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He tucked her hair back, and traced his thumb on her lips. Shivika closed her eyes feeling the sensations. He leaned in and hovered over her lips and gently started kissing at first it was slow but he picked up the pace and the kiss turned passionate. He stopped for a second to look in her eyes and then again started kissing more like eating her lips.

His strong hands roamed her curves, his hand found its way inside her shirt, seeking the warmth of her skin. He began to caress her breasts, his fingers expertly kneading and massaging, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.

With a swift motion, he laid her down on the bed, and tore her shirt, revealing the soft curves of her chest. He could not resist the temptation and lowered his head, his tongue dying to taste her skin. He lavished attention on her breasts, licking and sucking, leaving a trail of hickeys. His mouth found her nipples, and he sucked on them with the enthusiasm of a man starved for affection.

His tongue laved over her nipple as he sucked the sensitive bud into his hot mouth. Shivika wiggled beneath him, hands fisting in his hair. He continued his sensual assault, alternating between breasts, leaving a trail of love bites.

His own shirt came off next, revealing the toned muscles of his chest. He kissed her again, his bare skin pressed against hers, the heat of their bodies mingling together. She moaned softly, her body trembling with pleasure as he continued to explore her with his hands and mouth. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing.

Before his hands could go down, shivika held his hand

"Rukiye" she looked at him while breathing heavily ("Wait"), "mujhe ghar jana chahiye...bohot kaammmhmm" ("I need to go home... so much work") before she could complete he kissed her passionately.

"Ab yahi ghar hai tumhara," he said, his voice firm yet filled with affection. ("Now this is your home.")

"Acha ji," she teased, ("Oh really,")

"Haan." ("Yes.")

"Aur mere mummy papa se kya kahenge aap?" Shivika asked, gently caressing his cheek. ("And what will you say to my parents?")

"Mujhe kisiko kuch kehne ki zaroorat nahi hai," he replied, a hint of dominance in his tone. ("I don't need to say anything to anyone.")

"Lekin mujhe hai! Hatiye, mujhe jana hai," she insisted, playful but with a hint of seriousness. ("But I do! Move, I want to go.")

"Jane toh main nahi dunga," he said, pinning her gently to the bed, their faces close enough to feel each other's breath. ("I won't let you go.")

"Arre, please pareshan mat kariye, Samar! Hatiye naaa," she cried. ("Oh please don't bother me, Samar! Move please.")

"Jaan, I want you," he whispered, his eyes locking onto hers, revealing the depth of his feelings.