𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒚𝒎𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 44

Armaan's touch became more insistent, his hands moving down to the waistband of Ishani's shorts, his fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper.

As the fabric fell away, exposing her in all her glory, Armaan groaned low in his throat, the sound of pure desire.

"You're so perfect," he said, his voice raw with need. "I need you. I need you so much."

Ishani shivered, a wave of heat washing over her as she leaned into his touch, her body aching for his.

Armaan scooped Ishani up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed, their bodies crashing together with a desperation that spoke of their hunger for each other.

He laid her down gently, his hands moving down to the apex of her thighs, teasing at the edges of her desire.

"I've dreamed of this," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I've dreamed of being inside you again."

Ishani's body quivered with need, her breath coming in short gasps.

Armaan's hands moved lower, teasing the soft, sensitive flesh between Ishani's thighs.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr.

"I want you," Ishani breathed, her body arching up into his touch. "I want you to fill me, to make me yours."

Armaan's fingers found their way to her center, his touch gentle but insistent.

"I want to feel you come apart under my hands," he murmured, his voice a tantalizing promise.

Armaan's fingers caressed Ishani's sensitive skin, his touch gentle but relentless, his gaze burning with desire.

Ishani's body writhed beneath him, her breath coming in soft gasps as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

"Please, Armaan," she moaned, her body arching off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets in a desperate bid for purchase. "Please, I need you."

Armaan's breath caught in his throat as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over hers.

Armaan's fingers slipped inside Ishani, his movements gentle but firm, his touch eliciting a low moan from her lips.

Ishani's back arched off the bed, her hands grasping at the sheets as he moved deeper inside her, his fingers working their magic.

"Oh, Armaan," she moaned, her body trembling with need. "Yes, just like that. Yes."

Armaan's eyes gleamed with primal desire as he watched her unravel under his touch.

Armaan's tongue traced a line down Ishani's inner thigh, his breath hot against her skin.

"Mmm, yes," she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Yes, please. Don't stop."

Armaan's tongue teased at the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, his teeth nipping at her skin, his touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

Ishani's breath quickened, her moans growing louder as he moved higher, his tongue flicking against the edges of her desire.

Armaan's tongue darted out, his lips and teeth playing against the sensitive flesh, his mouth finding her center.