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This chapter contains explicit sexual content, mature themes, and intimate scenes. It may include graphic language and descriptions that some readers may find uncomfortable. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Please proceed only if you are comfortable with adult material.
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As their foreheads touched, the moment deepened, their hearts speaking louder than words. Aryan leaned in, seeking her consent with his gaze. When she blinked softly in assurance, he captured her lips in a gentle kiss, pouring all his love into the moment.
Her hands gently stroked his hair as he trailed soft kisses down her neck. Each touch sent shivers through her, her breath hitching with the growing intensity of the moment. She tightened her grip on his hair, her emotions a mix of nervousness and desire.
He paused, looking into her eyes as if seeking permission. When she gave him a slight nod, he slowly undid the clasps of her blouse, letting it slip off her shoulders with a tender touch.
His gaze softened as he took in her beauty, a mix of love and admiration shining in his eyes.
"Tonight is ours," he whispered, pulling her close.
She buried her face in his chest, her heart racing as his hands moved with gentle precision, freeing her from the layers of her wedding attire. Left in the simplest of garments, she felt vulnerable yet cherished under his loving gaze.
He smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "I'm going to make this night unforgettable," he said, his voice low and filled with emotion.
As he shed his own clothing, leaving only the bare essentials, he leaned down, and attacked on her cheeries,succking and massaging them.
She arched slightly, her breath hitching as his hands caressed her p*ssy, his lips exploring her cheeries with devotion.
Soft moans escaped her as his lips continued their descent, leaving a trail of warmth and tenderness.
His hands found hers briefly, fingers intertwining before he moved lower, his gaze meeting hers with an intensity that made her heart race. She clutched the sheets, her body responding to every gentle touch.
"Don't tease, Aryan," she murmured, her voice breathless and filled with longing.
He paused for a moment, his gaze locking with hers, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he whispered,"tonight it's daddy for you not aryan wifey"he saidwanting to listen the word while looking at her all wet and impatient to get fucked.
Her breaths came in shallow gasps, and she finally whispered, "Please..." Her voice trembled, he smirked and asked "what please sweetheart"he asked while rubbing her clothed clit.
She breathed heavily, her cheeks flushed, her voice trembling as she whispered,
"pl-please f-fuck me d-daddy"as she completed her sentence,he tored her panty and slid his c*ck inside her as both of them moaned.
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Romance"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
