𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐚'𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

12) The Dream

Author's POV

"Please don't smoke now," Nalini's voice was soft, yet her gaze was smoldering, filled with a mix of concern and desire.

Abhimanyu, already holding the lighter, paused mid-motion. The flame flickered briefly before he extinguished it, eyes narrowing as they focused on her. "Why?" His voice was low, filled with curiosity and a subtle edge of seduction.

Nalini took a step closer, her heart pounding. The tension between them thickened, and her breath hitched before she whispered, "Because I'm planning to kiss you."

The words were out, raw and unfiltered, leaving no room for hesitation. Abhimanyu's eyes darkened, surprise flickering before it was replaced with something far more primal. With a swift movement, he tossed the cigarette and the lighter aside,the clatter echoing faintly but forgotten in the heat of the moment.

His hand slid to her waist, fingers tracing the curve of her hips with a soft, teasing touch that made Nalini shudder. As he pulled her closer, her body instinctively pressed against his. She could feel his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, their bodies aligning in perfect harmony. Her breath hitched when she felt the hardness of his arousal against her stomach, her pulse quickening as a low moan escaped her lips.

"Abhimanyu..." she whispered, her voice breathy, her hands sliding over his broad chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt.

His grip on her waist tightened, his other hand moving up her back, pulling her impossibly closer. The heat between them was palpable, and every inch of her skin tingled as if ignited by his touch. Slowly, he lowered his lips to hers, brushing against them with agonizing slowness. The soft warmth of his breath fanned over her face before their lips finally met.

The kiss was electric, and Nalini melted into him, her fingers tangling in his hair. His lips moved against hers with an intensity that left her breathless, his tongue sweeping across her lower lip before slipping inside her mouth. She moaned softly as their tongues danced, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Abhimanyu's body responded to her moans, his arousal growing harder as she pressed against him. He groaned low in his throat, his hand gripping her tighter as his hips pressed forward, his erection evident as it strained against the fabric of his jeans. Nalini gasped into his mouth, her body arching into his touch, her own desire building as their kiss deepened.

His hands roamed lower, slipping under her shirt, his fingers grazing the smooth skin of her waist, sending shivers up her spine. Her nipples hardened under the thin fabric of her brasserie his hands moved higher, brushing just beneath her breasts, teasingly close but not quite touching.

"Ahh..." she gasped, her voice filled with need as she arched against him, her body begging for more.

A growl of approval rumbled from his chest, and he responded by pressing her harder against him, their hips grinding together. His cock twitched in his jeans, growing painfully hard as her soft body pressed against him. The feeling of her bosom against his chest, the way she moaned softly with every movement, only made his need for her more urgent.

He broke the kiss for a moment, his lips trailing down her neck, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin. Nalini's head fell back, a soft moan escaping her as his teeth grazed her collarbone, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She dug her nails into his shoulders, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as he continued to kiss his way lower.

"God, Nalini..." he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with desire. "You have no idea what you do to me."

She moaned in response, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment. His hand slipped under the waistband of her skirt, fingers brushing against her bare skin, teasing her as he explored lower.