Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*made you tired *

***author's pov***

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***WARNING ⚠️***

***MATURE CONTENT AHEAD***

Arjun's hands moved from Ayara's waist to her hips, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. The heat between them was palpable, a living thing that seemed to fill the room, making the air thick and heavy. Ayara could feel the hard planes of his body through the thin fabric of her dress, and she shivered again, this time not from cold but from anticipation.

"You always did love to be in control," Ayara said, her voice barely above a whisper, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. Her fingers traced lazy circles on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath her touch.

Arjun chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "And you always loved letting me," he replied, his breath warm against her skin. He tilted her chin up with one finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. Their eyes locked, and there was something in the way he looked at her—something raw and unfiltered—that made her stomach flip.

Without breaking eye contact, Arjun dipped his head, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and possessive. Ayara melted into him, her arms winding around his neck as she opened her mouth to him. His tongue slid inside, exploring, claiming, and she met his urgency with her own hunger. They kissed like they were trying to devour each other, like they were desperate to make up for lost time.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily. Ayara could feel the steady rise and fall of Arjun's chest against hers, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. It was familiar, comforting, yet charged with something wild and untamed.

Arjun gently lowered Ayara onto the bed, his hands lingering on her hips for a moment before he straightened up. She watched him with hooded eyes as he began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate. There was something almost ceremonial about it, like he was savoring every second.

Ayara mirrored his actions, slipping out of her own dress until she was left in nothing but a delicate lace bra and matching panties. She lay back on the bed, watching him through half-lidded eyes as he finished undressing, revealing the powerful, athletic form she remembered so well. His body was a work of art, every muscle defined and honed, and she felt a surge of desire rush through her as he climbed onto the bed beside her.

"Touch me," Arjun demanded, his voice rough with need. Ayara complied without hesitation, her hands running over his chest, down his abs, and lower still. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the tightness in his abdomen as her fingers explored him. He was hard, ready, and when her hand wrapped around him, he let out a low groan, closing his eyes for a moment as he savored the sensation.

"God, I missed this," he breathed, his hand moving to cup her breast, thumbing her nipple through the fabric of her bra. Ayara moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily as he continued to stroke her, the friction building between her legs.

"Take it off," Arjun commanded, his voice urgent now. Ayara obeyed, sitting up just long enough to unhook her bra and toss it aside. Her breasts spilled free, and Arjun's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of them. He leaned in, latching onto her nipple with his mouth, sucking hard as his hand moved to the waistband of her panties.

A sharp shock of pleasure shot through Ayara as his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, and she arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, teasing it, tormenting it, and she couldn't hold back a high, keening cry.

"Please," she begged, her voice trembling. "I need you."

Arjun pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with intensity as he gazed down at her. "Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice tight with restraint.

Ayara hesitated for only a moment before she whispered, "I want you inside me."

His nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath, his control visibly straining. With one swift motion, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and yanked them down, tossing them aside. Then he positioned himself between her legs, his hardness pressing against her entrance, and she whimpered, lifting her hips to meet him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gruff.

"Yes," Ayara panted, her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders. "Please, Arjun. Now."

With a low growl, he surged forward, burying himself inside her in one smooth motion. They both cried out at the sensation, the tightness, the heat, the completeness of it. Ayara's nails bit into his skin as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, and Arjun groaned, his head falling forward to rest on her shoulder.

"Fuck, Aya," he gasped, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more frantic. "You feel so goddamn good."

Ayara could feel herself teetering on the edge already, the pleasure building rapidly inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in place as she ground her hips against his, seeking that perfect angle. Arjun responded by gripping her thighs, using them to leverage deeper, harder thrusts.

"Look at me," he demanded, lifting his head to meet her gaze once more. Ayara obeyed, staring into his eyes as he pounded into her, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She could see the same desperation in his eyes that she felt in her own heart, the same fierce need to claim, to possess.

"Arjun," she moaned, her voice breaking as she reached her peak. "I'm close."

He growled, a primal sound that vibrated through his chest and into her, and he thrust into her even harder, faster. "Come for me," he ordered, his voice hoarse. "Now."

That was all it took. Ayara's vision blurred, her entire body tightening as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. She screamed his name, her nails digging into his back as she came, pulsing around him as pleasure consumed her.

Arjun followed right behind her, his thrusts stuttering as he too reached his climax. He roared, his whole body tensing as he spilled himself deep inside her, his release driving him over the edge. For a moment, they were frozen like that, joined together, their breaths mingling as they struggled to catch their breath.

Finally, Arjun collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, but she didn't mind. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they rode out the last waves of their shared orgasm. His heartbeat was fast and erratic against her chest, and she could feel the rhythmic pulse of his cock still throbbing inside her.

"Arjun," she whispered again, her voice soft, almost reverent. "Office ."

He lifted his head, looking down at her with an expression she couldn't quite read " right office " he admitted, his voice barely audible. " Rest , i made you tired in morning too "