𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love.
"Just because you are my wife and we share a bed d...
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YUVIKA
The first sliver of sunlight speared through the window, slicing across the room and hitting m e like a prism. It wasn't just light, but a cascade of colors - a rainbow splashed right across my skin. I blinked, momentarily disoriented, before realizing the sunrise was painting the world outside my cozy haven. But even the breathtaking display couldn't quite steal the focus from the memory of the night before.
Last night was a unlike any I would ever experience. It was more than just physical intimacy, it was a connection, a meeting of souls that left me breathless. Every touch was infused with a passion that burned brighter than any sunrise, and that consumed us both completely.
My body ached pleasantly, the kind of ache that comes from being thoroughly used, but something was different this time.
We had sex numerous times but last night was different. This time, it was slow. Like he was actually taking the time to map every inch of me with his fingertips. His kisses weren't just hungry anymore, they were soft, lingering, like he was trying to memorize the taste of me. And the way he held me.
God, the way he held me.
Usually, after we finished, he'd roll away, but last night, he clung.Like a shipwreck survivor to a life raft.He tucked himself into the curve of my body, his breath warm against my neck, whispering things that made my insides clench. Not dirty talk, not this time. Just sweet nothings, whispered promises, soft reassurances.
And the way he touched me. It wasn't just about getting himself off this time.His fingers found that sweet spot down there, sending shivers down my spine with every slow circle. His tongue, when it finally found me, was a revelation. Gentle, insistent, teasing me until I was a whimpering mess.
And then, when he finally took me, it wasn't about speed or intensity. It was about slow, deliberate strokes, building me up until I shattered in a million tiny pieces, only to be held together by the way he wrapped me in his arms afterwards. He didn't move for hours, just held me close, his body a warm weight against mine.
Now, the sunlight streaming through the window felt harsh, a stark contrast to the tenderness of the night before. The ache in my body was different – a deep, satisfying kind. But with it came a nagging question.
What was last night? Was it just a fluke, a one-time thing?
Or was there something more, something I was hoping for, but afraid to even think about?
I felt him stir beside me, that low rumble that always sent shivers down my spine.
"Thinking about something Rose?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
Damn, even his morning voice did things for me. He rolled closer, his finger trailing a lazy line down my arm. Goosebumps erupted everywhere he touched. He reached for my hair, a playful tug that sent a spark through me. turned towards him, our legs tangling together. He was still bare-chested, the sheet tangled around his hips.The heat radiating off him was unreal.
