Unexpectedly Perfect

49. Sleepover

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"So you like teasing me huh?" Ivaan asked her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, his fingers sending shivers down her spine as they delicately traced the side of her neck, his touch firm yet gentle as his hand rested securely on her waist, creating an electrifying sensation that made her heart race.

"Answer me Adhira," he whispered in her ear, a shiver running down her spine as his warm breath tickled her skin. Goosebumps erupted all over her body when she felt his teeth lightly nibble on her earlobe, sending a jolt of electricity through her.

She tightly fisted his shirt in her palm, the sensation fueling a surge of courage within her as she hesitantly mumbled, "Yes, I like it." The reaction was immediate; she felt his hold on her waist tighten, pulling her irresistibly closer to him. Through gritted teeth, he murmured, "Fuck, I like it when you are truthful to me, Adhira."

Heart pounding in her chest, Adhira gasped softly as she felt his lips placing delicate butterfly kisses along her neck, sending a wave of tingling sensations coursing through her body. "Iv-Ivaan, I'm supposed to be angry with you," she managed to stutter out, the tremor in her voice betraying the conflicting emotions swirling within her. He responded by rubbing his nose against her neck, acknowledging her words with a faint, "Mhm, I know, Adhira."

The deep huskiness of his tone resonated through her, causing her knees to weaken as a sense of vulnerability enveloped her. Slowly, almost instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in the closeness and the unspoken intimacy that enveloped them in that moment.

Tilting her head to the side, she exposed her neck to him invitingly, her breath hitched as she whispered almost inaudibly, "But I can't stay mad at you, Ivaan, Fuck," the mixture of exasperation and desire evident in her voice.

Responding to her words, he clenched his jaw in a display of unspoken intensity, wasting no time before planting a series of eager, wet kisses on her exposed skin.

"Oh, Ivaan," she moaned softly, relishing the sensations coursing through her as she closed her eyes in bliss, her fingers tangling in his thick, lustrous black locks.

The sound of her pleasure-filled moans saying his name caused a primitive growl to escape his throat as he nipped at her neck with fervor, a mix between passion and possession evident in his actions.

"Ivaan, oh," she moaned again, her grasp on his hair tightening as he continued to leave his mark on her delicate skin, intensifying the intensity of their intimate encounter.

After savoring the time spent on her neck, he delicately grasped her hair, eliciting a pleasurable arch in her back as she threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut with anticipation.