Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

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****AUTHOR'S POV****

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His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin.

"You can't stay away from me, Aya," he murmured, his voice softening. "You never could."

The nickname sent a jolt through her, a reminder of a time when they were different, when they were happy. She closed her eyes, fighting the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. But it was too late. The dam had broken, and all the feelings she had buried deep inside were flooding to the surface.

When she opened her eyes again, she was met with his intense gaze, filled with something she couldn't quite place. Desire, yes, but there was more. Something raw, vulnerable. It was a look she hadn't seen in years, one that made her heart ache.

Without thinking, she lifted her hand to mirror his touch, her fingers trembling as they traced the outline of his jaw. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. When they reopened, they were darker, hotter, filled with a hunger that matched her own.

"It's been too long," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "Too damn long."

Before she could respond, he dipped his head, his lips pressing against hers in a searing kiss. The first touch was tentative, almost cautious, as if he was testing the waters, unsure of her reaction. But when she melted into him, her arms slipping around his neck, the kiss deepened, turning urgent, desperate.

His tongue swept into her mouth, exploring, claiming, as if he needed to reacquaint himself with every inch of her. She moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by their joined lips. Her hands roamed over his back, sliding under his shirt to feel the heat of his skin.

Arjun growled low in his throat, the vibration sending shivers down her spine. He pulled away slightly, breaking the kiss but keeping her close, his forehead resting against hers. "God, Aya, you have no idea how much I've missed this from days ."

he kissed her again, this time more forcefully, his hands gripping her hips as he backed her against the nearest wall. The impact jolted her, but she barely noticed, too consumed by the sensations swirling within her.

He pressed his body against hers, the hard length of his erection pressing against her stomach. She gasped, her core clenching in response. He used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue dueling with hers, stoking the fire between them.

Her hands moved instinctively, reaching down to undo his belt, her fingers fumbling in her haste. He groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking forward as if seeking friction. She managed to get his belt undone, his zipper coming down next, and then she was pushing his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he looked down at her. "Fuck, Aya, you're killing me , i can't belive you are doing something ."

She didn't respond, too focused on the task at hand. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling the familiar hardness, the heat. He shuddered, his entire body tensing as she began to stroke him, her grip tight, her motions slow and deliberate.

"More," he demanded, his voice hoarse. "Harder."

She complied, increasing the speed and pressure of her strokes, her other hand still tangled in his hair. He groaned, his head falling back as he gave into the pleasure, his hips thrusting into her hand.

"God, yes," he panted, his eyes clenched shut. "That's it. Right there."

But she wasn't content to simply watch him lose control. She needed more, needed to feel him inside her, to erase the years of separation with one final act of surrender.

She released him, stepping back just enough to kick off her shoes. Then, with a wicked smile, she dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. He watched her, wide-eyed, as she pushed the fabric off his shoulders, exposing his chest to the cool air.

She leaned in, her lips ghosting over his nipple, tasting the salt of his skin. He hissed, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders, gripping tightly. She laved the tip with her tongue, circling around it before taking it between her teeth, biting gently.

He groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Aya, please..."

She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Please, what?"

His voice was strained, his control fraying. "Fuck me. Now."