𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1
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Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and s...
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Before I could make sense of what is happening Vihaan's mouth closes the gap between us.
It's like breathing life into me again. I feel alive by a single touch of his lips to mine. I forget everything around me and the only thought in my mind is how good this feels.
He plunders his tongue inside mine with hunger and longing. His tongue tangles with mine and I release a moan not caring about the fact that we are making out in his office in middle of a working day.
He pushes me against his table and wraps his one hand around my throat. He devours me with raw lust and desire that my core clenches by his next answering growl. I could feel his erection through his pants.
I know he doesn't love me but noone in their right mind would deny how much we want eachother atleast in the physical sense on his part.
He rubs soothing circles with his thumb above my collarbone with the hand that has wrapped around my neck. Pinning me to the desk, the other hand makes its way from my stomach to my ribs and stops right above my breast.
In the heat of the moment he pinches my nipple and a stinging pain goes through it.
"Owww." I tear off my mouth from his. The sensitive peaks of my breast aches by his assault. Suddenly he sobers looking at my pained expression.
"Shit. Did I hurt you?" He asks concern etched in his face.
Then it occurs to me. Why did I let this happen? My life is upside-down yet I let him touch me. I could never resist him.
"No. It's just..." Should I tell him now? Is it the right time?
