Drawn Together: KFAR
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"How long is it going to take?"An impatient growl, travelled into the room from outside.
Radhika sighed. Dear, lord, help me in getting rid of this impossible man.
"I can't reach the zipper of the dress."She yelled finally, giving up, all her hair fell over her face in a mess.
Just as immediately she said it, the door burst open and a gasp escaped her lips, whipping her around, clutching the dress tightlyto her bo**m.
She didn't bolt the door!
"Hey! What are you doing here? Get out!"Radhika cried out.
His body froze in a lock, as his stare slid from down of her bare feet, to her legs, bare things, her waist and then settled disturbingly long time on her chest.
He walked towards her, slowly.
He stood before her now, towering over her. Looking down at her. All over her. His body got more closer. Not possibly an of space. Radhika stared up at him with a heaving chest. Her hands clutching tightly the dress. Her back exposed all over.
"Turn around."He whispered.
His voice reached out her into her blood.
"No."She whispered, shaking all over.
His eyes flashed at that. His jaw ticked, he caught her arms and turned her around.
His front attached to her back again. The rough cloth of his suit rubbed on a bare skin. He caught hold of the zipper, all the while his eyes connected to hers looking on deeply into her eyes.
His hand stopped pulling up the zipper.His stare now another level of intense, Radhika's now affected gaze now pulled deep into his eyes.
"Let go of your hands."He whispered, his mouth opened now on her skin.
His voice a deep seductive husky.
"No."Radhika breathed out, feeling sensitive sensations course through her body.Playing havoc all over.
With widening of eyes, she saw his tongue come and lick on her bare shoulder.
"Let go of your hands."He said huskily again, his eyes wild caught hers in the mirror.
"Oh, god no."She moaned, as he planted open mouth wet kisses along her shoulder, and travelling a trail of a mess up to her neck.
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