CRAVING FOR HER / 18+
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She is blind!!!
he has eternal power!!!
she is from south !
he is from north !
A trembling voice uttered, "Rakshas... leave me..."
"What?!" Rakshas......do you know how the rakshas look like" I asked roughly by grabbing her wrist in my other hand...now her breathing is touching my lips and nose.. Her divine fragrance lingers on me.
"No," she whispered, almost like a question in itself.
"What is this 'no' for?" I asked, my tone sharp, each word carrying a weight of authority.
"I don't know how a Rakshas looks like... I've only heard about them," she said, her voice soft, but there was something in her tone that made it clear-she wasn't just fearful; she was curious.
"Do you want to know how they look?" I asked, my words laced with a dark smirk, one that twisted my lips into something far more sinister.
And she nodded yes..
"Then touch me" I commanded
Her breath hitched.
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