𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝟐𝟖 | 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒

Hello Butterflies,

Hope you all are doing well. After a lot of requests from you guys the chapter is finally here. So this chapter contains some mature contents, I'm not putting a warning because I know you guys are going to ignore it like Arthur ignores Michael's existence. I'm nervous about the chapter, I don't know if I can satisfy your imagination or need. So comment down as much as you can.

Target : 2k + votes and 1k+ comments.

Words count: 5300+

Now read and enjoy ❤️‍🩹

𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 𝐇 𝐔 𝐑

"You won't cry, darling. You won't cry ever," I whispered, wiping away those tears I hated the most from her beautiful face. Our date had been perfect, just as I had planned. I found myself falling in love with her all over again as she walked toward the backyard, ethereal in that red saree. I couldn't fathom how anyone could not find my darling beautiful. She was the center of my universe, and seeing her cry made me want to burn this world down and build a new one, just to make her smile again.

"And if I cry, kiss me harder," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but I heard it loud and clear. Up until now, I had been holding back, controlling the urge to tear that dress from her body and lose myself in her until she could feel nothing but me, hear nothing but my name on her lips. I had been waiting for her consent, and now that I had it, there was no turning back.

Before she could take back her words, I crashed my mouth against hers, savoring the feel of her soft, plump lips. It was heaven. My hands, which had been tracing gentle patterns across her bare waist, now moved to her face, cupping her cheeks as I angled her head to deepen the kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed, her expression one of pure contentment, proof of how much she was enjoying this moment. I sucked on her lips, hard and fast, and she mirrored my actions, our lips fitting together like the missing pieces of a puzzle. Her hands threaded through my hair, pulling me closer.

I pressed my body against hers, letting her feel how much I wanted her. My hand left her face and moved to her waist, pinching her soft skin, making her gasp. Her mouth opened, giving me the perfect opportunity to slide my tongue inside, tasting every corner of her mouth. She moaned as our tongues danced together, and she tasted like raspberries, chocolate, and pure addiction. I had never been one for sweets, but now I couldn't imagine living without the taste of her. She pulled me closer, and I sucked on her lips greedily. I only pulled away when I sensed she was struggling to breathe.

Her eyes locked onto mine, the same passion and desire burning in her gaze that I felt within me. Her cheeks were flushed, making her look like a red rose in full bloom. Her chest rose and fell as she panted heavily, trying to catch her breath. When she finally did, she surprised me by crashing her lips against mine once again, kissing me with an intensity that matched my own. And I let her, because we were both starving for each other. This hunger was mutual now, and I was no longer alone in it.