Dhaagey: The Ties that Bind Us [Tere Bin FF]

64. our world

Author's Note: Hellllooooo! Sorry for the delay, I present to you the next chapter. The wonderful AI images in the headers are a courtesy of the mega-talented (and cutest) writerniks/vxrglow.

Also, just a reminder that this chapter picks up right after the last one ends (because I had to split up the 45 page mega-chapter last time, hehe). See you on the other side!

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For a moment, Murtasim wasn't sure how much time had passed.

An hour...a minute...a single breath?

All he knew was that he was still catching his breath when Meerab moved again.

A shift of her thigh.

A drag of her palm over his chest.

A little sound from her throat.

He opened his eyes, voice hoarse. "What are you doing, meri jaan?"

But she was already climbing over him. Straddling him.

He immediately steadied her, hands at her waist as she swung her leg over his hips. Her thighs bracketed him with a confidence that made him groan, his cock twitching against his stomach despite being softening.

She leaned down, hair falling around his face like a curtain, and kissed him. Devoured him, if he were to be more accurate.

Her mouth crashed onto his, mouth open, tongue greedy, kissing him deep and messy. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth like she wanted to bruise it, biting gently before plunging her tongue against his again. She kissed him like she hadn't been screaming minutes ago. Like she hadn't shattered twice, like she hadn't just screamed into a pillow, like she needed more.

He moaned into her mouth, hands gripping her hips hard.

She sat up, dragging her mouth off his in a slick, breathless glide, his lips tingling, his cock half-hard, pulsing.

Her hand wrapped around it instantly.

His breath hitched. "Meerab...what are you doing..."

"I want it inside me," she said simply.

And before he could respond, she sank down.

His semi-hard cock slid into her like it belonged there, like her body had been molded around him.

She was soaked, still dripping, still loose and pulsing from her orgasm, so he filled her effortlessly, the wet glide so obscene he groaned out loud.

She let out a little satisfied hum as she sank all the way down, taking him to the hilt, settling her hips firmly against his, their bodies flush, connected again.

"Fuck..." he breathed, head falling back. "You're going to kill me one of these days."

She giggled, a sweet yet wicked sound, and then gasped when he sat up, because it made his cock move inside her, deeper, nudging a spot that made her thighs tremble.

He pulled her into his chest as he leaned against the headboard, kissing her again, slower this time, his hands sliding down her back, over her hips.

"So," he murmured against her mouth, feeling every soft pulse of her walls around his cock, "what are we doing now?"

She looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes, still glazed from orgasm, still needy. "Just... sitting here like this."

He huffed a breath. "Meri jaan, I don't know if sitting is going to be enough."