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50. Prakopa (Part 5)

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Warning: Spiciest chapter ahead! Obviously, no graphic details.

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Fueled by rage, she straightened up and sprinted to match his stride. Their similar heights made it easy to catch up, and with a mighty shove, she sent him sprawling face-first into the silver sandy shore.

"Argh!" He groaned loudly.

However, her momentum was so great that she couldn't halt herself, and she also ended up tumbling over him in a chaotic heap of tangled limbs.

"Chutiya!"

She screamed and held the back of his shoulder. Before he could react to her onslaught, she sunk her teeth into his muscle just next to his neck, drawing blood out and he shuddered in intense pain.

"Fuck, Devi!" He let out a yelp and flipped himself over his back, tossing her to the side with all his force.

In a fiery surge, she leaped back onto his stomach, straddling his waist, and rained down a barrage of hard punches on his jaw and cheek. The impact was so fierce that it left his lips bruised, blood oozing freely. Refusing to relent or giving him a chance to talk, she unleashed a torrent of curses, berating him for daring to rob her of a rightful orgasm.

How dare he!!!

"Devi!" With a sharp cry, he snatched her wrist, swiftly maneuvering her beneath him, his movements almost fluid in their agility. He pinned her wrist above her head, covering her lean arms with one of his big paws.

Their eyes met, both raging a war.

She squirmed beneath his heavy weight, trying to wrench herself out of his hold. "Move. Now!" she yelled, "Else, I'll kill you.... You fucking asshole!"

Before she could untangle the Maggi mess in her brain... His hand fastened her throat tightly to the sand and his lips crushed on hers... And everything blurred as he started to consume every drop of her soul.

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He couldn't taste anything other than metal from her own lips and the fruity taste of her saliva.

It felt cosmic, beyond anything he could have ever imagined. Hell, he had never experienced such an enticing sensation before.

"Ah... Kant..." She moaned inside his mouth, her tongue enveloping his and he groaned, sucking all her cries inside him.

It was his first kiss.

Yes, he had reserved himself for years to find his one true love, to share all his kisses and body and soul with only one woman.

First. Freaking. Kiss.

People dream of their first kiss being special, romantic, and gentle. But this was nowhere near it.

The moment his lips had touched her plump petals, all his ideas of having a blooming rose bud-like kiss had evaporated into thin air.

He burned for her, he desired to bite and chew and eat her raw... He wanted to consume her very being, take her every way he knew from all the knowledge he gathered in his twenty-eight years of life, listen to her sweet voice scream his name, feel her body buckle under his weight, see her wail for more as he sunk inside her, hear her beg him to stop yet pull him close and continue till last of his energy to survive was left in his body.

Fucking lose his virginity to her and die in her arms.

"Yesss, Kant, Kant, Kant!" She gasped, heaving for air when his mouth started to devour her lips, biting them hard and extracting more of her cries from her throat. "Oh, yes... Ah!"