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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.
My fingers curled into fists at my sides, my knees threatening to buckle beneath me. In the next moment, the saree slipped from my shoulder, pooling at my feet in a soft cascade of fabric.
The cold air brushed against my exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Though it wasn't the first time Sharvansh had seen me in this state, it felt different, as if he was peering into the depths of my soul.
His hands, sensual and warm, traced over the length of my arm before intertwining our fingers. Slowly, he lifted my left hand, his touch sending tingles down my spine, and pressed his lips gently above the tattoo of his name on my ring finger.
Against the curve of my neck, his voice was a husky whisper. "Tell me to stop, Aaradhya, or you'll be stuck with me forever."
A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I turned to face him. His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to hold the weight of the world. Instead of words, I brought his hand closer to my lips and pressed a soft kiss to his palm, my silent answer echoing in the charged air between us.
I felt him leaning in for another kiss, but my shyness overtook me, and I buried my face in his chest, seeking refuge from the intensity of his gaze.
His hands traced a path towards the hook of my blouse, and his warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "May I?"
I simply nodded, unable to trust my voice in that moment.
In the blink of an eye, my blouse was discarded to some forgotten corner of the room, leaving me in nothing but my bra and the saree still wrapped around me.
His hands deftly moved to untangle the folds of my saree, causing it to pool at my feet along with my shyness.
Gently cupping my jaw, he lifted my gaze to meet his, his eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored my own. Without hesitation, he captured my lips in a kiss that ignited a fire within me. His fingers traced the delicate curve of my spine, sending shivers down my spine as he lifted me once again, all while maintaining the intoxicating connection of our lips.
I relished the sensation of his lips moving against mine, each kiss feeling more addictive than the last.
He made me sit at the edge of the bed, his lips left a trail of wet kisses along my jaw, igniting a burning desire within me. With each tender touch, my fingers instinctively began to work on the buttons of his shirt, driven by an urgent need to feel him bare against me.
His lips continued their journey along my neck, sending shivers down my spine as I eagerly undid the remaining buttons, yearning to feel his skin against mine.
His lips trailed down to the strap of my bra trailing it down, his fingers deftly unclasping it with practiced ease. In an instant, my breasts were bared before him, exposed and vulnerable.
With a swift motion, he tore off the remaining buttons of his shirt, discarding it without a second thought. Leaning over me, his gaze locked with mine, his eyes filled with an intensity that took my breath away.
He pressed his lips tenderly against my forehead, a gentle caress that sent a shiver down my spine.
"I don't like being away from you," his voice was soft against my skin, the warmth of his breath sending tingles across my body.
"I can't live without you, Cherry," he murmured as he kissed my eyes, his lips tracing a delicate path along each of my cheeks.
"Hum saase lena chod sakte hai, par aap se dur nhi reh sakte," he whispered, his words a promise of unwavering devotion.
Finally, he grazed the corners of my lips with his own, a tender gesture that spoke volumes of his love and affection. With each touch, I felt myself melting into him, the warmth of his love enveloping me in a comforting embrace.
As the echoes of his words and actions reverberated in my mind, painting a vivid and beautiful picture, I lifted his head to meet his lips with an urgency fueled by desire. His response was immediate, his lips meeting mine with a fervor that mirrored the intensity of our emotions.
His hand trailed down my neck, exploring every inch of my skin before tracing the curve of my breast and slipping beneath the fabric that was the only barrier between us. I gasped as his fingers found their way to my clit, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body.
As his fingers traced the contours of my body, igniting sensations I had never experienced before, I felt as though my soul was transcending the confines of my physical form. In that moment of vulnerability, with my body laid bare before him, I surrendered myself completely to the overwhelming desire that consumed me.
Every touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through my veins, erasing all sense of restraint and inhibition. I was lost in the intoxicating whirlwind of passion, unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing me closer to him.
In the heat of the moment, rational thought gave way to raw instinct, and all I could think of was him – his touch, his scent, his presence filling every fiber of my being. I was consumed by an
insatiable hunger for him, a hunger that could only be sated by his embrace.
My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as I trembled under his touch. The sensation of his finger sliding inside me sent waves of ecstasy crashing over me, and I couldn't contain the moan that escaped my lips, muffled by the passionate kiss we shared.
His lips trailed along my jawline, planting soft kisses and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Each kiss was accompanied by a gentle suck, igniting my senses and leaving me craving more.
"Mine. Mine to kiss," he declared softly, pressing his lips against mine.
"Mine to suck," he murmured, ashe sucked my skin, his breath hot against my neck as he trailed kisses down my skin.
"Mine to fuck," he declared, his voice low and husky, as he gently inserted his fingers inside me.
Meanwhile, his fingers continued their rhythmic movements, expertly exploring every inch of me and sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. With each gentle thrust of his fingers, I felt myself growing wetter, the sensation building to an unbearable intensity.
I couldn't help but moan louder, the pleasure overwhelming me as I felt his fingers delving deeper inside me. The sound of my own voice filled the room, mingling with the soft sounds of his lips against my skin.
"Say my name, Cherry," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
"Sha... Ansh," I moaned, the words tumbling from my lips in a breathless whisper.
"That's it, my girl," he murmured, his tone filled with satisfaction.
With each passing moment, I could feel myself edging closer to the brink, the pleasure building to an exquisite crescendo. It was only a matter of time before I surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy that awaited me.
"No, Cherry, you aren't allowed to come yet. I haven't tasted you properly," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. "I want you to come on my face. But for that, you need to say it first." With that, he took one of my breasts into his mouth, sending a shudder coursing through my body.
"Ansh," I moaned uncontrollably, my voice trembling with need.
His tongue flicked against my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My entire body was on fire, every nerve ending begging for release.
"Please, Ansh," I whimpered, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Please what, Cherry?" he teased, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
"I... I want your tongue inside me," I pleaded, my words barely coherent in my arousal.
"As you wish, my wife," he replied, his voice husky with desire.
Exhausted, I sank into the bed, feeling his firm grip on my ankle. I gazed at him with heavy-lidded eyes, our gazes locking as he pressed his lips to my ankle, planting a trail of kisses that ascended up my thighs. Each tender kiss sent shivers down my spine, and when his lips met my inner thighs, I felt myself losing control.
Like a mad man, he tore off my underwear and tossed it aside, leaving me completely exposed before him.
"Are you an idiot? Why would you tear it?" I protested, my mind foggy with lust.
"I'll buy you a new one," he replied casually, his eyes smoldering with desire.
His apology worked wonders, and the next moment I felt his breath against my clit as he began devouring it with a hunger I'd never experienced before.
"Ohh... God," I moaned, my senses overwhelmed by pleasure.
"Aa... Ansh," I whimpered, my eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy, only to be jolted by a gentle bite from him.
"I want your eyes on me," he commanded, his voice muffled by the intimacy of the moment, his face partially obscured by the space between my legs.
His tongue explored every inch of me, his lips sucking and teasing, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. When he finally pushed his tongue inside me, I couldn't hold back any longer – I came hard, my climax washing over me in a torrent of ecstasy.
But he didn't stop there. He continued to feast on me like a man possessed, his hunger insatiable. My back arched in pleasure, and I found myself moving my hips against his mouth, desperate for more.
"You taste sweeter than I thought, Cherry," he murmured.
As the second wave of pleasure began to build, I moved with increasing urgency, my body on fire with need. And then, just as I was on the brink of release once again, he pulled away, leaving me frustrated and wanting more.
I looked at him, annoyance evident in my eyes, only to see him removing his pants with a wicked grin.
He leaned over me, and felt his cock pressed against my entrance. I felt a surge of excitement mingled with a hint of apprehension. Was I really ready for this? But despite my uncertainties, the craving inside me was undeniable.
"I know you want it, Cherry," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Just be patient."
"Do you want me to use protection?" He asked, but my immediate response was clear – I didn't want to wait any longer.
"No," I said firmly, not wanting anything to come between us in this moment.
"I never want you to entertain the thought of leaving me, Aaradhya," he whispered softly against my lips.
With a soft kiss against my neck, he reassured me before slowly pressing himself inside me. I tried to relax, but the pain was undeniable as he pushed halfway in, causing me to cry out his name.
"Aah, Ansh,"
"Don't tense up, Cherry," he whispered, his voice soothing. "Just relax your body. It'll be fine."
"Easy for you to say," I grumbled, but his smile eased some of my tension as he pressed kisses against my cheeks.
"You have no idea how hard it is for me to control myself from fucking you until you pass out."
As he finally pushed himself completely inside, I felt a sharp tearing sensation, my body stretching to accommodate him. He was huge, and I couldn't believe there was any space left for him to move.
I felt my inner barriers dissolve, allowing him to penetrate the depths of my being. Every corner of my mind and body was consumed by his presence. In that moment, he became my sole focus, dominating my thoughts and sensations entirely.
Despite the initial discomfort, I felt a wave of pleasure washing over me as he filled me completely. His movements were slow and deliberate, allowing me to adjust to the sensation of him inside me.
I wrapped my arms around him, my nails digging in his back, pulling him closer as I buried my face in his chest. His warmth enveloped me, soothing my nerves as he held me tightly.
With each gentle thrust, the pain began to subside, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure. His touch ignited a fire within me, and I couldn't help but arch my back, meeting his movements with equal fervor.
His lips found mine, and we kissed hungrily, our passion fueling the intensity of our embrace. I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies, the world around us fading into obscurity as we became lost in each other.
"Aa..Ansh,"
I moaned his name, the sound echoing in the room as he continued to move inside me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. In that moment, there was only him and me, consumed by the raw desire that pulsed between us.
As we reached the peak of ecstasy, I felt him shudder against me, his release washing over him in waves. And in that moment of blissful surrender, I knew that I had found my home in his arms.
"My Cherry," He whispered, and everything eloped.
The last thing I remember is him tenderly cleaning my body, his caring touch a soothing balm against my skin. As my eyelids grew heavier, I surrendered to the embrace of sleep, drifting away into its comforting depths.