Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT*

***author's pov***

*** Mature content ahead***

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

Arjun's eyes smolder as he takes in her plea, his expression darkening with a blend of lust and possession. His hands slide down her sides, tracing the curve of her hips before gripping her firmly. "Please what?" he growls, his voice low and demanding, a stark contrast to the softness of his earlier caresses.

Aayara's breath hitches, her body trembling under his touch. She can feel the heat radiating from him, the raw power he exudes making her pulse race. "Please... please, Arjun," she whispers, her voice barely audible, filled with both fear and desire.

He pulls her closer, their bodies flush against each other, leaving no space between them. His fingers dig into her flesh, not hard enough to hurt but enough to assert control. "Beg me," he commands, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her mind races, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. She feels trapped, yet there's something intoxicating about his dominance. "Please... I need you," she finally manages to say, her voice breaking with vulnerability.

His grip tightens momentarily before releasing, his hand moving to cup her face. He tilts her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Good girl," he murmurs, his thumb stroking her cheek. "Now, tell me what you want."

She hesitates, her eyes darting away from his intense stare. But his other hand on her hip keeps her rooted in place. "I want... I want you inside me," she admits, her voice low and filled with desperation.

His lips curl into a wicked smile, and he leans in to kiss her, this time more forcefully, claiming her mouth with a possessive fervor. His tongue invades her, exploring every inch, tasting her deeply. She moans into his mouth, her hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

Breaking the kiss, he moves his lips to her neck, nibbling and sucking, marking her as his. Aayara arches her back, pressing herself closer to him, seeking more of his touch.

Arjun's gaze locks onto her bare chest, his eyes darkening with hunger. He cups her breasts gently, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, causing them to pebble instantly. Aayara gasps, her body responding instinctively to his touch, her nipples hardening further under his ministrations.

"So responsive," he murmurs, his voice filled with undisguised pleasure. He lowers his head, his mouth closing around one nipple, suckling greedily. Aayara's fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as waves of pleasure radiate from her chest to the rest of her body.

Arjun straightens, his eyes roving over her once more, taking in the sight of her fully exposed to him. "Perfect," he breathes, his hands returning to her body, exploring every inch with a reverent touch. He kisses her again, this time softer, more tender, as if savoring the taste of her.

Arjun's eyes smolder as he takes in her plea, his expression darkening with a blend of lust and possession. His hands slide down her sides, tracing the curve of her hips before gripping her firmly. "Please what?" he growls, his voice low and demanding, a stark contrast to the softness of his earlier caresses.

Aayara's breath hitches, her body trembling under his touch. She can feel the heat radiating from him, the raw power he exudes making her pulse race. "Please... please, Arjun," she whispers, her voice barely audible, filled with both fear and desire.

He pulls her closer, their bodies flush against each other, leaving no space between them. His fingers dig into her flesh, not hard enough to hurt but enough to assert control. "Beg me," he commands, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her mind races, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. She feels trapped, yet there's something intoxicating about his dominance. "Please... I need you," she finally manages to say, her voice breaking with vulnerability.

His grip tightens momentarily before releasing, his hand moving to cup her face. He tilts her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Good girl," he murmurs, his thumb stroking her cheek. "Now, tell me what you want."

She hesitates, her eyes darting away from his intense stare. But his other hand on her hip keeps her rooted in place. "I want... I want you inside me," she admits, her voice low and filled with desperation.

His lips curl into a wicked smile, and he leans in to kiss her, this time more forcefully, claiming her mouth with a possessive fervor. His tongue invades her, exploring every inch, tasting her deeply. She moans into his mouth, her hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

Breaking the kiss, he moves his lips to her neck, nibbling and sucking, marking her as his. Aayara arches her back, pressing herself closer to him, seeking more of his touch. His hand travels down her body, skimming over her curves

He moved  back slightly, his eyes raking over her exposed form with a predatory gleam. "Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with admiration. His fingers reach out to brush against her soft breasts , teasingly slow. "Such an innocent thing, yet so eager," he comments, his tone a mix of amusement and satisfaction.

Aayara's cheeks flush, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm in her chest. She feels naked under his scrutinizing gaze, vulnerable yet exhilarated by his approval. "Arjun..." she starts, unsure of what to say, her mind clouded by desire.

He silences her with another searing kiss, this one even more passionate than the last. His hands roam freely now, one sliding up to cup her breast ,  while the other moves to her back, 

Arjun's gaze locks onto her bare chest, his eyes darkening with hunger. He cups her breasts gently, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, causing them to pebble instantly. Aayara gasps, her body responding instinctively to his touch, her nipples hardening further under his ministrations.

"So responsive," he murmurs, his voice filled with undisguised pleasure. He lowers his head, his mouth closing around one nipple, suckling greedily. Aayara's fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as waves of pleasure radiate from her chest to the rest of her body.

Arjun straightens, his eyes roving over her once more, taking in the sight of her fully exposed to him. "Perfect," he breathes, his hands returning to her body, exploring every inch with a reverent touch. He kisses her again, this time softer, more tender, as if savoring the taste of her.

Arjun kneels between her legs, his eyes meeting hers for a moment before he lowers his head, his tongue darting out to taste her. Aayara gasps, her hands flying to his hair as he begins to explore her with his mouth, his tongue lashing against her clit with expert precision.

Her breath comes in short, ragged pants, her body arching off the bed in response to his ministrations. "Arjun... please..." she begs, her voice hoarse with need.

He looks up at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "What do you want, Aayara?" he asks, his voice dripping with anticipation.

She bites her lip, her mind struggling to form the words. "I want... I want you inside me," she finally manages, her voice pleading.

He stands, removing his own clothes swiftly, revealing his hardened length. Aayara watches, her breath catching at the sight of him. He positions himself between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her open for him.

"Not so soon.  he smirks , his voice low and gravelly. As he moved towards her face .

She was caught off guard . her eyes wide with anticipation. "What ! " she whisper yelled in confusion and irritation.

He was teasing her ... And she was irritated! .