His Uncommitted Sin

Vega, Deneb and Us

18+

Adult Content Ahead

Kanvi's POV:

Vihaan pulled me up, settling me onto his lap, my legs straddling him as his warmth wrapped around me like a second skin. My breath hitched when I felt him, hard, heavy, pressing against me even through the last remaining layers of fabric between us. A shiver ran down my spine, excitement and trepidation twisting in my belly.

He noticed.

His hands, warm and steady, smoothed over my back, grounding me. "It's okay," he murmured, voice deep, reassuring. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear and pressed a kiss to my shoulder, the tenderness making my heart stutter.

I leaned into him instinctively, my fingers tracing the muscles of his bare shoulders. "Vihaan..."

His lips lingered against my skin. "You're scared," he whispered, his breath warm against my collarbone.

I swallowed, not wanting to admit it.

"This is my first time too."

My eyes snapped to his, my chest tightening. "You...?"

He nodded, his gaze holding mine, unguarded and real. "I've never wanted anyone like this before," he confessed, his voice husky, laced with something deeper than just desire. "And now that I have you, Kanvi, I don't want to rush anything. I just want to feel you."

My lips parted, my heart aching at his words.

He reached for my hand, pressing my palm against his chest, right where his heart thundered beneath my touch. "See?" he murmured. "You're not the only one nervous."

I exhaled shakily, letting the moment settle between us.

His fingers trailed over my spine, slow and reverent, then dipped lower, tracing patterns against my bare skin. "It's not my fault that I'm addicted to you," he murmured, pressing another kiss to my shoulder.

I chuckled softly, the sound barely above a whisper. "Addicted?"

He smiled, his lips curving against my skin. "Completely."

I melted at his words, my hands slipping around his neck. "You marked me," I accused playfully, tilting my head to the side, showing him the faint hickeys along my inner thighs.

His smirk deepened, his fingers lazily tracing over them. "Sexy," he muttered, his voice raspier now. "Couldn't help myself."

I bit my lip, warmth spreading through me. He was impossible.

Vihaan's hands found my hair again, threading through the strands, his movements slow, rhythmic, like he enjoyed the feel of it against his fingers. His obsession with my hair was something I had come to adore, the way he always absentmindedly played with it.

And then, out of nowhere, I captured his lips in a kiss.

Soft. Sweet. Unrushed.

Vihaan exhaled through his nose, smiling into the kiss as if he had been waiting for me to do that. His arms tightened around my waist, holding me closer, but he let me take the lead.

I poured everything into that kiss, the nervous excitement, the overwhelming emotions, the trust I had in him. My fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently, and he groaned low in his throat, his grip on me tightening.

And then he did something that sent a thrill down my spine.

His hand slipped down, guiding mine between us, resting my palm against his hardness.