Anaya Oberoi, a final-year student at a prestigious college in India, was thrilled to be selected for a student exchange at King's College London. But there was a catch-she had to live with foster parents. To her surprise, one of her housemates turn...
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"It's been two weeks since Noah and I officially became a couple. I moved back in with my foster parents recently, and while I haven't yet mustered the courage to ask him out on a proper date, there's an unspoken understanding between us. I can tell he's planning something special. His affection towards me has become more apparent, especially around others. Even Lily and David have started to notice the undeniable spark between us.
Tomorrow, my schedule is light with just two afternoon classes. Noah, on the other hand, is in the middle of a hectic trimester. With six classes spread across four days, he's been juggling his workload with barely any time to breathe. Right now, I'm curled up on the couch, completely engrossed in the book I'm reading, waiting for Noah to come home. I have a little secret—I love applying the steamy scenarios I read about in these novels on him.
The sound of the sliding door from the balcony catches my attention. I look up to see Noah stepping in, his face a mix of exhaustion and something else—desire, perhaps.
"Hey," he greets me, his voice a soothing balm to my ears.
"Long day?" I ask, closing my book and setting it aside.
"Feels like it's going to get longer, considering your outfit isn't exactly helping," he replies with a playful smirk, his eyes trailing over me before he gently pulls me onto his lap.
"What do you mean?" I ask, pretending to be innocent, though the mischievous glint in my eyes betrays me.
"Oh, don't play coy. You're far from innocent," he murmurs, his hand slipping under my top to tease my already sensitive skin. His fingers find my nipple, pinching it just enough to draw a gasp from my lips.
"No-ahhhhh," I moan, unable to suppress the pleasure that ripples through me.
"Oh yes," he says, his voice husky and full of desire. "I love it when you moan my name like that."
"How do you manage to have the energy to be this way with me after such a hectic day?" I ask, genuinely curious but also a little in awe of him.
"Well, you have two very good pairs of stress balls that I just can't resist," he says, grinning wickedly.
"Shut up," I giggle, playfully pushing his hands away from my chest, though secretly I'm thrilled by his touch.
He doesn't relent. "They're mine," he says possessively, his British accent making the declaration even more seductive. "And so are you."
"All of me belongs to you," I whisper, feeling the truth of my words resonate deep within me.
"Good girl," he purrs, his lips finding the curve of my neck. His kisses start soft but quickly turn into something more intense, more urgent.
"Noah, you'll leave marks," I protest weakly, but he's already too far gone, his mouth moving with a fervor that sends shivers down my spine.
His hands continue their expert work on my hardened buds, and his lips are relentless against my neck. My resistance crumbles, leaving me at the mercy of the pleasure he's so skilled at delivering. All I can do is moan for him, lost in the sensation.
