[Sequel of Warm Love, hence can't be read as a standalone.]
In the first phase, Reyansh concealed a web of mysteries, but as they stand face to face once more, it's Kiraz who holds the tantalizing secrets waiting to be unveiled. These hidden truths...
Even though the targets were not completed but atleast you all tried to get 600+
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Undressing her!
That is what I intended to do with my woman. I had slowly peeled the dress from her, while inside me, a terror of lust had incarnated, ravishing enough to consume us. I will have my fingers wrapped around the soft, silky strands of red, pounding my cock deep inside her, from behind. I will have that perky ass, red from slapping, which peaked from the fluttering hem of the dress, teasing me, begging to be caressed.
She lifts the earring from the ground, straightening her posture, hindering the pleasure view, which has the enigmatic blood of an animal throbbing in my veins. I lick the seam of my lips, biting on the skin. Just seeing the red skin-tight dress, her hair clipped together, unaware of me staring at her getting ready, has proudly managed to raise a tent over my pants.
How does this statuesque woman manage to evoke such euphoria in me? Yet, she remains oblivious to her effect on me. Does she know how, with her mere presence, my heart races, making me wonder about a possible heart diagnosis? Does she know that the man feared among the underworld, called a heartless murderer because he can choke a person with his bare hands, is willing to drop to his knees for her? Does she know that the man who never bows his head is ready to kiss her feet?
Is she even slightly aware of the grip she has over me? And, I can't hate her more than this.
The way she strokes the red shade against her soft, sweet lips makes clouds of lust surround me. And dare her to think I would let her leave the room with the thought of spending time with a man who isn't me. I roll my lips between my teeth, slide into the room, and close the door to her office. I lock the room shut.
Leaning against the door frame, my voice thick with hints of underlying interest, "Going somewhere, my darling?"
With a startle traveling through her, she whips around. The deep brown of those forest-like eyes stares at me with shock, but they couldn't hide the triumphant glint shining brightly. She knew I was coming. A smile of amusement coats my lips. Something conspires in that mind, which I am going to fuck out. I crank my neck, push myself away from the door, and take a deliberate step towards her. If she thinks she can outsmart me, I hold no qualms about not letting her have her little victory.
Her smile, my treasure trove.
I inch forward towards her, peeling the tight blazer from my body. The taut muscles peek from the white shirt. I discard the blazer on the cushion sofa, pushing the sleeves of my shirt. The tattooed skin, which holds a river of blue and green veins, draws her attention. With great difficulty, she tears her eyes away, catching my gaze. A gulp moves past her throat.
