ʙᴏᴏᴋ 𝟷 ɪɴ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ sᴇʀɪᴇs
Tia ᥫ᭡ Saransh
"I like you. Saransh ji, I truly do a lot, but I'm not sure what love is because I've never felt it."
"Then let me show you what love feels like by painting you in the color of my love, sona.
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"I'm totally yours." She murmured, peering into my eyes. As I peered into hers, I saw nothing but love, trust, and devotion shining through-not a trace of hesitation.
"You don't have to feel pressured; I can wait as long as you like." I stated that I want to respect her choices; I understand that I have my own needs and desires, but it is her body and her choice, and I can wait for her.
"Please, I am ready. I am ready to take this relationship further," she stated, looking into my eyes without any fear or hesitation. "Are you sure, after this there's no going back?" I said with a stern tone. She was stuck with me for eternity, there was no backing off. In this relationship, whatever happens in the future, if she tries to escape, then I know how to cage her. I am committed to this relationship, and there is no turning back now.
She nods her head, saying "yes" with a sense of determination.
As I lifted her in her bridal style and carried her into the private villa, the scent of lilies filled the room, creating a serene atmosphere. I gently placed her in the middle of the bed, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
She was looking hot as fuck in the black saree, her red plump juicy lips and brown skin glistening like a moon. She exuded a seductive aura, a true temptress in every sense of the word. She was a vision of beauty and sensuality, a force to be reckoned with.
Our eyes met, and I could see the nervousness in her gaze. With a reassuring smile, I removed my shirt and hovered over her. She gulped, her anticipation palpable.
"Relax," I whispered, kissing her forehead tenderly. The cool breeze of the lilies brushed against our skin, heightening the intimacy of the moment.
I reached out and unpinned her saree from her chest, allowing it to fall. The fabric pooled aside, revealing the curves of her body in the gentle light.I traced my knuckles along the contour of her breast, watching as she inhaled sharply and shuddered under my touch. Her skin was warm and soft, inviting me to explore further. Feeling a surge of desire, I unhooked her blouse with ease and tossed it carelessly aside.
She closed her eyes tightly, breathing heavily, as I whispered, "Open your eyes, look at me." My voice was hoarse, and she slowly opened her eyes, biting her lip. "Can I?" I asked, and she nodded in response. With gentle hands, I unhooked her bra, revealing her soft and delicate breasts that bounced slightly.
I gently pecked her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my lips. "Are you comfortable? Should I continue?" I asked, my voice filled with concern. Despite my own desires, I knew that her comfort was paramount. I wanted her to feel safe and at ease in my presence, even if it meant putting my own needs on hold.
