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Har lamha woh kareeb tha, saanson mein bas ek junoon tha, Dil ne maangi bas ek khwahish, ye pal kabhi khatam na ho.
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"Fuck" His voice was a deep growl, low and strained as he buried his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply like he couldn't get enough of my scent.
I felt his warm breath fan over my skin, and the intensity of it made me shiver. Quickly, I withdrew my hand, my heart pounding erratically in my chest.
I pressed my palm over my chest as if that would calm the wild beating, but it didn't. My skin tingled where I had touched him, and I rubbed it gently, trying to gather my composure.
"Meer, the safe word?" His voice was hoarse, almost guttural, and the sound of it sent chills racing down my spine.
His hand moved to my waist, his fingers splayed out as if he was memorizing the very shape of me, committing every curve and dip to memory.
"Penguin" I breathed out, the word barely a whisper, and yet it was all I could manage.
"Penguin" He repeated, the sound of his voice sending ripples of something indescribable through my body. And then, to my surprise, he chuckled. I pouted, feeling a little self-conscious.
"Why penguin?" He asked, lifting his head from my neck, his eyebrow raised in curiosity. I didn't know how to answer without making it sound silly, so I just stayed quiet, hoping he wouldn't press. But when I didn't answer, he tilted his head, his expression playful yet demanding.
"Becauseyoulooklikeapenguin." I blurted out in one rushed breath, hoping he wouldn't understand my mumbled words. But as soon as I said it, I saw his expression change. His eyes widened, and I groaned internally. Of course, he understood. He always did.
"Did you just say I look like a penguin?" His voice was incredulous, and I could see the disbelief mixed with amusement on his face. I laughed nervously, nodding, hoping that my awkwardness would diffuse the tension. But instead, it only seemed to spur him on.
"So" Ge began, his tone turning wickedly serious in the span of a second.
"Do you want to be fucked by me or by your penguin?" His question hung in the air, thick and heavy, and I froze, my mouth parting in shock. He couldn't be serious.
