Third person.
“What if I don’t want to let you go today?” he whispers speaking closer to her ear.
“Then I will stay” getting on her tip toes she replies whispering in his ear.
Placing her down on the old desk which he had used to pin her earlier he lightly pushes her and as an impact she falls back on the desk.
Something about her was so alluring that he always ended up getting attracted and losing control over himself.
She wanted to give her everything to the moment.
She wanted to cherish it.
It was the saree her mom had bought for her on her eighteenth birthday.
He started tracing her belly chain with his fingers wanting to get rid of that blockage as soon as possible. The waist chain, pulled with such intensity broke down and the beads started falling on the floor.
He found her body shuddering under him as an effect.
The moment turned into a sensual one.
He found her luscious.
His hands worked their way towards her forehead travelling down to her nose. He pinched her nose which he always found cute earning himself a glare from her. His hands travelled their way towards her lips tracing them finally stopping on her collar bones.
He started showering wet kisses on her collar bones and his hands automatically made their way towards the plates of her saree. He started opening her plates one by one. With each move towards her bottom she shivered under him.
She didn’t seem to have any sense of the surroundings. Wet heat started pooling between her legs as she lied only in her panties half naked under him.
He earned a groan of protest from her when his hands left her bottom.
He silenced her with a spank on her ass.
His hands made their way towards the knot of her blouse but he started drawing patterns on her lower back to tease her more.
Satisfied with the teasing he decided to stop and his hands started opening the knot of her blouse.
But something inside him stopped him.
All this suddenly felt wrong and immoral to him.
As if you have ever had any morals and principles.
He wanted to avenge her but not by getting physically involved with her. He almost felt disgusted by himself for this.
He wanted to ruin her emotionally but this felt disastrous.
He knew he can’t do this.
Not now.
Never ever.
He started tying the knots of her blouse and doing her undone plates making her look at him with a confused look.
“What”- she started to speak.
“I just got the message drake said they need us down” he cut her off.
“But they said no work today” she pouted.
“Last moment issues you see” he spoke looking anywhere but towards her.
“Oh” was all she spoke.
She didn’t want to work today.
“Also I always wanted my first time with my love to be special which is definitely not in this old basement” he tried reasoning and consoling her.
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Scars
Romance"Women are weak very weak creatures" he articulates his voice cold and raspy a strange cockiness adorning it. "Like a glass crystal feeble and translucent" One flick and its over for them. Was he wrong? Yes Did he care? No "I will break you so...