Her Nightmare | 18+

|| Chapter 96 ||

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PARINIDHI

Devansh was driving with one hand on the steering wheel, his other hand gliding across my leg, teasingly slow.

My legs were draped over his lap, placed there despite my protests. Each caress sent shivers up my spine, making it impossible to focus on anything but him.

I sat back in the seat, my eyes locked on him since the moment we had left the hospital. The corner of his mouth kept twitching, fighting a smile that he could barely suppress. Even in his effort to hide it, the smile lit up his face, softening the usual intensity in his eyes.

"Love," Devansh said, his voice low, almost hesitant, like a boy confessing a secret to his first crush.

Just hearing that softness in his voice made my heart flutter. Clearing my throat, I replied, "Yes, love?"

His smile broke free, wide and full, his dimples deepening as he glanced at me from the corner of his eye. There was something so disarming about seeing him this way—unguarded, happy, and knowing that I was the cause of it.

He looked so damn irresistible. Just the sight of him, with his dark, seductive energy, made me want him in ways I couldn't put into words. The desire pulsed through me, but I held myself back, watching him in silence as he kept stealing glances at me, his smirk deepening with each passing second.

Without warning, Devansh pulled the car to the side of the road. My heart raced as I glanced out the window, thinking maybe we had reached the mansion.

But no—we were still in the middle of nowhere. Confusion washed over me as I turned to him, about to ask what was going on, but before the words could escape my lips, his mouth crashed against mine.

The kiss was sudden, almost violent in its intensity. Devansh had already unbuckled his seatbelt, leaning over me, his lips claiming mine with such hunger it stole my breath.

For a split second, I froze, the shock of it overwhelming me. But when his teeth gently grazed my lower lip, I gasped, melting into him.

My hands instinctively found his shoulders, then slid up to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

His grip on me tightened—one hand gripping the nape of my neck possessively, the other pulling me closer by the waist.

His touch was firm, almost bruising, and yet I craved more of it, more of him.

He didn't stop kissing me, not even for a second, as his hand moved to unfasten my seatbelt. I shifted toward him, my body pressed against his as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving over mine with raw, unrestrained passion. It was as if he were consuming me, devouring my very soul.

His hand slid from my waist, moving upward until he cupped my breast, squeezing it gently.

I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips, my body responding instantly to his touch. The heat between us was undeniable, building rapidly with every kiss, every caress.

The way he kissed me—desperate, as if I were the air he needed to breathe—drove me wild.

The pleasure was almost unbearable, each moment intensifying the desire coursing through my veins. My mind spun with the thought of how we were supposed to wait until we got home when I was already trembling with need.

"Dev... please," I whispered, my voice barely a breath between our feverish kisses.

Every fiber of me screamed for air, for a reprieve, but I didn't really want him to stop. There was something intoxicating in the way his lips claimed mine, in the heat of his body pressing against me, in the way his hands knew exactly where to touch.