Kiara Mehta never expected her final year at university to turn into a whirlwind of temptation and desire. When the dangerously charming Agastya Agarwal steps in as an intern professor, he becomes the center of every whispered conversation and stole...
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Kiara’s heart pounded against her ribs as Agastya’s lips trailed down her neck, his breath hot and unsteady against her skin. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched.
She was barely aware of the papers scattering off the desk, his hands lifting her, pressing her closer. Their breaths mingled, heavy with desire and the weight of everything unsaid.
Her fingers curled into his hair, tugging just enough to earn a low groan from him. It sent a thrill through her, knowing she could unravel him the same way he did to her.
"You're impossible," he muttered against her skin, his voice dark, almost tortured.
"So stop resisting," she whispered back, her legs tightening around him.
Agastya growled low in his throat, gripping her thighs with a roughness that sent heat pooling in her stomach. His lips crashed back onto hers, more demanding this time, more desperate.
Buttons popped open, fabric slid against skin, and all that remained between them was the heat of their bodies and the undeniable truth of what was happening.
He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers, his breath ragged. "This is reckless," he murmured, though his hands betrayed his words as they roamed lower, pulling her even closer.
Kiara smirked, tracing a finger down his chest. "Then stop me."
His gaze darkened. "I never said I wanted to."
And with that, restraint snapped.
He lifted her effortlessly, lips never leaving hers as he carried her toward the couch in the corner of his office. Kiara gasped as her back hit the cushions, but Agastya was already hovering over her, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Still sure about this?" he rasped.
Instead of answering, she reached up, pulling him down until their lips met again in a heated clash.
Clothes were discarded without a second thought, hands exploring, mouths claiming, every touch a desperate attempt to make up for the tension that had been building between them for far too long.
He kissed down her stomach, his fingers sliding over her skin with an intimacy that made her shiver. "You drive me insane, Kiara," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with hunger.
"Good," she whispered, arching into him, "because you're no better."
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest before he silenced her with another scorching kiss.
There was no going back now.
No more lines.
No more restraint.
Just them, tangled in the fire they had both tried so hard to ignore.
