Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*TAKE ME . PLEASE*

***AUTHOR'S POV***

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Arjun’s breath was hot against Aayara’s neck as he trailed kisses down from her collarbone to the sensitive skin just above her breasts. She shuddered, her body arching involuntarily towards his mouth, seeking more of his touch. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting long shadows that danced across their entwined bodies. The air was thick with the scent of their mingled perspiration, a heady mix of musk and desire.

Aayara’s hands trembled as she gripped the sheets beneath her, her nails digging into the fabric as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality. Arjun’s fingers were relentless, tracing intricate patterns on her skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His touch was both rough and tender, a paradox that left her breathless and desperate for more.

“Look at me,” Arjun commanded, his voice low and gruff. Aayara’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. There was something raw and intense in his eyes, an emotion she couldn’t quite place but felt deeply nonetheless. It made her heart race and her stomach flutter with a nervous excitement.

“Do you want this?” he asked, his hand sliding lower, pressing against her core . Aayara gasped, her hips bucking against his hand, begging for more without a single word spoken. “Answer me,” he demanded, his tone brooking no refusal.

Aayara was confused , the man who didn't have a fuck about her , is asking about her concent? .... Is that is positive change or her illusion once again ...

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. “Please, I need you.”

Arjun’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he watched her squirm beneath him. He could see the need written all over her face, the way her chest heaved with each ragged breath, the way her eyes glazed over with desire. He took pleasure in knowing that he had reduced her to this state, that she was utterly at his mercy.

Aayara’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, even though she knew he had seen every inch of her before. But there was something different about being fully exposed like this, vulnerable and open for him to take whatever he wanted.

“Spread your legs for me,” Arjun ordered, his voice a low growl. Aayara hesitated for only a moment before complying, her thighs parting reluctantly as if they too were aware of the power he held over her.

Arjun’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, slick and ready for him. He reached out with one hand, his fingertips brushing lightly against her clit, making her gasp and shudder. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Tell me, what do you want me to do to you?”

Aayara bit her lip, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to be brave, to take control and demand what she needed, but the words wouldn’t come. All she could manage was a soft, broken plea. “Please… just please…”

Arjun’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring every inch of it with a possessive hunger that left her breathless. His hands moved with purpose, one hand continuing to tease her clit while the other delved between her folds, finding her entrance and slipping inside.

Aayara cried out into his mouth, the sensation so overwhelming that she could barely think straight. Arjun’s fingers were relentless, moving in and out of her with a steady rhythm that had her writhing beneath him. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, culminating in a climax that was fast approaching.

“Fuck, no more teasing ! ” Arjun groaned against her lips, his own arousal evident in the way his body tensed and strained above hers. He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, positioning himself at her entrance before thrusting inside with one savage movement.

Aayara’s back arched off the bed as he filled her, the feeling of being stretched around him both uncomfortable and exhilarating. He paused, allowing her to adjust to his size, his eyes locked onto hers as if daring her to ask him to stop. But there was no part of her that wanted him to slow down or pull away. She was his, completely and utterly, and she needed him to take her hard and deep.

“Move,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “Take me. Please.”

Arjun’s eyes flashed with satisfaction as he began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one hitting all the right spots inside her. Aayara clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she matched his rhythm, meeting each thrust with her own movements. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, a primal rhythm that echoed the intensity of their passion.

The sensations were overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to drag her under. Aayara could feel her orgasm building, cresting closer and closer with each powerful thrust of Arjun’s hips. Her body trembled, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as she struggled to hold on just a little longer.

“Come for me,” Arjun growled, his voice dripping with authority. “Let go, Aayara. Show me how much you want this.”

Those words were enough to push her over the edge. With a cry of pure ecstasy, Aayara’s body convulsed as she came, waves of pleasure crashing over her as Arjun continued to thrust into her, riding out her orgasm until the very last second.

But he wasn’t done. As Aayara’s climax subsided, Arjun’s pace increased, his strokes becoming faster and harder, driving them both towards the edge once more. Aayara could feel her walls tightening around him, her body already preparing for another release. But Arjun had other plans.

With a final, brutal thrust, he pulled out, leaving her empty and unsatisfied. Aayara whimpered in protest, her body still throbbing with need. “Please, don’t stop…” she begged, reaching for him.

Arjun smirked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Not yet, my sweet. We’re not finished here.”

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