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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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At that moment, she knew what love truly meant to her.
For her, love was thinking about him in every waking moment. It was smiling when his dimples peeked out as he saw her face. It was melting in his arms when he hugged her. It was savoring his cooking when he made her favorite meal. It was snapping at him when he was being ridiculous. It was seeing her beauty through his eyes.
For her, love was him. It was everything about Xavier Lucifer Joseph.
He pulled her closer, his head dipping into the crook of her neck. He nuzzled against her, inhaling her scent. "You smell of pure sandalwood and home. So heavenly," he murmured, his lips grazing her skin before nibbling, igniting an unquenchable desire within her.
"Xav!" she moaned softly when he nipped harder than she expected. She tried to move back onto the bed, to pull him with her, but his strong arms held her tightly, locking her in place.
His fingers brushed over her bosom, and the simple touch sent a shiver through her body, curling her toes. With deliberate slowness, he flicked open the top three buttons of her kurti, revealing the warm curve of her bare skin. His index finger traced along her exposed cleavage, featherlight yet electrifying.
"Xav, stop teasing, please!" she gasped, her voice trembling with need.
Her hands fumbled for the buttons of his shirt, trying to undo them as quickly as possible. Her frustration boiled over when her shaking fingers refused to cooperate. "Ugh!" she cried, her impatience mounting.
He smirked, amused at her struggles. His hands went to the collar of his shirt, and in one strong motion, he tore the French plackets apart. Buttons flew across the marble floor, scattering like musical notes echoing in the quiet room.
She immediately shoved the now-useless shirt off his shoulders, and he helped her, flinging it across the room. Her eyes were rewarded with the sight of his glorious caramel-toned torso, the defined muscles rippling beneath his skin.
"Wow," she breathed.
Unable to resist, she bent forward, pressing her lips to his jawline, nibbling along the sharp angle of his chin and down to his neck. His incoherent mumbling was music to her ears as his arms cinched her waist, jerking her closer.
One of his hands glided up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair, tilting her head back so he could claim her lips again. She surrendered willingly, their mouths moving together in an intoxicating rhythm.
Her hands roamed over his chest and shoulders, exploring the firm ridges of muscle beneath the smooth heat of his skin. He busied himself with kissing her face—her eyes, her cheeks, her ears—taking extra time to nibble and lick her sensitive neck, causing her to arch toward him. She felt his body tremble whenever her nails lightly grazed his skin.
Loving Xavier felt overwhelming, a mix of pain and bliss that consumed her entirely.
Their hands and lips explored each other with an almost desperate intensity, seeking to memorize every inch of the other's being. Yet it wasn't enough for her—she wanted more.
Somewhere in the haze of her mind, she remembered the unique texture of his skin along his sides, near his back, and she longed to touch it again. Her hands slid toward that spot, but suddenly, his body went still. Every motion stopped, his breaths ragged against her ear.
"Krithika," he whispered, barely audible, "I wanted to... I wanted to tell you something."
She placed her hands firmly on his chest, urging him, "Hmm?"
His trembling hands grabbed her wrists, guiding them gently to his sides. "Touch me," he murmured, his voice raw and exposed. Then, he held her shoulders, giving her unrestrained access to his body.
She hesitated, her eyes searching his as his head dropped, avoiding her gaze. This time, he didn't stop her like before. Instead, he seemed to encourage her, silently begging for her touch.
Her fingers finally traced along the skin of his sides, and as they slid over the faint ridges, he whimpered, "Krithika!"
Her eyes widened in surprise.
What is that?
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