𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒚𝒎𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 14

Armaan's breath caught in his chest at Ishani's words. "Then I'll make you mine," he growled, his voice thick with passion.

He pulled her away from the alcove, his hand grasping hers tightly. They slipped out of the gallery, unnoticed by the other guests, and into the cool night air.

Armaan hailed a taxi and they both slid into the back seat, unable to keep their hands off each other. As the taxi wound its way through the city streets, Armaan kissed Ishani hungrily, his hands roaming her curves.

As the taxi jostled through the city streets, Armaan's hands explored every inch of Ishani's body, his breath hot against her neck. His fingers traced the curves of her breasts, her hips, her thighs, each touch a promise of what was to come.

Ishani moaned softly, her head thrown back in pleasure. "Armaan," she whispered, her voice urgent with need. "I can't wait any longer. Take me."

Armaan paused, his eyes burning with desire.

Armaan grinned wickedly, his fingers gliding lower still. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice a low purr. "Tell me."

Ishani gasped, her body arching into his touch. "Touch me," she breathed. "Please, Armaan. I need to feel your hands on me."

Armaan's fingers delved into her panties, and Ishani cried out, her hips bucking against his hand.

"Like this?" he murmured, his fingers teasing her sensitive flesh.

Ishani's breath came in short, ragged gasps as Armaan's fingers worked their magic. "Yes," she whimpered, her hands clutching at his shoulders. "Oh, God, yes."

Armaan pressed harder, his thumb circling her clit as his fingers delved deep inside her. Ishani's cries grew louder, her hips grinding against his hand as the taxi driver stole glances at them through the rearview mirror.

Suddenly, Ishani arched her back, her nails digging into Armaan's shoulders as she came, her body shuddering with pleasure.

Armaan smirked, his fingers already slipping back inside Ishani's soaking wet core. "Do you like that, baby?" he growled, his voice dripping with lust. "Do you like feeling my fingers inside you?"

Ishani moaned in response, her eyes rolling back in her head as Armaan's fingers curled up, massaging her G-spot. She could feel her own wetness coating his fingers as he increased the pace, his thumb still expertly circling her clit.

"Oh, God," she panted, her thighs trembling. "I'm so close.

Armaan watched in fascination as Ishani's body began to quake. Her back arched, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his fingers working furiously against her sensitive flesh. "Let go. Come for me, Ishani."

Ishani let out a wordless cry as she came again, her walls clenching around Armaan's fingers as he continued to rub her clit, prolonging her pleasure.

As Ishani's orgasm subsided, she collapsed back against the taxi seat, her body slick with sweat. Armaan withdrew his fingers, sliding them into his mouth and tasting her sweetness.

"You taste so good, baby," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "But I want more. I want all of you."

Ishani shuddered at his words, her eyes dark with desire. "Take me home, Armaan," she whispered. "I need you inside me.

Armaan wasted no time, giving the taxi driver Ishani's address. As the car sped through the streets, he pressed Ishani back against the seat, his hands roaming her body once again.

Her skin was like silk beneath his touch, and he could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his palm. He slid his hand up, cupping her breast and rolling her nipple between his fingers.

Ishani moaned, arching her back into his touch as Armaan leaned down, taking her other nipple into his mouth.

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