Fond of you

•HUNDRED AND SIX•

(didn't plant to start like this but I'm here to serve....)
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His lips had captured hers in a deep, desperate kiss, one hand tangling in her hair while the other slipped around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

The room felt charged, every second heightened.

Zoya’s fingers found their way up to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as she kissed him back with equal fervor, her own restraint slipping away.

He groaned softly as she pulled him even closer, her nails pressing into his skin as his mouth left a trail of soft, needy kisses down her jaw and along her neck.

“Aditya…” she whispered, her voice a mix of a sigh and a plea, her hands sliding down to his chest, feeling the warmth radiating through his skin. Her words were barely coherent as his lips found that sensitive spot just below her ear, leaving her breathless.

“You’re not getting away from me.. ” he murmured, his voice thick and possessive, his hands tracing down her sides before resting firmly on her hips.

His was entirely captivated, utterly wrapped.

Aditya's fingers traced lightly over her shoulder, his gaze filled with mischief and an undeniable heat as he looked at her with that familiar smirk.

“Jaan,” he murmured, his tone low and teasing, “I’ve told you before… why do you even bother with this when we’re alone?” His finger played with the thin strap of her bra, sliding it gently down her shoulder, his eyes fixed on her in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

Zoya shot him a playful glare, swatting his hand away but unable to suppress her smile.

“That is none of your business,” she retorted, though the blush in her cheeks gave away the way he was affecting her.

“Oh, I think it is very much my business.” His smirk deepened as he leaned in, his lips brushing her bare shoulder in a slow, heated kiss.... “And I’m happy to prove it, if you want.”

His fingers traced along her collarbone, lingering just enough to make her heart race.

She let out a soft breath, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation but unable to keep from smiling.

"Tum...tum na..."

Pulling her closer. “And just so we’re clear… I’m more than happy to help you feel… comfortable,” he murmured, his voice a deep, tempting drawl as his fingers slowly slid the strap off her other shoulder.

Aditya’s lips pressed against her shoulder in a slow, heated kiss, his mouth trailing warmth and lingering as he tasted her skin.

He moved with purpose, his kisses growing deeper, more insistent, his hands gently running along her back until they found the clasp of her bra.

His fingers worked skillfully, and with a soft tug, he unhooked it, his smirk widening as he felt her breath catch.

“Come here,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with need as he guided her towards the bed.

He made her sit, his eyes holding hers with that magnetic intensity, and he climbed on top of her, leaning in so close she could feel his heartbeat mirroring hers.

As he looked down at her, his smirk softened into something more vulnerable.

“Damn,” he whispered, his thumb brushing tenderly along her cheek. “I love you… so much."

Aditya’s fingers moved with a gentle, practiced touch, and before Zoya realized her soft pink and white camisole slipping down her shoulders.

He pressed slowly, lingering kisses along her collarbone, each one leaving a trail of warmth that made her heart race.