Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*IS HE MELTING? *

***author's pov***

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Arjun’s eyes darkened with desire as he gazed down at Aayara, her body glistening with sweat and her chest heaving from the exertion. He could feel the heat radiating off her, a primal need that matched his own. His fingers traced the curve of her hip, sending shivers down her spine.

“You look like a bhootni ”  a smile broke her lips as he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, possessive and demanding, while his hand slid lower, cupping her ass and squeezing gently. Aayara moaned into his mouth, her legs trembling as she struggled to stay upright.

“Look at you,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “So perfect, so mine.”

he began to move, withdrawing almost entirely before thrusting back in with breathtaking force. Aayara cried out, her body arching off the bed as the impact reverberated through her. He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against hers, each thrust driving deeper and deeper.

Aayara’s senses were overwhelmed, every nerve ending alight with sensation. She could feel the slick friction of their bodies, the heat of his skin against hers, the way his muscles bunched and flexed with each movement. The sound of their mingled breaths, the rustle of the sheets, the occasional grunt of effort—it all blended together into a symphony of carnal delight.

Arjun’s hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, tracing the curves of her hips, gripping her thighs as he guided her movements. Every touch was electric, fueling the fire that burned within her. Aayara met his thrusts with increasing fervor, her hips rising to meet him, desperate to get as close as possible.

“That’s it,” Arjun growled, his voice rough with exertion. “Take everything I give you.”

His words spurred her on, pushing her past the point of reason. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in place as she ground against him, seeking that elusive peak. Her internal muscles clenched rhythmically around his shaft, milking him for every drop of pleasure she could wring from him.

Arjun’s thrusts grew erratic, his control slipping as he neared his own release. His grip on her tightened, fingers digging into her flesh as he gave in to the torrent of sensation. “Come with me,” he demanded, his voice cracking with strain. “Now, Aayara.”

The command was all it took. Aayara felt the dam break inside her, her orgasm cresting like a tidal wave. She screamed his name, her body convulsing as the waves of pleasure washed over her, mingling with his grunts of satisfaction.

Arjun followed her over the edge, pulsing deep inside her as he spilled himself, his vision blurring with the intensity of it. For a moment, there was nothing but the two of them, lost in the throes of mutual climax, their hearts beating as one.

As the haze began to clear, Arjun withdrew slowly, his softening cock slipping free with a languid slowness that made Aayara shiver. He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms and cradling her close. Aayara lay there, boneless and sated, her head resting on his chest as she listened to the steady thump of his heart.

“Arjun,” she murmured, her voice soft and content. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of doubt or regret. But all she saw was the same fierce possessiveness, the same burning desire that had driven him from the beginning.

“sleep ?” he replied in a tender which contained command, his hand stroking her hair tenderly.

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Arjun glanced at her sleeping form beside him, her face softened in peaceful slumber. A faint crease marred her forehead, where her wound lay hidden beneath the bandage. Quietly, he rose from the bed, careful not to disturb her, and went to retrieve the medical kit.

He returned to her side, his expression impassive yet his hands gentle as he carefully removed the old bandage. His fingertips grazed her skin softly as he inspected the wound, his attention unwavering. He took a fresh swab, cleaning the area with precision, then applied a new bandage with the utmost care, his focus entirely on her.

Despite his usual stoic demeanor, there was a tenderness in his actions as he ensured she was comfortable, smoothing a stray hair from her face before finally stepping back. For a moment, he lingered, looking at her with an intensity that betrayed the complicated tangle of emotions he so often kept hidden.

Arjun carefully examined her swollen ankle in his lap, his brows furrowing slightly as he noted the tenderness around the joint. Taking a small tube of ointment, he squeezed some onto his fingers and began to apply it gently, his hands warm against her skin.

With a steady, focused touch, he massaged the ointment into her ankle, making her moan unknowingly in her sleep , he chukleed as he countined his movements. his movements slow and precise to avoid causing her pain. She shifted slightly in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Arjun's expression softened as he continued, focused on soothing her discomfort, the gentleness in his touch a rare departure from his usual demeanor.

As he finished, he carefully wrapped her ankle to support it and then sat back, allowing his gaze to linger on her peaceful face, a slight flicker of something unspoken passing through his eyes.

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