"You're the closest to heaven, that I'll ever be."
Ruhanika
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I rose from his lap, taking his hand in mine to guide him. He followed my lead effortlessly, his gaze locked on me as if I were the only thing in the world that mattered. With deliberate steps, I led him to his bedroom—a space that would soon become ours. When we reached the threshold, I turned to him with a sensual smile, the kind I knew made his pulse race.
He exhaled deeply, the silence between us so profound I could hear the faintest murmur escape his lips:
"This woman is going to be my end."
A triumphant smirk danced on my lips as I continued toward the bed, releasing his hand. I stopped near its edge, pivoted gracefully to face him, and lifted my fingers in a silent command for him to bend slightly. The flicker of intrigue in his eyes didn’t escape me as he obeyed, lowering his head until his face hovered close to mine.
I placed a tender kiss on his forehead, allowing my fingers to glide softly over his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut at my touch, his breath hitching as I trailed my fingers from his temple to his closed lids, lingering just long enough to make him anticipate the next move.
And then I surprised him.
The silk cloth I had hidden in my waistband found its purpose as I swiftly blindfolded him, tying it securely yet gently.
"Rooh, what are you doing, darling?" His voice was low, touched with both curiosity and surrender, the endearment laced with affection.
I leaned closer to his ear, letting my breath brush against his skin. "I told you already, tonight I’m taking you to heaven. Just surrender to the pleasure," I whispered, my voice a sultry promise.
The effect was immediate. His chest rose sharply as he inhaled, and I felt the thunderous rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingers as I traced them over the spot where his heart resided. Moving downward, I let my fingers toy with the buttons of his kurta. One by one, I undid them, exposing his tanned chest.
When I leaned in to press a kiss to his bare skin, a sharp breath escaped him. My lips lingered just long enough to leave him wanting more.
"I want to take off your kurta. Is that okay?" I asked, my voice low and intimate, the question deliberate, seeking his permission.
His response came in the form of a groan, low and rich, as my lips brushed the curve of his neck, grazing his Adam's apple. I sucked and nibbled on the sensitive skin there, feeling his restraint unravel.
"You can," he said at last, his tone thick with desire.
With his consent, I moved swiftly, sliding the garment off his shoulders. My breath hitched as his sculpted body came into view—every ridge of his muscles, every defined line, a masterpiece I wanted to memorize with my hands. My fingers traced his chest, drawing a guttural sound from deep within him. His jaw clenched, and I knew he was fighting to keep control.
I didn’t intend to let him keep it for long.
With a gentle push, I guided him to the bed. He sat, his blindfolded eyes betraying his trust in me. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, I straddled him, hovering just above, letting the tension between us mount. My dupatta came off in one fluid motion, twisted into a makeshift rope.
"Dev," I said softly, my voice imbued with both mischief and vulnerability. "You are mine, right?"
His lips curved into a wry smile, his tone teasing as he replied, "Is there any doubt in your mind?"
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