second. Arya's breathing grew labored, her lungs burning for air. Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Shreyansh released her lips, his eyes blazing with passion, his chest heaving with desire. The separation was brief, for he couldn't resist the pull of her lips, and he dove back in, their love a raging inferno that couldn't be tamed.

But Shreyansh didn't relent, his lips merely migrating to Arya's neck, where he unleashed a new wave of assault. "Ahhhhh..." she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. He took a gentle bite of her skin, his teeth grazing her neck, sending shivers down her spine. To soothe the ache, he sucked the spot, his warm tongue lavishing attention on her sensitive skin.

Arya's eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back in surrender. "S-he-y...ple-as-e..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, as she fisted his hair, holding him close. Shreyansh's own pleasure spiked at the sound of her moans, his desire fueled by her obvious enjoyment. He gazed up at her face, his eyes locking onto hers with a smoldering intensity. "You're enjoying it, aren't you, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his smirk hinting at his own arousal.

Arya's cheeks flushed, her lips bitten in a futile attempt to stifle her embarrassment. She turned her face away, her eyes avoiding his, but Shreyansh merely chuckled, his breath caressing her skin.

Shreyansh's face burrowed deeper into the gentle curve of Arya's neck, his nose nudging the delicate skin as he inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet scent of her perfume and the intoxicating aroma of her skin. "You smell like...heaven," he whispered, his voice muffled against her neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. His fingers intertwined with hers, and he gently lifted her hands above her head, pinning them to the pillow. Arya's eyes fluttered closed, lost in the pleasure of his soft kisses on her neck, his lips tracing gentle patterns on her skin.