𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 || 18+

19. unusual night 🌶

⚠️ this chapter contains slightly mature contains ...so read at your own risk or feel free to skip it .

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As they finished their slow, intimate dance, Veeranshu gently kissed Amaya on her neck, whispering, "Let's go."
She nodded, still lost in the warmth of his embrace. Hand in hand, they walked toward the car, their bodies occasionally brushing against each other. Veeranshu opened the door for Amaya, making sure she was comfortably seated before heading to the driver's side.

With a soft rumble, the engine came to life, and they began to drive into the night. The two cars with Veeranshu's bodyguards flanked them closely, moving like shadows, ensuring their safety.

Amaya watched Veeranshu closely-his hand gripping the steering wheel tightly, the tension visible in the way his knuckles whitened. She could sense something brewing within him, but she remained silent, observing his every move.

After driving for a while in silence, Veeranshu suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the deserted road. His eyes flickered to the rearview mirror, and with a subtle gesture of his hand, he signaled the bodyguards to continue without them. The two cars, understanding the signal, accelerated and disappeared into the distance.

Now, it was just them-Veeranshu and Amaya-alone on an empty road, with nothing but the moonlight and stars overhead. The air between them grew thick with unspoken words and the heat of the night. Veeranshu turned to Amaya, his intense gaze locking with hers as the silence stretched.

"I can't control myself anymore, jaan," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, each word drenched in longing. He unfastened his seatbelt in a swift motion, the soft click barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. His body inched closer to hers, the air around them thickening, their breaths mingling in the heated space of the car, now feeling far too small for the emotions swirling between them.

Amaya's heart hammered in her chest as Veeranshu leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing her lips before he captured them in a slow, smoldering kiss. His mouth moved against hers, tasting, savoring, as though he had been starving for her touch. She melted into him, her body reacting instinctively, her fingers threading into his hair before sliding down to his strong shoulders, pulling him even closer. The world outside faded, leaving only the heat that crackled between them.

Veeranshu's fingers, rough yet tender, grazed her cheek before trailing along her jawline, the light touch sending shivers down her spine. His hand slipped into her hair, tangling gently, as he deepened the kiss with a hunger that made her toes curl. His other hand, firm and confident, moved to her chest, his palm brushing over her breast. The simple touch sparked a flame inside her, spreading warmth throughout her body.

With a soft but possessive motion, his hand molded around her breast, his thumb grazing her hardened nipple through the fabric of her dress. A gasp escaped her lips, swallowed by his kiss, her body arching into his touch, wanting more. The tension between them was electric, each touch, each breath building the anticipation. His hands, now bolder, roamed her body, exploring every curve with a slow deliberation that made her ache for him.

He shifted his hand to her other breast, pausing just long enough for their gazes to meet-his eyes dark, filled with desire. His fingers squeezed gently at first, then harder, drawing a soft moan from deep within her throat. The sound seemed to unravel something in him, pushing him over the edge. With a low growl, Veeranshu kissed her again, harder this time, his lips demanding as his body pressed firmly against hers. The raw passion between them threatened to consume them both, each kiss more frantic, more desperate than the last.

Amaya's hands explored his chest, feeling the hard lines of his muscles beneath his shirt, her fingers tracing the dips and planes of his sculpted body. The heat between them grew unbearable, their mouths locked in a dance of need, their hands speaking what their lips couldn't. His hand, hot and deliberate, traced down her side, sliding over her waist and stopping just above her thigh, his touch igniting every nerve along the way.