Haal e dil: The Tale Of Love

➤ Chapter 18

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"Tell me what you want," he whispered against her mouth, his voice thick. His hands were everywhere-teasing, touching, driving her mad with want. She trembled beneath his touch, her mind hazy with desire.

"I want you," she gasped, her voice barely audible.

With swift motion he hovered over her, his lips crashed onto hers, capturing her mouth in a kiss that left her dizzy. His hands moved beneath her dress, caressing her, making her arch toward him as she tangled her fingers in his hair.

he took his time exploring her body, his hands gliding over her curves with a mix of reverence and desire. As his fingers traveled up her thighs, he savored the way her skin felt under his touch, soft and inviting. He cupped her breasts, fingers teasingly playing with them.

"God, you feel so soft," he murmured against her lips.

He pressed his palms against her, fingers kneading and squeezing her breast, and she let out a breathy moan, her body arching instinctively toward him. He loved the way she reacted to his touch, how her breaths quickened, and her eyes darkened with need.

"Does this feel good?" he asked rolling his thumbs over her hardened nipples, feeling them peak under his touch. He watched her face, the way it flushed with desire, and it drove him wild.

"Yes," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, and he could feel the rush of power surging through him.

He continued to play with her, cupping her breasts fully, fingers pinching and tugging gently at her nipples, watching as she writhed beneath him, lost in pleasure.

"Please," she whimpered, her eyes pleading, and he leaned in closer.

He slipped his fingers between her legs, teasing her folds with deliberate slowness, feeling her slickness coating his fingers.

"So wet for me," He smirked against her skin, clearly pleased with how desperate she had become for his touch.

"Is this what you want?" he murmured, his breath hot against her neck as his fingers teased her entrance, circling slowly but never giving her what she craved. "Tell me."

Her voice was barely a whisper, breathless and full of need. "Please... don't tease me."

"Don't tease you?" he repeated, amusement dripping from his tone "You're mine to tease, to touch, to make scream," he growled.

He slid one finger inside her. The moment he did, she gasped, her back pressing against the cool leather of the seat as a mix of pleasure and a hint of pain coursed through her.

"Oh!" she cried, her body instinctively tensing at the sudden intrusion.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured, his voice low and dripping with desire. "You're so tight around my finger."

Her body responded, craving his touch despite the initial sting, her breath hitching as he pulled his finger out and thrust it back in slowly, savoring the moment.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked relishing the way she squirmed beneath him. "So wet, just for me."

"Y-Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with need, completely lost in the sensations flooding her body.

He smirked, stretching her as he worked them in and out, each thrust deeper than the last. The sensation of being filled made her moan, a mixture of pleasure as curled his fingers, expertly seeking that sweet spot deep inside her.

"kri please," she gasped, her body arching toward him, desperately wanting more despite the lingering ache.

"First just let your body adjust to me." he coaxed, his thrusts pushing her closer to the edge. "Feel how you're clenching around my finger,"