Dirty Sheets | 18+

ISHAN'S BEDROOM, MIDNIGHT

The air is heavy with desire. Rain taps softly against the windows, but inside, the heat between them crackles louder than any storm. Jiya's back hits the wall, his body pressing into hers, their breaths tangled.

Jiya (voice low, teasing):
"You always touch me like you own me."

Ishan (smirking, lips brushing her ear);
"That's because you let me. Every damn time."

Jiya (tilting her head, eyes dark with heat);
"Maybe I ilke the way your hands feel when I forget who I am."

Ishan (trailing his fingers down har thigh):
"Then let me make you forget everything... except me."

Jlya (biting her lip, breath catching):
"You already have."

lshan (lifting her effortlessly, pinning her to the wall):
"Good. Because I want your mind hazy, your body trembling and my name, the only thing you remember when you fall apart."

Jiya (moaning softly, wrapping her legs around him):
"You're dangerous, Ishan."

Ishan (smiling darkly lips grazing her):
"And you're mine."

Ishan (voice dark and possessive):
"Tell me how much you want me, baby?"

Jiya (breath hitching, voice trembling):
"Ishan... please... I can't..."

Ishan grinning, lips brushing against her ear):
"Let go. I'm here. No holding back."

Jiya (arching, gasping as pleasure overtakes her);
"Ahh! I.... I can't... you're..."

Ishan (tightening his grip on her curves):
"Scream my name. Show me you're mine."