P.S Hotness alert!!... They never listen for a decent part😆😉 they want romance now and then so here you go.. and if its really too much to handle then vlame Arika of this story.. not me😅😆😆😉...
Typos.
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Walking back into him mansion felt like a breathe of fresh air for them. They were back in Mumbai after a relaxing stay at her native place. Karan was not at all ready to come here soon but she persuaded him more to come back.
As soon as his eyes raised up to their rooms, the flashes of that dreadful night bruised past him.
He closed his eyes and when he opened them she was holding his gaze clearly knowing his thoughts.
She went straight into his arms crushing her front to his. When he didn't respond she took his hands and lead them towards her bottom. She blushed with her own move but she'd do anything to snap him out.
He sighed as a response of coming back to his normal self. She peaked at him resting her chin on his chest and he leaned as in taking cue of her move. He brushed his lips on hers and she sighed at the way his breathe lingered with hers. Taking control of his lower lip she started nibbling it. He groaned in her mouth and kneaded her bottom which felt more smoother in her outfit.
Getting lost into the kiss his hand travelled up her hip and cupped her breast before giving it an urged squeeze. She withered within his passionate touches and let him handle her like he does perfectly.
He angled her neck by his other hand and took the lead of dominating the kiss. His tongue knocked on the door of her lips and when she gave him access, he barged in without greeting her. The matting of their lips was like they never met before, but in reality, he literally locked them inside the flights toilet!.
The place was so tiny for them to even take a turn but that's what went into his advantage as he caged her and kissed her raw. If he had the control of the plane he would have made love to her in the same place but the banging on the door made them come out of it. She was so flushed that she ran to her seat, but Karan Khanna gave a charming wink to the young girl standing out waiting for her turn and she sweetly kept their mad make out to herself.
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His eyes dropped as he rested his forehead on hers, the jet lag taking it toll.
"we can spare a nap" she suggested and he nodded immediately. She stretched her arms out for him with an innocent smile and he smiled back picking her in his arms. She giggled when he tickled her, hooking her around his waist. He kissed her lips softly but was cautious of the stairs. She had her hands snaked around his neck and started kissing around his face while he led them upstairs.
Laying her flat on the bed he got rid of his shirt and pant. Just in his boxers he looked tempting. She held the bulk frame of her man, so masculine yet so cuddly, she bit her lip supressing her blush.
Getting up from her lying position, she took her top the same way like a t shirt.
His eyes shone with the way her torso unfolded for him. The bulge of her chest was what lured him and he pounced on her when she opened her arms lying back.
He took her lips in his possession and his hand shove inside her bra cupping her breast. She gasped with the feel of his warm palm on her skin. No warning nothing, he touched her raw. She gasped more when his finger and thumb made a rhythm on her nipple same as his tongue made with hers.
She arched her back up when she held her back searching for the bra strap.
Clicking it open he let those globes off from restrictions and free up in his palms.
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