Vivian approached me, his steps deliberate and heavy, and said in a cold, dark tone, "Are you planning to put on this drama in front of the whole world too?"
Confused and a bit startled, I asked, "What drama?"
Vivian pointed at my mangalsutra, his e...
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As I traced the delicate curve of Aarini's neck with my lips, the taste of her skin lingered on my tongue, a mix of sweetness and the faint tang of wine, leaving an intoxicating flavour on my tongue. She shivered under my touch, her body responding in ways she probably wasn't even aware of. The way her breath hitched when I pressed my lips to her throat sent a jolt of satisfaction through me. I felt her hands slide up from my shoulders to the back of my head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she tried to anchor herself.
"Ahhh..."A soft, breathless moan escaped her lips when I grazed her neck with my teeth, just enough to make her gasp, but not enough to mark her. Yet. Her reaction stirred something primal in me-a hunger I didn't often indulge, but tonight was different. Tonight, I wanted to see her unravel.
When she pushed herself back against me, trying to regain control, I couldn't help but smirk. The way she pressed her back against my chest, as if trying to escape the intensity between us, only made me want her more. I could feel the tension radiating off her, the heat of her embarrassment mixing with her desire. It was intoxicating.
I didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I pulled her flush against me, feeling the rapid beat of her heart through the thin fabric of her shirt. As I nuzzled into the curve of her neck, I started undoing the buttons of her black shirt, my fingers deftly working their way down until the last one was undone. I could feel her trembling, torn between resisting and giving in.
I wanted to see her, to take in every inch of her. But I also wanted her to submit, to trust that I wouldn't push her further than she could handle. So, I let my lips travel down her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my mouth. One hand moved up to cup her breast, kneading gently, while the other slid lower, testing her boundaries.
When my fingers finally found her most vulnerable spot, she gasped, her body tensing and then melting into my touch. She was already wet, her arousal coating my fingers, and the realization that I had this effect on her ignited a fire in me that was hard to control. Her moan when my fingers slipped inside her was like music to my ears-a sound I wanted to hear over and over again.
Her moans were intoxicating, a melody of need and desir. "Ummm...Ahhh... Vi-Vivian," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea as her body responded to my every move.The sound of my name on her lips sent a thrill through me, making me want to hear it again and again, each time with more desperation. I couldn't help but smile against her skin, knowing she was completely at my mercy.
"Turn to me." I commanded, my voice low and firm.I wanted her to see how much I craved her, how much I desired her. My hands roamed over her body, feeling the softness of her skin, the way she fit perfectly against me.
"Stop, Vivian," her voice was shaky, as if she didn't really want me to stop, just slow down. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. "How can you ask me to stop when I haven't even started yet," I murmured, my voice rough with desire. In one swift motion, I turned her around to face me fully.
