❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.❞
In the blink of an eye, she became my obsession, a dazzling enchantress I couldn't resist. From that very moment, I swore to make her mine. Even if it meant faking m...
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Aary's Pov
The scent of melted chocolate and cinnamon filled the suite. I came back to the bed, sliding quietly near my Precious again.
I gently curled my hand to glue her to me. A lazy smile pulled up my lips, the ache of last night still humming through my bones. But the warmth beside me-her-kept me anchored. I didn't move. Didn't want to break the spell.
But then, she did.
Roop shifted with a soft sigh, rolling towards me in nothing but my tshirt-her legs bare, her hair a halo of beautiful disarray. "You're awake," she mumbled, voice raspy from sleep.
I nodded, brushing my fingers over her cheek. "Barely." I was too slippy. But, I had to wake up and arrange something for her.
Then her nose twitched.
Her eyes opened. "Is that... chocolate?"
I chuckled. "Mm-hmm. Churros and hot chocolate, like you whispered in your sleep last night."
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Her eyes flew open, and she sat up fast-adorably wide-eyed, hair tumbling over her shoulder like a damn goddess in a fairy tale.
"You actually remembered?"
"I remember everything you say when you're wrapped around me baby.,"
She rolled her eyes, cheeks pink, anyone could tell that she was melting.
I sat up and glanced over to the tray I had set beside the bed earlier. "Brought straight from the corner café. Still warm."
And then-fuck me-she lit up like it was Diwali morning.
We couldn't wait more. We quickly brushed our teeth and sat cross-legged on the bed, eating churros dusted with sugar, dipping them into thick, rich chocolate that clung to our fingers and lips. Her moans of satisfaction with each bite nearly drove me insane.
"Why is this so good?" she whispered between mouthfuls, licking chocolate off her fingers.
I stared at her like a madman. "Baby, I'm going to need you to stop doing that or I'll forget breakfast ever existed."
