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Dhara's fingers clenched tightly on the pillow, her breath escalating with each passing second. Lips pressed together to stifle the impending moan, encouraging Samar to delve even further.
Outside, clouds burst with thunderstorms, intensifying the steaminess in the dark room.
His long, firm, thick length moved more rapidly over her clothes. Only he understandthe thoughts racing through his mind and the vivid imaginations of that heated moment.
Dhara wasn’t sure what she was feeling—everything was too much, too fast. The warmth between her thighs confused her, the sting of pain blending with a strange kind of pleasure she had never known before.
Her heart, still innocent, couldn’t understand how two opposite feelings—pain and pleasure—could exist together like this.
Samar’s hands pressed down beside her, anchoring her as his lips moved with growing hunger. From her jaw to her neck, to her shoulders… and then, finally, to her trembling lips.
She tried to match his intensity, tried to respond with the same fire, but she couldn’t. He was too practiced, too passionate.
She captured his upper lip between hers, trying to take control. For a moment, it felt like a silent challenge. But Samar didn’t let her win.
He bit her lower lip, just hard enough to make her gasp, and pulled it into his mouth like a warning. He was in charge—and he was reminding her of that.
Their kisses turned into something raw, something that said more than either of them ever had.
Dhara’s hands, once gripping the pillow beneath her, rose slowly to tangle in his hair. She didn’t pull—she just touched, needing to hold on to something real.
No matter how much she wanted to take the lead, to prove herself—she knew she couldn’t.
She could feel it in every kiss, every touch. He would always be the one in control. That’s how it had always been between them. And deep down, she had accepted that.
Even though Dhara tried hard to match his passion, she slowly accepted that she couldn’t win. She couldn’t take control—no matter how much she wanted to.
Samar was always the one in charge. He was strong, firm, and dominating. And she… she was the one who followed, the one who gave in to him.
That’s how it had always been. Deep inside, Dhara knew she would always stay the submissive one, because that’s how he wanted it—and a part of her didn’t know how to fight that.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, breathless, Dhara turned her face away, her breath shaky. Samar let out a quiet, annoyed groan.
Samar felt her pull away. Her face turned to the side, breaking their kiss. A frown formed on his face.
He hated it when she did that — stopping without his say. His jaw tightened. She didn’t realize what that did to him.
He wasn’t just kissing her; he was claiming her, in the only way he knew how. But she always pulled back when he started losing control.
It felt like rejection, and Samar didn’t take rejection well.
No matter how much he cared, there was a line he never let anyone cross. He needed control — over himself, over her, over the moment. That was who he was. And she needed to understand that.
He didn’t like being denied—not by her. No matter how he felt about her, no matter what lay between them—he had rules. And he expected her to follow them.
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