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❝Pioneering the art of constructing love, my Kanmani.❞
Xavier teased her skin, slowly caressing her cheeks and her lips trembled.
❝You don't dare!❞
And he kissed her.
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When he had compromised his dreams and...
♬ bin tere sanam, iss jahaan mein bekarar hum... touch me, touch me, touch me... oh, zara zara zara, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me...
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Krithika had never experienced a scent so intoxicating. It was rich with musk and tinged with something rustic—like the deep, earthy aroma of a dense forest. She wanted nothing more than to lose herself in it. Her hands instinctively gripped the soft fabric that the person wore, for sure it was a man.
Her hands splayed over his chest, fingers tracing the tautness beneath them as if he were a sculpture. She reached out for his heart; it was beating a frantic tattoo against her soft hand, and she found herself smiling. Swaying her hips to the beat of the music, she let herself sink into the moment, feeling his body slowly relax as the initial tension from their contact melted away.
Being young is priceless, don't waste it, Priya's voice echoed in her head. Maybe she was right, what was life without any fun? Enough of the sensible, restrained "Miss Dashwood"—tonight, Krithika wanted to channel her inner queen, be bold, be reckless, be... unstoppable, like badass "Leela"- the queen of Saneras. Seduction wasn't exactly her thing, but she wasn't about to throw in the towel without giving it a shot.
Her hands began exploring his torso, feeling the heat of his skin through the fabric. It was a delicious contrast to the cool air around them. Clenching her fingers around his shirt, she tugged him closer, savoring his nearness. A low, nearly inaudible chuckle escaped him, and the sound was maddening.
She tilted her head to look at him. In her blurred vision, she could see that he was way taller than her—a sexy piece of six feet and more. She couldn't decipher anything more than his tall figure in the dull light of the bar; it wasn't helping much with her investigation. She felt tiny in front of him almost a head shorter, and that slightly intimidated her.
Maybe I should fucking stop and just run.
Maybe. But then his hands found her waist, his palms covering her full hips and every rational thought went straight to the bin. She gasped when his hands played deliciously over her curves, her mind losing the tiny bit of control. She was completely aroused, just by the fucking sweet touch. The heat grew inside her abdomen when his fingers started to lazily scribble over her sides. It was slow and torturous yet gratifying at the same time.
So this is what it feels like?
She had never felt anything like that before; never known the pleasures of being a woman. She'd sworn off relationships and dismissed the idea of love as a fool's errand, but right now, she was beginning to understand what it felt like to be wanted, to feel desire come alive on her skin.
He pulled her closer, his hand pressing into her back with just the right amount of pressure, and she found herself leaning into him. She surprised herself by twirling around in his embrace and placing her hands over his. She'd moved her hair to one side at some point, exposing her shoulder to him.
Touch me.
She realized how wanton her thoughts were. In her right mind—a mind that wouldn't allow any of this to happen—she'd have been embarrassed to even think it, let alone feel it. But here she was, pressed up against a stranger she couldn't even see properly. For all she knew, he could be anyone—some married uncle who worked the shit out at the gym as she could feel firm muscles everywhere.
But this drunken, unrestrained version of Krithika was miles away from her everyday self. She let herself go, swaying to the music with a reckless abandon she'd never known.
A wave of frustration hit her when he didn't touch the bare skin of her shoulder she'd so conveniently exposed. His hands rested near her chest, close but never crossing that line. It was like he was holding back, hovering in a strange limbo of formality.
She pressed her hands down over his and heard him chuckle again.
What's so damn funny?! Ugh!
He freed his left hand from her grip and trailed it slowly over her arm. She tilted her head back, breathing in his scent as she closed her eyes. Every inch of her skin seemed to hum under his touch, each nerve sparking to life. She bit her lip to keep from letting out a moan.
Time slipped away, the world around her fading to nothing. She was aware of nothing but his hand on her skin, his fingers playing with fire against her cool flesh. She was melting. She felt herself leaning further into him, the space between them shrinking as they swayed to the music. He seemed to want her closer, his grip guiding her towards him, and she had no interest in resisting.
Her pulse quickened as her backside brushed against his thighs. His scent was all around her, intoxicating to the point that it was driving her crazy, the closeness between them nearly unbearable. She wanted more—whatever "more" was—even though he was torturing her with the slow, teasing movements of his fingers. He wasn't moving forward, and the tension was maddening.
She grooved her hips on him. Friction from the tiny movement of her body caused him to groan and his body went from being warm to stiff with tension.
No!
Rather than giving in, his hands moved away unchaining himself from her. It felt like a bucket of cold water was thrown over her head. He pushed her aside as if he had touched something ugly.
How dare he!?
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