#2 in The Shaktawat Sisters | Completed
Avantika Kanwar Shaktawat x Garv Singh Chauhan
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He falls for her when his best friend mentions her name during his final year of college life. He was unaware how she looks and how she speaks until he met...
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I was tied up by my wife.
I rolled my eyes watching her hovering on me, with no fabric covering her yet she looked so perfectly divine, like she was created just for me.
I could easily get rid of the tie but I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay under her dominating control.
“What are you planning to do?” I asked, settling the tied hands on the dip that marked the end of her back.
“Wait and watch,” she replied, her fingertips pressing softly on my chest as if she were playing a slow and intimate melody on a piano.
Her lips left a trail of kisses along my jawline and dragged down to my neck. With her flicker eyes, she glanced at the caged hands of mine.
“I’m loving it,” I said, flipping us on the bed and she was under me, under my control. My hips gently rubbed against hers while my hands sandwiched between the bedsheet and her presence.
“Aren’t you shameless?” I questioned, my lips brushing against her chin.
“Only for you.” A playful smile tugged at her lips.
Pushing me away, she freed herself from my embrace and motioned me to take a seat on a bed with her brisk gaze. I obliged immediately by my lady’s order.
With a firm yet gentle grip on my shoulders, she settled on me and her fleshy legs locked around my waist. My hand restricted my lips from spilling any word under her intoxicating influence.
Her soul was a missing piece. I had wandered around the world for years without her until I met her, and that’s how I learned that she was the one who completed me, making me her beautiful picture to look upon every time.
With a brief distance between our lips, her black eyes bore into my raw soul. Her hand cupped my neck, making our lips meet. With a force, I untangled the tie and grabbed hold of her hips. Her finger tattooed an invisible name of hers on my chest.
“You belong to me. No one can take you apart from me.” She spoke, breaking the kiss and reconciling again.
“Call my name, Jaan-e-mann,” our lips reconciled in the most beautiful kiss we ever had, excluding our first kiss.
“Avantika,” I moaned as she discovered my mouth with her tongue, swirling, teasing, and dominating but I didn’t fight to take over because a king is nothing without his queen in the game of chess, I was nothing without her. Everything I owned was because of her way of inspiring me in the best possible way.
