Phir Bhi Tumko Chahunga

"Kiss the part on my body you find attractive." she whispered huskily, her voice trembling with both boldness and vulnerability, her breaths fanning across his face. Her fingers tightened slightly, betraying her anticipation.
"Mirha." He began, his tone trying to stop her, though there was a tension in his chest that betrayed his own struggle.
"Please." She begged, her eyes glistening, full of pleading and raw need, her lips parted slightly as if waiting for him to cross a line he couldn't resist.
Eric sighed, a deep exhale that carried both restraint and surrender, closing his eyes for the briefest second. When he opened them, they fell on her nose, right where the delicate nose ring- gifted by him- rested. His fingers lifted gently, cradling her chin, his touch light but electrifying. Slowly, deliberately, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss on the nose ring, letting the warmth of his lips linger as if committing it to memory.
But he wasn't done. His gaze lingered on her, dark and intense, before he pulled away just enough to shift the momentum. His hand wrapped around her fingers, gently removing her grip from his collar and without a word, he guided her by the waist, making her sit on the cool slab of the sink. Her pulse raced, every touch from him sending shivers across her skin.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and breathless, as he bent down, his fingers brushing over her ankle where her delicate anklets jingled faintly. He kissed the small mole on her ankle, his lips soft and warm, sending an unexpected wave of heat through her body. Her breath hitched, shallow and trembling, as she felt his lips linger and a rush of emotions- shyness, exhilaration, desire flooded her senses.
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