IT WAS MEANT TO BE HIM

30- Chemistry or deception??(16+)

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"And how do you know what I feel about you?" Kabir said in a husky voice, his gaze flickering between her eyes and her lips. He caressed her lower lip with his thumb, his own lips slightly parted. Slowly, he leaned in closer, but Erica turned her head away.

"You don't mean it, Kabir," she replied.

"You can't decide that on my behalf!" he retorted, pulling her against his chest and sealing his lips with hers. His hands locked around her waist, drawing her closer as he began to suck on her upper lip gently. Within moments, his kiss transformed into something fierce—strong, passionate, maddening. The room was bathed in the gorgeous moonlight, enhancing the charged atmosphere.

Erica was taken aback. Kabir's touch always ignited her soul, but she resisted surrendering. She stood still, not pushing him away, as she enjoyed his embrace but did not reciprocate the kiss. Kabir sought entrance to her mouth, but Erica remained unyielding. He licked her lips a few times in an attempt to coax her, but when she still did not respond, he pinched her waist.

"Ouch!" Erica moaned, and in that moment, he entered her mouth like a devil, devouring her. His kiss was so powerful that Erica melted, her hand tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened. They kissed as if they were connecting on a soul level, but suddenly, Kabir's phone rang. He ignored it, but when it continued, he reluctantly picked it up, leaving Erica momentarily.

"Hello?" Kabir said, frustration evident in his voice.

"Sir, your car is repaired. Are you coming to pick it up?"

While Kabir listened to the call, Erica took the opportunity to free herself from him and began to walk away.

"No, I don't want it now. I'll call you in the morning," Kabir said, reaching out to grasp Erica's wrist as she passed by. She jerked her hand away.

He hung up the call and rushed toward her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Why are you leaving me?" he asked softly, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Erica was surprised by his gentle tone; her heart melted, but she fought to maintain her resolve. "Why are you doing this..." she began, her voice trailing off as he lifted her in a bridal carry.

"Kabir, what are you doing? Put me down!" she protested, squirming.

He gently placed her on the bed, his darkened eyes speaking a language that sent chills down Erica's spine. He took her feet in his lap and kissed her toes, causing her heart to race. Kabir was affecting her entire being.

"Kabir, I..." she started, but he silenced her with a passionate kiss.

"I can't control myself... you belong to me, and I want to touch what belongs to me. I want you right now!" he murmured between kisses, his voice husky and deep, his breath heavy.

Erica's heart did a somersault at his possessive tone; she felt as if she were his. The attraction she felt for him was boundless, perhaps even something deeper.

He kissed her jaw and cheeks with utmost tenderness, and Erica melted under his touch. He gazed at her neck, a familiar feeling washing over her. His fragrance and masculine presence shattered her defenses. Kabir pulled her onto his chest, positioning her above him.