Bound by Desire 18+

8.DESIRE 🔞

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Vedanti pov:) 

"May I?" Shivya's voice was deep, low, filled with an intensity that made my heart race. His eyes bore into mine, and I could feel the weight of the moment between us, thick and electric.

"Y-e-s," I stammered, barely getting the word out as the air seemed to leave my lungs. His breath was warm against my lips, and I felt a strange combination of nervousness and desire build inside me. Slowly, his hand slid under my t-shirt, the heat of his palm sending shivers through my body.

His fingers traced delicate patterns on my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. My skin felt like it was on fire, burning under his touch, but it was the way he looked at me that truly set me alight. His dark, smoldering eyes held a hunger, a desire that left me breathless. It was overwhelming—the power of it, the need in his gaze.

I broke the eye contact, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks. I was shy—how could I not be when the way he touched me, the way he looked at me, felt so raw, so real?

But Shivya wouldn't allow it. His fingers gently but firmly lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him again. And then, without another word, he captured my lips in his.

The kiss was slow at first, a tease, but filled with emotion that made my pulse race. He sucked on my lower lip, coaxing me to respond, but I was too caught up in the whirlwind of feelings. When I didn't open my mouth, he pinched my nipple lightly over my bra, the sharp sensation surprising me, causing a gasp to escape my lips.

He took that opportunity, deepening the kiss. His tongue slipped past my lips, and the kiss turned from soft to intense, filled with the need we both had been denying for so long. His hand pressed against my lower back, pulling me closer, until there was no space left between us. I could feel the rapid beating of his heart, as fast and unsteady as mine.

My hands, which had been resting on his chest, moved up to his hair, tangling in the strands as I pulled him closer. I wanted more—more of him, more of this. Every stroke of his tongue, every brush of his lips against mine, sent a jolt of desire straight through me.

He kissed me like I was the air he needed to breathe, as if he couldn't get enough, and I realized I felt the same way. I kissed him back with everything I had, pouring all the frustration, all the love, and all the unspoken feelings I had into that moment.

His lips left mine, trailing down my jaw to my neck, his breath hot against my skin. I felt the soft press of his lips, followed by the slight scrape of his teeth, and I shuddered under his touch. My entire body was humming, alive with sensations I couldn't quite process.

"Shivya," I whispered, my voice shaky with emotion. He paused, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes searching mine.

"Mujhe tumhare bina jeena nahi aata, Vedanti," he said, his voice low and raw, his breath ghosting over my lips.

("I don't know how to live without you, Vedanti.")

I blinked, my heart skipping a beat at his confession. I had never heard him speak like this before—so vulnerable, so honest. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. Instead, I cupped his face, my thumb brushing over his cheek.

"Tumhare saath jeene ka mann karta hai, Shivya," I whispered back, my voice soft but full of meaning.

("With you, I want to live.")

His eyes softened, something deep and unspoken passing between us. He leaned in again, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that was slow and tender this time, the intensity giving way to something more profound. It wasn't just desire—it was love, raw and unfiltered.