𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
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Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounde...
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(Slightly nature content )
"And I'm always here," I whispered against her ear, grunting after that one sinful thrust.
She roamed her hands through my hair, desperate for another touch. I removed my hands from her waist, grabbing hard onto the rock, my eyes tightly shut, jaw clenched.
"P-please E-Ekaksh," she murmured again, looking at me, but her lids kept on getting heavy , her cleavage rising and falling in shallow breaths, showing up just enough to make me tighten my grip on the rock.
And fuck - my name from her mouth like a moan felt like a divine yet sinful whisper, the kind that sets blood on fire and makes demons in your mind want to come alive. It made me want to practice every goddamn fantasy I’ve ever imagined with her.
"Kiss me," she said, eyes flickering down to my lips. She started leaning in, and just before she could reach, I grabbed her throat- tightly, yet lightly – and pulled her face closer.
"I’ll. But tomorrow, in your senses. So don’t you dare resist tomorrow, darling," I said, lifting her up into my arms and She quickly wrapped her hands around my neck, whining.
"Y-you... how can you s-stop? You're so bad," she whined, biting my neck hard making my grip on her tighten at the touch of her lip on my neck aand blood rose in my cock making me grown
The way she's making me feel today, the way she's pushing every edge I have, testing every damn limit... fuck, I don’t know what I might do to her.
"I told you... you, every–everything about me, but you – you didn’t tell me anything about yourself," she said, her voice a soft, drunken blur of emotion and desire.
"What do you want to know?" I asked.
"Ummmmm... ummm... y-your birthday, maybe?" she said.
"Today," I replied, walking down the bridge. She gasped, pulling herself closer into me, her gaze lifting to mine.
"H...happy wala birthday, akdu aadmi."
(Happy birthday, egoistic man.)
She said it with a sleepy giggle, wrapping her arms even tighter around me – and maybe, for the first time ever, a birthday wish sounded this fucking heavenly that I couldn’t help but smile.
"How old have you become today?" she asked, her fingers playing with the buttons on my chest.
