Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

***A BEAUTIFUL MORNING***

***author's pov***

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NO MORE WALLS , NO MORE LIES NO     MORE COLD   HEARTS

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***WARNING ⚠️ ***

***DARK MATURE CONTENT AHEAD***

" No more lies, no more walls, and no more cold hearts," Arjun whispered, his lips brushing against Aayara's heated skin as he peppered her face with soft, lingering kisses. His voice was a low murmur, a promise wrapped in the warmth of his breath that made her shiver despite the heat between them.

Aayara chuckled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath her touch. The bed was a mess of tangled sheets and discarded clothes, evidence of their passionate unraveling. She sat in his lap, her legs straddling him, their bodies close enough to share each other’s breath. The room was dim, the only light spilling in from the street outside, casting long shadows that danced across the walls.

Arjun's hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs grazing her jawline as he leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers for any trace of hesitation. There was none. Her laughter faded into a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering shut as his lips found hers again. It was a kiss born of desperation and longing, a desperate plea for connection after so many years of hiding behind masks and misunderstandings.

“No more lies, no more walls, and no more cold hearts,” he repeated, his voice steady, determined. His lips moved lower, trailing kisses along her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Aayara arched into him, her body responding instinctively to his touch. “Promise?” she whispered, her voice breathless, unsure.

Arjun lifted his head, his eyes locked onto hers, full of resolve. “I promise,” he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for doubt. And then he lowered his head again, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin.

Aayara gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging in as her body trembled with anticipation. She could feel the heat pooling low in her belly, the desire coiling tighter with each passing second. Her mind was a whirl of sensations, her heart pounding in her chest as she surrendered to the moment, to him.

Arjun’s hands slid down her sides, his touch gentle yet insistent, igniting sparks wherever he touched. He traced the curve of her waist, his fingers dipping lower, teasing the edge of her panties. Aayara’s breath hitched, her hips shifting involuntarily as she pressed closer, seeking more.

“Arjun,” she murmured, her voice a mix of need and uncertainty. “Please…”

He responded instantly, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric, delving into the wet heat between her thighs. Aayara cried out, her body arching off the bed as he found her clit, circling it with expert precision. His thumb pressed down, rubbing in slow, deliberate strokes that sent tremors of pleasure coursing through her.

Arjun's fingers delved deeper, exploring Aayara's wet heat as she moaned his name. The sound was a symphony of pleasure and surrender, a melody that wrapped around him, pulling him further into the moment. His thumb continued its relentless dance on her clit, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge.

Aayara's body writhed against his touch, her breath coming in short, gasping bursts. Her hands roamed his back, nails scraping along his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She was a whirlwind of desire, every inch of her begging for more, for completion.

"Arjun," she whimpered, her voice breaking with raw need. "I can't... I can't hold back."

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with passion, his own need mirrored in her gaze. "Then don't," he whispered, his voice a low, husky promise. "Let go, Aayara. Let me take you there."

Yes," she breathed, her voice a plea. "Please, Arjun. Now."

He didn't need to be told twice. With one smooth motion, he pushed inside her, filling her completely. They both groaned at the sensation, a perfect fit, a sealing of promises made and kept. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, his hands braced on either side of her head, his face inches from hers.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling with the force of her desire. "Don't stop," she managed to whisper, her voice barely above a breath.

He began to move then, slowly at first, allowing the connection to build, the friction to stoke the flames of their passion. Each thrust was deliberate, precise, driving them both closer to the precipice. Aayara's nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, anchoring him to her.

"Harder," she gasped, her voice a command. "I need... harder, Arjun."

He obliged, picking up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. Each movement was a collision of bodies, a meeting of souls, a dance of give and take. Aayara's cries grew louder, her body arching off the bed, her hips meeting his with equal fervor.

"Ah! Arjun! Yes!" she cried out, her voice breaking with the force of her climax. Her inner muscles clenched around him, pulsing with the electricity of her orgasm. He felt it like a shockwave, sending him over the edge as well. With a final, powerful thrust, he poured himself into her, his release matching hers, synchronized in their shared ecstasy.

They lay there for a moment, breaths mingling, hearts pounding in unison. Aayara's fingers traced lazy patterns on his back, her touch soft, almost reverent. Arjun kissed her forehead, his lips lingering, savoring the moment.

"That was..." Aayara started, her voice a croak.

"Incredible," Arjun finished for her, his tone filled with wonder. "You are incredible."

She smiled, a slow, sleepy smile that lit up her entire face. "We're incredible together," she corrected, her hand moving to cup his cheek. "No more lies, no more walls. Just us."

He nodded, his eyes searching hers, finding the truth in her words. "Just us," he repeated, his voice a vow.

They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside fading away. The bond between them had deepened, grown stronger, forged in the fires of their passion. And as they drifted off to sleep, limbs tangled, hearts open, they knew that this was just the beginning of a journey they would undertake together, hand in hand, heart to heart.