DCP Sir ❤ I Luv U (Completed)

Bonus 2

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Happy One Year Anniversary...

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A Year...

A year had passed, but the fire between them hadn't dimmed—it had only grown into a more controlled, intense blaze.

Outside, the sky was draped in thick, black blankets of clouds, and a cool, pleasant breeze danced through the streets of Hyderabad. But inside their room, the atmosphere was a stark contrast. It was sweltering.

Two bodies were locked in a rhythmic, heat-fueled dance. The Lion was pouncing on his pitta (little bird), claiming her with a primal intensity that only a year of deep, lived-in love could forge. The silence of the night was broken only by a series of low moans and deep grunts.

The room remained dark, save for the soft, amber glow of the bedside lamp. On the walls, two shadows merged into one, moving wildly under the blankets as they lost themselves in each other once again.

The room was thick with a heavy, magnetic tension as he was thrusting with a primal, rhythmic force.

"Ah..." she moaned, her voice catching in her throat as he moved with an almost inhumane speed, his focus singular and intense.

"Ram... ah... melligaaaa... ahhh!" she pleaded, her voice a breathless whisper. (Ram... ah... slowly...)

But he was lost in his own world, driven by a week of suppressed longing. He dived his face into the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin in sharp, stinging bites as he continued his relentless pace, leaving her a gasping, moaning mess in his arms.

Today, his love was rough—a raw, unfiltered display of his need for her. For the past week, the high-profile case at the station had consumed him, keeping him away from his home and his pitta. 

Now that he finally had her back, he was making up for every lost second. He hadn't let her out of his sight since the evening, and as the clock ticked past midnight, his energy showed no signs of fading.

"Isshh..." she hissed, her back arching as he caught her bud in a sharp, possessive bite, his touch shifting from fierce to a deep, suckling hunger that made her toes curl against the sheets.

"Umm... Ram..." she gasped, the waves of her climax finally beginning to recede. She was utterly exhausted, her muscles feeling like lead; she could barely feel her legs anymore.

But he wasn't finished. He increased his pace, his hands gripping her breasts firmly as he nuzzled deep into the crook of her neck, his own tension reaching a breaking point.

"Uh..." He let out a low, guttural groan against her skin, finally surrendering to his fourth release of the night, the intensity of it forcing one last broken moan from her lips.

She closed her eyes, her breathing heavy and ragged, her lips parched. She had lost count of how many times he had driven her over the edge. He slumped his weight onto her, completely spent. He had literally seen stars, and he had made sure she saw them too. For him, the aftermath of this marathon session was nothing short of mind-blowing.

She cocooned him in her arms, her fingers tracing soft patterns through his hair as she pecked the top of his head. He lay there, anchored in her embrace, slowly finding his breath again.

"That was amazing..." he muttered, his voice a low, gravelly rasp as he pressed a lingering kiss to the side of her breast.

"Umm..." she moaned softly, the slight prickle of his mustache against her sensitized breast sending a final shiver through her. Her body was tender, glowing from the way he had feasted on her, leaving no part of her untouched.