Forbidden Mania | 18+

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𝑀𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓀𝒶'𝓈 𝒫𝑜𝓋~

Arsh's eyes bore into mine with a hunger I had never seen before. There was something different in the way he was looking at me tonight. Intense, desperate, as if every second that passed drove him closer to the edge. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the window, casting long shadows across the floor.

He stepped closer, the heat from his body making my skin tingle, and before I could react, his hands were on my waist, pulling me toward him. My breath hitched as his fingers dug into my sides, firm yet gentle, as though he was both holding me in place and afraid I'd slip away.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Mishka." He murmured, his voice low, raw with emotion. His lips hovered inches away from mine, teasing, taunting, but never closing the gap.

"I can't take it anymore." He continued.

I felt a shiver crawl up my spine as his words sunk in. His breath, warm and ragged, brushed against my lips, and I could feel the tension radiating off of him. His hands slid up my waist, fingers tracing a slow path up my sides before settling just beneath my ribs, pulling me even closer. I could feel every hard plane of his body pressed against mine.

"Arsh." I whispered, my voice trembling, unsure whether it was from fear or excitement. My hands instinctively gripped his shirt, trying to ground myself in the midst of the storm he was unleashing inside me.

"I need you." He rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. His forehead dropped to mine, and for a brief second, I saw vulnerability flash across his face, something raw and unguarded. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by the same desperate need.

"I've never needed anyone like this." His lips moved, brushing against the corner of my mouth, sending sparks racing through my veins. I gasped softly, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. I wanted to pull away, to say something to break the tension, but I couldn't. I was frozen, trapped in the whirlwind of his desire and my own confusion.

Then, without warning, he tilted my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. They were dark, clouded with something primal, something I wasn't sure I could handle. His thumb grazed my lower lip, making me suck in a shaky breath.

"Say it." He demanded, his voice rough, almost commanding.

"Tell me you want this too."

My mind raced, every nerve in my body screaming for me to say yes, to give in to the pull between us. But before I could speak, before I could even form a coherent thought-

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I shot up in bed, my heart hammering in my chest as the piercing sound of the alarm filled the room. My breath came in short gasps, the remnants of the dream still clinging to my mind like a shadow I couldn't shake.

"Oh my God." I groaned, rubbing a hand over my face as I struggled to pull myself back into reality. The sheets felt cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat I was feeling in the dream.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I asked myself in an embarrassing tone.

I could still feel the phantom sensation of his touch, the way his hands had held me, the intensity in his voice. My face burned with embarrassment as the realization hit me. I was the one dreaming about him like this. Not Arsh. Meeee!!!!

"Am I seriously the pervert in this relationship?" I muttered to myself, burying my face in my hands. How could I dream something so, um...explicit?