Samaira Kapoor x Aditya Malhotra
From fierce rivals in the classroom to inseparable partners in love.
Two smart , well -read and insightful law students, solving a crime with focus of suspicion on each other .
But neither of them knows what will h...
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I was on the verge of ripping apart her dress and my own sense of self-respect.
My hands were out of my control, trembling with a mix of desire and uncertainty as I hovered just inches away from her.
The air between us crackled with tension, thick and electric, and her soft hissing-an involuntary sound of frustration or longing-blurred my vision.
I kissed her jaw, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my lips, and traced the outline of her lips with my fingertips, savoring the softness.
As I moved to her neck, the intoxicating scent of her cologne enveloped me, sending my senses into overdrive.
It was a heady mix of sweetness and something undeniably alluring, and I couldn't get enough.
She wanted me to kiss her on the lips, to close the distance that felt electric between us, but I wanted more.
I wanted her to ask for it, to beg for it.
I wanted to feel the weight of her desire, to know that she was just as consumed by this moment as I was.
I kissed her for the fifth time, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, a playful smirk on my lips.
"I hate you for making me want to kiss you like this,"
I teased, my voice low and filled with mock frustration.
The way her cheeks flushed and her breath quickened only fueled my desire further.
But I wasn't done yet.
I leaned in again, for the twenty-fifth time, my mouth moving against her skin with a fervor that felt almost primal.
"And this,"
I murmured against her neck, "is for driving me crazy." I could feel her pulse racing beneath my lips, the heat radiating from her body igniting a fire within me.
I continued my exploration, kissing her earlobe, trailing my lips down to her collarbone, savoring every inch of her.
"Forty-sixth kiss," I whispered, my breath warm against her skin, "for making me lose control."
I could see the way she was responding, her body arching toward me, craving more.
But before I could kiss her for the fiftieth time, I stopped, pulling back slightly to catch my breath.
