𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗾-𝗲-𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻

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𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸'𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜
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He feels like the luckiest man alive. Finally, her discomfort-or you could say the pleasure he is about to give her-has had an impact on her. The car feels so small for him, but does it matter? No, of course not. As long as she is in his arms, nothing else matters to him. Even the whole world could be crumbling in front of him.

He slowly whispers sweet words in her ears, making her feel relaxed. She still isn't in her kurti, as it was already torn by the monster, but she feels comfortable and relaxed with him. Slowly yet firmly, he unhooked her bra, which was hanging loosely on her shoulders. He closed his eyes as he removed it, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. But when the cold air touched her soft, tender breasts, a shiver ran down her spine.

"Abhi," she moaned helplessly. He opened his eyes and inhaled sharply, gazing at the disheveled beauty in front of him. Her aching upper body, messy hair, teary eyes, and smudged lip balm made her look so breathtakingly beautiful that it could kill him with a snap of a finger.

He moved back to the top of her, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Call me that, baby."

"Abhi," she called out again, her voice weak with exhaustion. Noticing her tiredness, he whispered desperately, "You're tired already? What will happen when I insert my whole self inside you?" She didn't fully grasp his meaning, but still blushed, because in her current state, there was no energy left to question him.

Slowly, he moved down toward her cleavage, sucking on the soft skin of her neck like a beast. Hid hands cupped each of her breasts, molding them into shape. They were so big that they couldn't fit entirely in one hand, but this desperate monster was determined to mold them his way. After leaving a trail of red-purple marks on her neck, he moved down to her cleavage line, inhaling deeply. The sweet baby fragrance still lingered on her, a testament to her innocence and purity.

As Abhimanyu continued his exploration, he felt a mix of desire and protectiveness wash over him. She was so vulnerable, lying there with her beautiful eyes closed and her body trembling from the sensations he was giving her. He wanted to cherish her, to make her feel safe, even as his darker instincts pulled him closer to the edge.

"Just relax, my soul," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, as he peppered soft kisses along her collarbone. He wanted her to forget everything, if only for a moment, and be lost in the pleasure he was giving her.

She responded with soft whimpers, her body instinctively arching toward him. "Abhimanyu..." she breathed, her voice tinged with both confusion and desire. He could feel her warmth against him, and it drove him wild.

"Good girl," he said, his breath hot against her skin. "Just let go."

With a sudden surge of passion, he pulled her closer, enveloping her in his embrace. The small space of the car felt even tighter, but all he could think about was the intoxicating scent of her skin and the way her body molded against his. He felt powerful, alive, like he could conquer the world as long as she was in his arms.

He leaned back slightly, looking into her eyes. "You're the only thing that matters to me. Nothing else exists when I'm with you," he whispered, his tone serious yet tender. Her eyes widened slightly, and he could see the confusion mingling with something deeper-a spark of trust.

Suddenly, the car lurched as they hit a bump in the road. She gasped, her body instinctively pressing against him for support. Abhimanyu took the opportunity to capture her lips with his, kissing her deeply, his hunger for her growing with each passing second. He poured everything into that kiss-the desperation, the longing, and the undeniable bond that was forming between them.

She responded, her hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer, as if trying to meld their bodies together. Abhimanyu felt a rush of heat spread through him, his heart racing as he lost himself in her.

"Abhimanyu..." she moaned helplessly, breaking the kiss for a moment, her cheeks flushed and her breathing uneven.

"Yes, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"What if... what if this isn't right?"

He paused, taking in her words, but the thought of stopping never crossed his mind. "It feels right to me," he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. "You're safe with me. I won't let anyone hurt you again."

She looked into his eyes, searching for the truth in his words. Abhimanyu was all she had right now, and despite the whirlwind of emotions raging within her, she couldn't deny the spark between them.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling but filled with determination. "I trust you."

Those words hit Abhimanyu like a thunderbolt. Trust. It was something he had rarely experienced, and hearing it from her filled him with a sense of possessiveness he hadn't anticipated. "Good," he replied, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Because I plan to take care of you, in every way possible."

With that promise hanging in the air, he kissed her again, deeper this time. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, the fire between them igniting further. "You're going to feel things you've never felt before," he whispered, a hint of mischief dancing in his gaze.

As he leaned down, he captured her lips once more, his kisses trailing from her mouth to her neck. He could hear her breath hitch, and each soft moan that escaped her lips spurred him on. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

"Abhimanyu..." she moaned again, her voice filled with a mix of fear and longing, as his mouth explored the delicate skin of her neck. The way her body responded to him, arching and pressing against him, fueled his hunger even more.

"Just let go," he urged, feeling the heat between them intensify. He couldn't hold back the need to claim her completely. "You're mine."

As he moved lower, kissing along her collarbone, he could feel her soft skin beneath his lips. Each kiss sent shockwaves through her, and her moans filled the car, echoing in the confined space. Abhimanyu felt alive, consumed by her responses, each sound igniting a primal desire within him.

"Please, Abhimanyu," she breathed, her eyes fluttering open, filled with vulnerability and need.

"Yes, baby," he replied, his voice low and filled with promise. "I'll make you feel good."

Abhimanyu's lips found hers again, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. He was lost in her, and as the world outside faded away, he knew that he would do anything to make her his, to protect her, and to take her to places she had never imagined.