Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*TOUCH ME*

***author's pov***

***MATURE content****

With deft movements, he reached for the edge of her saree, his fingers brushing against her bare midriff. A shiver ran through Aayara at his touch, her body betraying her fear. He untied the knot at her hip, sliding the fabric away from her body inch by agonizing inch. Each pull of the cloth exposed more of her creamy skin to his gaze, making her heart pound in her chest.

The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with an electric tension. Arjun’s eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every detail. His gaze lingered on the delicate arch of her collarbone, the gentle swell of her breasts barely concealed by the thin fabric of her blouse. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face, his teeth gleaming white against his darkly tanned skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Aayara,” he murmured, his voice a velvety caress that sent shivers down her spine. “Such an innocent little thing which is getting ruined by me ”

She swallowed hard, her throat dry, as she felt the weight of the saree pool at her feet. Her legs trembled beneath her, threatening to give way. Arjun’s hand slid up her arm, his touch firm yet tantalizingly gentle. He guided her towards the bed, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she sank onto the plush mattress.

He followed her down, positioning himself between her thighs. The heat of his body radiated into hers, searing her even through the layers of their clothing. His fingers trailed along the edge of her blouse, tracing the delicate lace trim. Aayara’s breath hitched in her throat as he began to unbutton the garment, revealing more of her bare skin with each pop of the tiny fasteners.

His lips brushed against her ear, his breath warm and insistent. “Are you enjoying this, wifey?” he whispered, his tone mocking yet undeniably seductive.

She couldn’t answer, her voice trapped in her throat. All she could do was nod, her cheeks burning with humiliation and arousal. Arjun chuckled softly, the sound sending a thrill of fear and excitement through her body.

With one final tug, he pulled the blouse open, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. Her nipples hardened instantly, standing erect and hungry for his attention. Arjun's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight before him. His hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over the taut peak.

His eyes raked over her body, lingering on the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, and the slender length of her legs. A slow, predatory smile curved his lips, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"You’re hurt, and need  bed rest," he whispered, his voice a velvet purr that sent shivers down her spine. "Sorry .. but don't think i won't punish you for falling from the stairs"

Aayara’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She could smell the subtle scent of his cologne, a heady blend of musk and amber that made her dizzy. Her body ached with anticipation, every nerve ending tingling with awareness of his nearness.

Without warning, Arjun’s hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The sudden closeness made her gasp, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hardening into tight buds . He lowered his head, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, almost teasing kiss.

The kiss deepened, his tongue parting her lips with insistent pressure. She melted against him, her arms sliding around his neck as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body. His hands roamed over her back, tracing the curve of her spine, before dipping lower to cup her ass, squeezing firmly.

Aayara whimpered into his mouth, her hips bucking against his as desire flared between them. She could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her belly, arousing and intimidating in equal measure. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust.

Arjun’s gaze dropped to her chest, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of her exposed flesh.

"Such perfect tits," he growled, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, his fingers ghosting over the soft skin above her bra, teasing the sensitive mounds until her breath came in short, uneven gasps.

"Please," she begged, her voice cracking with need. "Touch me."

Arjun’s smirk returned, but this time there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes. He leaned down, capturing one pert nipple between his teeth, biting gently before sucking it into his mouth. Aayara cried out, her hands clutching at his hair as waves of pleasure flooded her senses. The sensation was overwhelming, her entire body thrumming with arousal as he lavished attention on her breasts.

His hand slid lower, skimming over her flat stomach .