Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

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࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Arjun's fingers curl around Aayara's wrist, pulling her closer as his lips trail down the curve of her neck. She gasps, a shiver running through her body at the sensation. The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows that dance across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of their mingled sweat and the faint, heady aroma of jasmine from the oil he had rubbed into her skin earlier.

"Do you like that?" Arjun murmurs against her skin, his voice low and husky. His other hand cups her breast, thumb brushing over the hardened peak of her nipple through the delicate fabric of her bra.

Aayara bites her lip, trying to stifle a moan. "Yes," she whispers, her breath catching in her throat. Her heart pounds in her chest, a rapid, erratic rhythm that matches the way her blood surges beneath her skin. She can feel the heat of his body pressed against hers, the hard lines of his muscles shifting as he moves.

Arjun smirks, his eyes dark with desire as he watches her reaction. He releases her wrist, letting his hand slide down to her waist, then lower still until he reaches the hem of her saree. With deliberate slowness, he tugs the fabric up, baring her legs to the cool air of the room.

"Spread your legs," he commands, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

Aayara hesitates for a moment, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. But there is something in his eyes, something that makes her want to obey, to submit to him completely. Slowly, she parts her legs, feeling a thrill of excitement shoot through her as she does so.

Arjun kneels between her thighs, his gaze fixed on her as his eyes continuing and exposing more of her smooth, golden skin. His fingers brush lightly against the inside of her thigh, causing her to jerk in surprise. The touch is electric, sending sparks of sensation streaking through her body.

"You're so mine ! ," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss just above her knee. Then another, lower down, closer to the sensitive spot where her thighs meet.

Aayara whimpers, her hands clutching at the sheets beneath her. She can feel the heat pooling between her legs, her body already responding to his ministrations. She wants more, needs more, but she doesn't dare ask. Instead, she simply lies there, waiting, wanting, aching for him to continue.

Arjun seems to sense her need, because he wastes no time in continuing his exploration. He shifts forward, pressing his mouth against the tender flesh of her inner thigh. His tongue flicks out, tasting the saltiness of her skin, and she gasps, her hips bucking involuntarily.

"Such a good girl," he praises, his voice vibrating against her skin as he speaks. "So responsive."

Aayara feels a flush of pride mixed with shame, her emotions warring within her. She hates how much she enjoys his praise, how it makes her feel special, wanted. But at the same time, she hates herself for feeling this way, for being so weak in front of him.

Arjun's hands slide up her thighs, pushing the peticoat as he goes up .  He pauses when he reaches the edge of her panties, his fingers tracing the thin band of lace that sits snugly against her skin.

"Undress for me," he orders, his voice sharp and commanding. "I want to see all of you."

Aayara swallows hard, her throat dry. She knows what he means, knows that he wants her to remove her remaining clothing. But the thought of stripping completely naked in front of him fills her with dread. What if he looks at her and sees nothing but flaws? What if he finds her lacking?

But Arjun isn't one to tolerate hesitation. He gives her a little shove, forcing her to sit up. "Now," he repeats, his tone leaving no doubt as to his intentions.

With trembling hands, Aayara reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra. It slips off her shoulders, falling to the floor in a heap of silk and lace. Next, she grabs the sides of her panties, hesitating only briefly before tugging them down over her hips. They too join the pile on the floor, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.

Arjun's eyes roam over her body, taking in every inch of her. There's a hunger in his expression, a primal need that sends a shiver down her spine. When his gaze finally meets hers, she sees something else there too - admiration, maybe even affection.

"Beautiful," he repeats, his voice softer this time. He reaches out, cupping her face in his hands. "Perfectly carved by God ."

Aayara feels a tear slip down her cheek, a mixture of relief and happiness. She closes her eyes, leaning into his touch. She can feel his thumb wipe away the tear, followed by the warm press of his lips against hers.

The kiss is gentle at first, almost tender, but it quickly grows more insistent. Arjun's tongue probes at her mouth, demanding entrance, and she opens willingly, moaning into the kiss. His hands slide down her body, mapping every curve, every dip, until he reaches the apex of her thighs.

He pauses there, his fingers hovering just above her swollen folds. "Tell me what you want," he breathes against her lips. "Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

Aayara's mind races, struggling to form the words. All she knows is that she needs more, needs him to touch her, to fill the aching void between her legs. Finally, she manages to choke out a single word.

"Please."