"How badly do you want to get fucked, butterfly?"
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
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I should not be in love with her.
Not after I know, who she is.
Yet I did.
Deeply, madly...
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ज़िंदगी में तो सभी प्यार किया करते हैं, मैं तो मरकर भी मेरी जान तुझे चाहूँगा।
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This chapter contains 18+ content but it also contains Reyaansh's confession so If you are not comfortable with the smut then you can start reading after the '~' sign.
Kainaat's POV
"I hadn't taken a single breath properly in this whole month, so now let me fucking breath, let me have my favorite meal, butterfly."
His words made my breath hitch and get stuck somewhere down my throat. I laid back on the cold floor, causing a shiver to pass down my spine as I inhaled sharply.
Goosebumps rose on my skin as wind lingered down my almost bare body. It feels embarrassing that I am in my white fluffy pajamas and just a meek black bra on the top.
Despite my awful dressing and Scarlett embarrassed cheeks, he looks at me like I am his favorite girl.
His eyes shone as his hands worked down my lower legs, leaving me in a bra and panties with a throbbing feeling between my legs, "My pretty girl." He whispered, and a sense of tranquility rushed down my veins.
It seemed impossible to not be in love with this man.
"I love you!" I say, A red hue covering my cheeks, and I added, "Take me, Love. Make me yours, all over again. Fuck me, Ansh."
His pupils dilated at my words and a faint gloom of black hinted in his eyes. A pure, filthy desire took place in both of us as his hands reached behind my back, to unhook my bra.
In a second, I am left in a bare chest in front of him. How does he open it so swiftly? I can't even do that.
Gushes of cold zephyr flickered down the room, but what made my nipples hard was his icy gaze fixed on my breasts.
My chest rising and falling as I breathe slowly. Suddenly, Reyaansh's hand rested on my waist, I hoisted myself up on my elbows and leaned closer, indicating him to kiss her.
Yet, he doesn't.
"Kiss me, butterfly."
His words make my brain clear and I smash my lips onto his.
This time in a slow rhythm, taking my sweet time in kissing my man. It was almost as if our relationship was slowly binding with the time we kissed.
