Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*what now indeed*

***author's pov***

Arjun pushed her instantly, his hands firm on her shoulders as he stepped back, shaking his head vehemently. "Go away," he growled, his voice thick with anger and frustration. "Don't dare come to me."

Aayara didn't budge. She pressed herself closer to him, her hands sliding around his waist as she tried to console him. "Arjun, stop," she pleaded softly, her voice a soothing balm against his raw emotions. "You need to calm down."

He glared at her, his eyes burning with a mixture of pain and fury. "Calm down? How can I calm down when everything is falling apart?" His grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as if trying to anchor himself to something solid.

She winced but didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into him, her body warm and inviting against his. "Let me help you," she murmured, her lips brushing against his neck as she spoke. The combination of her words and the sensation of her breath against his skin sent a shiver down his spine.

Arjun's resolve wavered. He wanted to push her away, to keep her at arm's length, but the feel of her against him was too intoxicating. Her body was soft and yielding, a stark contrast to his own taut muscles and tense nerves. He could smell the faint scent of her perfume, a mix of lavender and vanilla that reminded him of simpler times.

"Please, Arjun," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Let me in."

His heart pounded in his chest, a fierce rhythm that echoed through his body. He wanted to resist, to maintain the walls he had built around himself, but Aayara's presence was like a gentle wind against a fortress, slowly eroding its defenses.

With a low groan, Arjun pulled her tightly against him, his mouth crashing down on hers in a desperate, passionate kiss. The taste of her overwhelmed his senses—sweet, yet somehow tart, like the first sip of fresh lemonade on a hot summer day. Her lips were soft and pliant beneath his, responding eagerly to the pressure of his kiss.

Aayara moaned into his mouth, her hands clawing at his back as she arched her body closer to his. The heat from their bodies mingled, creating a sweltering intensity that made it difficult to breathe. Arjun's hands roamed her back, slipping under the hem of her nightgown to touch the bare skin there. The warmth of her skin against his palms sent a jolt of electricity through his veins.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he stared into her eyes. "Why are you doing this?" he demanded, his voice hoarse. "I don't deserve your kindness."

"Maybe not," she replied quietly, her eyes never leaving his. "But I want to be here for you anyway."

Her words cut through the fog of his anger, hitting him deep in his core. He felt a surge of emotion—gratitude, affection, and something else he couldn't quite name. It was as if a dam had broken inside him, releasing a flood of feelings he had been holding back for so long.

With a growl of frustration, Arjun lifted her off the ground, pressing her back against the cold basement wall. The sudden coldness against her skin startled Aayara, but she quickly adjusted, wrapping her legs around his hips in a tight embrace.

Their mouths met again, this time with a ferocious hunger that left no room for gentleness. Arjun's tongue invaded her mouth, exploring every inch with a possessive urgency. The sound of their labored breathing filled the small space, punctuated by occasional moans and gasps.

Arjun's hands roamed her body with a feverish intensity, tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. He cupped one breast through her bra, kneading the soft flesh with his palm. Aayara whimpered in response, her nails digging into his shoulders as she pressed herself closer.

Desire pooled low in her belly, a hot, throbbing ache that demanded release. She could feel the hard length of him pressed against her thigh, evidence of his growing arousal. The knowledge of his desire for her sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.

Arjun fumbled with the zipper of his pants, his hands clumsy with need. Finally, he managed to free himself, his cock springing out, already slick with pre-cum. He positioned himself at her entrance, his breath hitching as he prepared to enter her.

Aayara bit her lip, her eyes wide with anticipation. She shifted slightly, adjusting herself to accommodate him more easily. "Now," she urged, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a grunt of effort, Arjun thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one smooth motion. The sensation of being filled, of having his hardness surrounded by her tight warmth, made him shudder with pleasure. Aayara cried out, her body clenching around him as the initial sting of penetration gave way to a deeper, more intense sensation.

They moved together in a primal dance, each thrust of his hips matched by the arch of her back, the tightening of her muscles. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed through the basement, mingling with their ragged breaths and soft sighs.

Arjun's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, ensuring that they were perfectly aligned. The friction between them was electrifying, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure radiating through his body. He could feel himself building towards climax, the pressure in his loins becoming unbearable.

Aayara's head rolled back against the wall, her eyes half-closed as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body. She could feel the edge of her own orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to sweep her away.

"Arjun," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I'm close—so close."

Hearing her cry out his name, feeling her body tighten around him, was all it took to push him over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, Arjun came, his release washing over him in waves of ecstasy. At the same moment, Aayara let out a keening wail, her body convulsing as she reached her peak.

For a few moments, they stayed locked together, panting heavily as they rode out the aftershocks of their mutual climax. The world seemed to blur around them, leaving only the two of them in their own private bubble of pure connection.

Finally, Arjun withdrew, allowing her feet to touch the ground once more. They stood there, foreheads touching, simply enjoying the closeness of the moment. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, heavy with the weight of their shared experience.

"Arjun," Aayara began, her voice soft and tentative. "What now?"

Arjun closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her breath against his skin. What now, indeed?