Ambivalence

Moment of Blissful Surrender

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Aaradhya's POV

He rested his forehead against mine, the rain cascading down around us, soaking us to the bone. His breath mingled with mine in the cool night air, his closeness sending shivers down my spine. He murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I don't think I can control it anymore."

"Then don't," I whispered, my own voice barely above a whisper, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Fuck," he muttered, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to mine. His hands found their way to the back of my neck, his touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through me. With one swift movement, he pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around my waist possessively.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blending with the raindrops cascading down my cheeks. In that moment, I realized that I couldn't have asked for more. He was everything I had ever wanted, everything I had longed for.

His kiss was unlike anything I had ever experienced before – passionate, intense, consuming. If mine was soft and tender, his was a wildfire, igniting every nerve ending in my body. I melted into his embrace, lost in the intoxicating sensation of his lips against mine, the world around us fading into insignificance.

I parted my lips slightly, inviting him to deepen the kiss, and he obliged eagerly, his tongue intertwining with mine in a passionate dance that left me breathless. With each movement, he ignited a fire within me, consuming me with desire.

I tried to keep up with his intensity, mirroring his movements as best as I could, but his kiss was primal, almost animalistic in its fervor. I couldn't help but moan in response, the sound escaping me before I could stop it.

The sensation of his lips on mine, his hands roaming over my curves, sent waves of heat coursing through me, despite the chill of the rain. I was intoxicated by him, lost in the moment, craving more with each passing second.

It was  difficult to breath, I have to tap on his shoulder to let me breathe.

He pulled away from our kiss, but I could still feel the intensity of his gaze on me, even with my eyes closed as I tried to catch my breath.

Dhuk-Dhuk.

Dhuk-Dhuk.

Dhuk-Dhuk.

With my heart hammering in my chest, each beat seemed to reverberate through my entire body, drowning out any other sound. My breaths came in shallow gasps, the air feeling thick and heavy in my lungs as I struggled to regain control.

Before I knew it, he swept me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me inside the room. In his arms, I felt both vulnerable and safe, a paradoxical mix of emotions swirling within me. His presence was a comforting warmth against my skin, yet it also ignited a fire of desire that threatened to consume me whole.

As he carried me across the threshold of the room, I couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous energy coursing through my veins. The anticipation of what was to come, coupled with the uncertainty of the situation, left me feeling both excited and apprehensive.

When I finally mustered the courage to speak, my voice emerged as nothing more than a whispered plea. "Please, put me down. I want to change."

Surprisingly, he obliged, setting me gently onto my feet. I felt a rush of relief flood through me, mingled with a hint of apprehension.

But before I could take a single step, he caught the end of my saree, halting my movements. I froze in place as he stepped closer behind me, his presence engulfing me entirely. His fingers trailed along my hair, sending shivers down my spine, and I trembled as his lips brushed against the side of my neck.