BOOK 1 OF THE UNEXPECTED SERIES
In a world where tradition clashes with modernity, Vaidehi is a modern-day princess bound by society's rigid expectations.
Saransh, a brooding prince with a shadowed past, one he's not keen to reveal. Despite his nobl...
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Saransh's tongue traced a slow, deliberate path along my neck, leaving a heated trail in its wake. His breath was fanning over my skin, making me shiver. Anticipation curled low in my stomach as his rough hands cupped my breasts, his fingers pressing, kneading, drawing out a gasp from my lips.
I arched into him, my body responding instinctively. My hands fisted the sheets as his palm splayed across my stomach. His fingers started moving in slow, teasing circles, just above where I ached for him most.
"Mhmm" a whimper slipped past my lips when his hand finally brushed over my clit.
"You like that?" His voice was a husky whisper against my throat, and it made my pulse stutter.
I could only nod, too lost in the way he touched me, the way he made me feel like I was unraveling beneath him. He pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of my neck before his teeth sank into my skin—not too hard, but just enough to send a jolt of pleasure straight through me.
"Ahh," I gasped, my eyes flying open.
It took me a few seconds to adjust to the light streaming through the curtains, my eyes blinking away the haze of sleep. As my senses slowly returned, so did the realisation—I was alone.
Saransh wasn't here. He wasn't hovering over me, making me feel the way he did last night.
Gosh.
A groan escaped my lips as I buried my face in my hands. I'm such an idiot.
Who told me it was a good idea to make him jealous first and then show up in lingerie like some seductress? I had been so overwhelmed, so lost in the fire between us, that I hadn't thought any of it through. And now? Now, I couldn't stop replaying every moment, every touch, every hungry glance.
My breath hitched as an image of him flashed in my mind—his dark, intense gaze locking with mine before he lowered his head, devouring me like I was his favorite meal.
Heat coiled deep in my stomach.
God. If I had known that last night with him would leave me aching, craving more, I would have never done it. Now, I was ruined.
I pushed back the covers and stood, only to feel the unmistakable evidence of my need—wetness slicking my inner thighs. My cheeks burned.
Why the hell am I having wet dreams about him now?
I stepped into the washroom and faced the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. If I had a clown emoji to slap over my own face right now, I would.
I had to remember. Remember what Saransh did to me.
