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She was someone who likes to be in her shell and He was someone who likes to break all the shells.
"Junoon ban chuki ho tum. Ishq ki tapish se bhi tez aur pagalpan ki har hadon se paar. Is qadar beyhadh...
To the 1 Million I never expected and to 1 year of this book 🦋 thankyou my Support System family
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Author's pov All he needed was to hear her voicing out her consent, an oral agreement of what she was signing for. Within a blink, his lips, desperate and eager, ascended on her quivering ones, taking it under his mercy. Captivated in the ferocious dance of his lips, her own, trembling and timid, strived to match the fervour.
Lightning strikes outside in the overcast sky, momentarily illuminating her back through the window as he advanced towards the desk, their lips still aligned. Kicking the chair out his way, he accentuated her on the desk with utter gentleness, a stark contrast of his ferocious lips. Under her bare skin the feeling of the cold surface makes her tremble more.
"Sweet obedient daughters don't allow a man, who sneaked into their room, to touch them. Now, do they ?" Heat crawls on her cheek, his cocky remark left her fidgeting while he made space for himself to stand between her legs.
"Ready for next ?" With fluttering lashes, she coyly looks at him, confusion etching on her countenance. "If you think this is the way I desire to kiss you, you're about to be proven wrong."
Her lips naturally parted under his stroking thumb, her heart thumping in anticipation. "Now open that sweet mouth for me, sweetheart."
His blatant behest made her eyes widened like saucers, only to be replaced with a soft shriek upon receiving a foreboding pinch on the untouched curve. Grasping the opportunity, his expert tongue invaded her mouth, the essence of cigarette on its tip leaving her senses in frenzy.
Panting frantically on his shoulder, the kiss leaving her breathless, she softly melted in his embrace while his hand caressed her long curls.
Goosebumps very evidently lines on her skin, following the descending trail on his lips from her shoulder blade to her palm. Peering through her lashes, she strives to contemplate his next move when he takes a step back, as he brings her palm to the buttons of his shirt.
"Unbutton them for me, baby."
"Me ?" Her face twitched in bewilderment.
"Wouldn't it be kind to return the favour ?" Without an ounce of shame, he enunciated. "Anyway you bought this for me."
"I brought it for you to wear." She bit back in a low voice, the pink of the shirt reflecting on her cheeks. The defiance fading the very next moment under his incenserious repleting amused gaze, feeling the rush of intimidation and adrenaline beneath his towering presence.
With trembling fingers, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and in the meantime his stare pinned her down, keeping her very senses captive of his exigent demeanour. Discarding the shirt once fully unbuttoned, he placed her palm on his chest, just above the thumping organ underneath his ribs.
