#1 in Love series
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Aayansh did several mistakes. The biggest mistake was to leave her. He was in love with another girl during their school. It wasn't love but just a little crush. She betrayed him in few months...
Don't read if you are uncomfortable or underage. [It won't affect the storyline]
I know most of you are underage but innocent toh tum log ho hi nahi
Aage badho ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ . . . . . .
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"You didn't let me eat the pizza, so now it's my time to eat you instead," Ansh teased with a playful grin, his voice taking on a lower, more intimate tone.
My heart raced, and I couldn't help the nervous laugh that bubbled up. Sitting on our bed, I watched as he slowly approached, his eyes locked onto mine like a predator closing in on its prey.
And yet, there was something undeniably tender about the way he looked at me.
As he got closer, my breath hitched. Pregnancy hormones were definitely at play because despite the teasing, I felt a wave of warmth and affection.
He leaned over me, his arms on either side of my head, and I found myself instinctively clutching his shirt, grounding myself in the familiar comfort of his presence.
His lips hovered just above mine, eyes filled with a mischievous gleam. "You always know how to drive me crazy," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.
I couldn't help but smile, knowing how much he adored these little moments between us.
I reached up and pulled him into a soft, lingering kiss. There was no rush, just the familiar rhythm of us, lost in each other.
His hand traveled gently to my back, his touch sending shivers down my spine, not from urgency, but from the overwhelming sense of love that flowed between us.
He slowly unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing—his shirt, something I loved to wear because it felt like him.
His kisses trailed across my collarbone, warm and gentle, a reminder of how much he cherished every part of me, especially now.
I wasn't wearing my brassiere. My nipples were hard wanting his full attention.
He latched his mouth on my hardened bud squeezing and moulding the other with his hand. He sucked my nipples not so harshly but with enough pressure.
He gave me several hickeys there and left kisses on the cleavage. I was a moaning mess under him.
He left my breast with a pop sloppy sound and started sucking the other one.
I closed my eyes, letting the emotions wash over me. Pregnancy had made me more sensitive to everything—touch, words, and especially the love I felt for him. The way he adored me made me feel more connected to him than ever.
I was half naked but he was fully dressed. This isn't a fair deal.
My hands moved from his neck downwards to the hem of his t-shirt. I helped him remove his t-shirt.
