Kiara Mehta never expected her final year at university to turn into a whirlwind of temptation and desire. When the dangerously charming Agastya Agarwal steps in as an intern professor, he becomes the center of every whispered conversation and stole...
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The room felt too small. Or maybe it was just the weight of what they were about to do, the tension that had been building between them, now set to explode.
Kiara’s back hit the couch, her body pinned beneath Agastya’s as his lips traced down her jaw, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
She felt everything. The roughness of his fingers against her skin. The unsteady rise and fall of his chest. The way he held her like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go.
Like he was losing control.
And she loved it.
“Agastya…” she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He groaned at the sound of his name on her lips, his grip tightening on her waist. His control was slipping, she could feel it in the way his hands roamed, in the way his breath hitched against her skin.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured against her collarbone, his voice rough, strained.
Kiara shivered, arching into him as he pressed kisses down her throat, his hands slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt.
This was reckless.
Forbidden.
But neither of them wanted to stop.
She reached for his shirt, fingers brushing against the warm skin beneath, feeling the hard lines of muscle that tensed under her touch. She wanted more.
She needed more.
As if reading her mind, Agastya sat up, pulling his shirt over his head in one swift motion. Kiara’s breath hitched. She had seen him like this before, in passing glimpses, but never like this.
Never this close.
Never for her.
Her fingers traced along his skin, her touch featherlight, exploring, memorizing every inch of him. He inhaled sharply, his head dipping back down to claim her lips once more.
The kiss turned desperate, hands moving, bodies pressing closer until clothes became an inconvenience, until reason had no place between them.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasped, his forehead resting against hers, his breath uneven. “Tell me before it’s too late.”
But it already was.
Kiara met his gaze, dark and burning with something dangerous, something addictive.
“I won’t.”
That was all it took.
Control shattered.
Restraint burned to ashes.
And as Agastya claimed her again, there was no professor and student. No rules. No consequences.
Just them.
Just this.
A sin neither of them could resist.
______________________ To be continued.....
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