YUVRAJ RAIZADA
"Woh meri hai, sirf meri"
(She's mine, only mine)
NAIRA SHARMA
"Hame kisi se koi matlab nahi hai"
(I don't care about anyone)
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Two people.
Two past lovers.
What happens next?
Dive in to find out.
(Translation inclu...
Naira's moan reverberated throughout the living room when Yuvraj's lips slithered down to her neck, gently biting and sucking.
He wrapped his fingers around her slender neck when he was finished making his marks there, making her head fall backwards as she kept her hand on his.
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"Do you have any idea of what you do to me?", he rasped, using his free hand to bunch his t-shirt up and then, slipped his hand inside the t-shirt, feeling her bare skin.
His hand travelled upwards towards her breasts.
She did not want him to stop. She wanted him to complete what he was doing.
Her eyes rolled back at the slightest touch of his fingers, as if she were waiting for him to touch her for all these years.
The vow of celibacy was to break today, and this is applicable for both of them.
He gently held her right breast in his hand, squeezing it.
"Fuck baby", he moaned at the feeling of her soft, plump flesh in his hand.
She was also loving it. But there was something missing. The way he used to be so rough with her, the way he used to dominate her is a need for her right now.
She wanted him to go as rough on her as possible.
"Yuvraj, kas ke pakadiye na please", she pleaded, letting out her dark desires.
(Yuvraj, hold it tightly please)
He chuckled and held her breast tightly, rubbing his thumb on her nipple, feeling it getting hard under his touch.
"Still love the rough fucking, yeah?", he asked her, even though he knew the answer to that.
They both had the exact taste in bed. He loves to dominate while she loved being submissive to him. Raw, rough, is what they craved.
"Only with you", she murmured in a daze as he fondled her breasts.
The next second, his gaze darkened, and she knew she fucked up. The way those words can be interpreted is what she realised just now, after saying them. She felt him pinching her nipple and twisting it.
"Ahh,", the sudden scream of pain elicited from her.
"What do you mean 'only with you?' Have you been with someone else in my absence Naira?", he seethed at her.
She instantly shook her head but he left her neck to hold her hairs in his fist.
Slamming her down on the couch, he hovered over her.
The hand which was inside the t-shirt, now pushed that t-shirt till her chest, revealing her breasts to him.
He, for one second, did not want his gaze to wander away from her breast, but she seems to be in a need for reminder, reminder of her belonging with him and only him.
