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"You are my heart, Aira. So be careful when you think of breaking it. It may result in your collapse."
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
She broke him in the w...
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His lips came crashing on mine.
My brain goes numb, a fog blurs the line of right and wrong, All I could focus on was the feeling of his lips against mine.
The smell of a rich cologne, something spicy, woody...mixed with a coffee scent fills my nostrils as I breathe him in.
After years my heart beat rises as the feeling of thumping against my chest settles in, I have spent the last six years not being able to grasp any semblance, and suddenly, I feel everything.
My fingers graze against the collar of his white crisp shirt as the material feels velvety under his spell, The coldness of this house, The swirl of wind caressing my skin causing goosebumps to rise my neck.
Abhimaan's cold hand presses against my neck and a shiver sprints through my veins, he angles my face according to his wish.
Moulding me for him.
The warmth radiating from him hypnotizes me far away from real life and the intensity of his kiss sinks in. His delicious tongue explores my mouth and his taste dances on my tongue. Blood rushes to my cheeks, painting a luscious Scarlett over them.
Without knowing my lips starting responding to his kiss, marvellingly swaying with his, all the years we spent together bedazzled in my memory, yielding something venturesome.
His cold hand brushed against my face until wetness smeared over my face, making me aware of the tears my eyes built.
His touch brings me back to life, back to reality.
A rush of electricity agitated in my veins, sending shock waves through my entire body. Blood rushed to my knees making me hyper sensitive.
Our lips collide with each other's, fighting with utter dominance, yet he wins. Like he always does.
He always wins. Abhimaan never loses and beyond any doubt not now.
His tongue hit the roof of my mouth, lapping on my mouth like a ferocious animal, There is nothing gentle about this kiss.
The way he sucks my tongue, His teeth piercing in my bottom lips, He was not kissing me, He was devouring me like he was a starved animal.
