"We shouldn't do this, Manik."
His fingers dived into my lace undies and teased my clit.
"Did you say something, Love?" His finger entered my hole, using my arousal.
I could only moan at the sensation and he smirked against my neck before biting into my sensitive spot.
I shuttered at the wave of pleasure coursing through my body and he entered two fingers, forcing me to surrender under his mercy.
"Sex is the best therapy to heal stress."
This is what got Manik and Nandini together. But with the growing passion and possessive will it remain casual sex or turn into something both avoid as plague.
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