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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...
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Unceremoniously descending from her bliss of arousal, Krithika felt nothing but used. Fury bubbled up inside her, and before she could think twice, she grabbed his collar-whoever the hell this guy was-and yanked him toward her. She had no plan, no clear idea of what she wanted to do. But something reckless and wild inside her commanded her to do the last thing she'd expected. Out of all possible reactions-slapping, shoving, shouting-she chose to kiss him.
And she gave in to that wild urge.
Rising on her toes to make up for the height difference, she leaned in, aiming where she guessed his lips would be. The dim lighting encouraged her spontaneity, and a thrill raced through her as her lips landed perfectly against a pair of warm, soft lips. She'd done it. She'd kissed a stranger-a stranger who had dared to insult her. No one disrespects Krithika.
Before she could grin excitedly over her victory, she felt him closing the gap between them as he snatched her arms and crushed her body to his.
Fucking hell!
Fear fastened her nerves and her eyes closed instantly. She hadn't planned it out clearly in her mind, she had just given in to her impulsive thought and perhaps it had been wrong-bloody hell it was indecent. But soon she realized that it wasn't the fear of being abused, it was the fear of being desired that made her shiver. She was going to die in the anticipation.
He grabbed the back of her neck, tilting her head back, before leaning down and claiming her mouth, kissing her.
Her world exploded.
Ah!
His lips were soft and hot, and the hunger in his kiss set her body ablaze, his passion searing her like a fever. She tried to keep up, to kiss him back, but he was already in control, his hands pressing her even closer. Her hands clung to his shirt as she fought to hold onto her dear senses, which were rapidly slipping away. Her knees went weak as his right hand traveled to her lower back, pulling her even closer-though there was no space between them to start with.
His lips were playing a melody on her lips, lazily nibbling and her brain went frenzy. She was unable to think anything straight. It went on for a few seconds and then he went back to his older self, devouring her lips.
The hand at her neck gripped her hair, pulling it down, involuntarily releasing a loud moan from her mouth. She felt awakened by the god of lust, who had been holding her off for so fucking long. As if waiting for the opportunity his tongue entered her mouth and continued his enticing onslaught on her.
Oh God! This feels so good!
A mix of liquor, burnt leaves, and something sweet, probably cherries and cream-that's how he tasted. It was stunning to be able to taste an absurd combination of things like that, in such detail. It imprinted on her mind.
She couldn't comprehend what she had gotten herself into. It was devilish, almost like a forbidden sin, and being grown up in a very conservative orthodox family, the highest liberty she gave herself was to kiss her ex-boyfriend once.
That was not even a kiss, it was a stupid nano-peck on the lips! her subconscious chided.
Her hands found their way to his shoulders, over strong muscles and her nails dug deep. She felt them moving under her fingertips as he ravished her. That elicited a guttural groan from him, the voice sounding so raw that a chill went down her spine. But she didn't shun out, rather it encouraged her inner animal to spring out. Her body moved rhythmically to his movements. It felt alluring, so hot that she unconsciously started to mimic his actions, her tongue trying to mend to his pleasures, her pleasures...their shared desire flaring between them.
Is this what a kiss is supposed to feel like?
And then, in an instant, his body went tense, freezing beneath her hands. Her heart pounded, wanting nothing more than for this to continue, for him not to stop...to never stop this!
Don't fucking stop!
Before she could catch her breath, he had left her alone, in a very desperate position. She was gasping for air, her chest rising and falling, trying to recover from the loss of oxygen. She blinked, trying to see clearly, but he was already gone.
She felt mortified by her actions.
What the fuck are you doing?
Even after her brazen act, she still craved him, the taste of him lingering on her lips. She knew she'd probably regret this tomorrow-or maybe she wouldn't. To err is human, right?
Heat crept up her back when she touched her lips and imagined what had happened a few minutes ago. She'd be damned if she regretted it; she'd enjoyed every second.
Though it was dangerous for her.
But she knew it was dangerous. She'd have to steer clear of two things: the man who had left her aching for more and the wild part of herself that had surfaced tonight. Both of them were dangerous for her sanity.
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