𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

{28}•ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢꜱ•

BONDITA

The moment his lips met mine, it was as if the world around me stopped. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breath caught in my throat. He kissed me gently at first, testing the waters, but then his lips pressed harder, with more urgency. It was as if he was claiming me, marking me as his own. And I—God, I couldn’t resist. Every part of me was drawn to him.

His kiss tasted like fire and passion, a mix of something fierce and intoxicating, but also soft and tender. I could taste the lingering sweetness of him, the depth of his feelings, and it overwhelmed me. His mouth was commanding, yet there was a tenderness in how he held me, how his fingers cupped my face so delicately, as though I were something precious, something fragile. His hands moved to my back, pulling me closer, as if he wanted to keep me there forever, to never let me go.

I could feel the heat radiating between us, my body responding to him in ways I hadn’t anticipated. His touch, his kiss—it made my pulse quicken, my skin burn with a desire I couldn’t understand but didn’t want to fight. I wanted more. I needed more.

I wanted to be close to him, to lose myself in him completely. My hands moved up to his chest, my fingers brushing the hard muscles, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my touch. I could feel the heat in my core, a longing that burned too intensely to ignore. My body was so aware of him, of the way he held me, the way his lips moved against mine, and I wanted to respond to him, to give myself to him without hesitation. I wanted him to feel how much I needed him.

I could feel my body reacting to him in ways I couldn’t control. The heat between us was unbearable, and I ached for him. My thighs pressed together, my body yearning for a touch, any touch, to relieve the pressure that built inside me. I needed him. I needed to feel him, to be touched, to be consumed by this connection we had.

His hands, which had been so gentle, now moved with more intensity, exploring me, knowing me in ways I didn’t even know myself. My breath hitched as he touched me, his hands sliding lower, igniting every nerve in my body. It was too much, and yet I wanted more. My body begged for it. I felt like I was losing myself in him, in the warmth of his embrace, in the taste of his kiss.

I was losing myself in him, my mind a blur, only the heat and the feeling of him consuming me. But just as quickly as it began, he pulled back, his lips leaving mine, and I felt the sudden emptiness. My body was still burning, craving more of him, but he stepped away, his expression hard and unreadable.

My eyes met his, but his face showed nothing. The intensity that had just been between us seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving me with a cold sense of confusion. My lips were still tingling, aching for him, but his posture had stiffened. I couldn’t understand it.

"Fuck... fuck... I shouldn't have done this..." His words came out in a low growl, but there was something about his tone that felt distant, like he was reprimanding himself. He wasn’t looking at me; his eyes were averted, his jaw clenched tightly.

I pushed him, shoving my hands against his chest, anger bubbling inside me. "Oh, so you regret it, huh?" I shot back, my voice harsh, my chest rising and falling with the force of my breath.

Anirudh didn't answer right away, his eyes still avoiding mine. His face remained a stone wall, as cold and unreadable as ever. He shook his head slightly, his voice gruff as he muttered, "That's not what I meant... I shouldn't have kissed you without asking you."

I raised my eyebrows in disbelief, my anger rising. I felt my chest tighten, my fingers digging into his chest as I pushed him again. "Really?" I sneered, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "So this kiss doesn’t mean anything to you, huh?"