“Say it,” he pleads, his breath fanning my lips. “Please.”
And just like that… every wall crumbles in the face of his raw honesty.
My eyes flutter shut, and the fight inside me melts away. And I whisper the only truth that matters. “I want you too.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, I feel his lips on mine. My eyes remain closed as he brushes his mouth against mine—soft, tentative, testing. And the second I sigh against him, everything changes. His arms tighten around me, fingers threading into my hair as he deepens the kiss—fierce, desperate, consuming. My knees go weak, even though I’m already lying down. I meet him just as hungrily, my hands pulling him closer, craving more, needing more. Because, for once—I don’t want to hold back. I don’t want to resist. I just don’t want to. Because, for the first time, I stop thinking and start feeling.
“We have things to discuss. Your mom…” I gasp, my eyes snapping open as Aditya rolls on top of me, his lips trailing down my neck, slow and maddening. His teeth graze my skin, and I shudder so hard it’s like my body’s no longer mine.
“Ssh, I know we do,” he hums against my skin, silencing anything I have to say. His lips trace a slow, torturous path along my collarbone, branding me as his. “But we can do this and keep the talk for later.”
My breath shudders as his fingers slip under my shirt, tracing lazy circles on my skin, making every nerve in my body come alive.
“Aditya…” My voice is a plea, a warning, but it comes out weaker than I intended.
He lifts his head, his dark, intense gaze locking onto mine. “What do you say, sweetheart?” A slow, wicked smirk tugs at his lips.
I know I should stop this. I know there are words that need to be said, issues that need to be resolved, but right now, with his body pressed against mine, talking is the last thing on my mind.
“Talk… can wait,” I whisper, my voice trembling, my resolve breaking completely.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” he says before his mouth is on mine again, stealing away every last coherent thought, daring me to deny what we both want.
Pulling his lips from mine, he whispers, “I need you naked.”
My stomach clenches at the raw hunger in his voice. I nod, breathless, powerless, completely his. He helps me sit before he lifts my shirt, his eyes locked on mine—watching, waiting to stop him. But I don’t. I don’t know what spell he has on me, what force binds me to him so completely, but there’s not a single ounce of hesitation in me. No resistance. No second thoughts. I watch his chest rise and fall as his fingers work deftly, unclasping my bra, then moving lower to my jeans, and then the panties, peeling away every last barrier between us.
My breathing turns shallow, uneven, as he pulls his own shirt over his head. Then, with a smirk that sends a fresh wave of heat through me, he pushes off the bed and strips off his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion. Completely naked. His body is hard in all the right places, and his cock… Gosh, it looks so much bigger, like it is huge.
His gaze darkens as it roams over me—hungry, intense, possessive. He moves forward and pushes me gently onto my back, his body pressing over mine. His fingers trail along my skin slowly, teasing, igniting a fire everywhere he touches.
“You’re so damn sexy,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
My pulse hammers and my body is trapped in the sweet, torturous spell of his hands. Anticipation coils deep inside me, hot and unbearable. Then, just as I think I can’t take the tension any longer, his lips follow the same path as his hands. Setting every nerve ablaze.
A shaky breath escapes me, my eyes shutting and my fingers clutching the bedsheet. But the next second, my eyes fly open,and I feel like I’m about to come out of my skin when I feel his head between my legs, licking me in one long swipe.
“Aditya,” I pant as his finger slides inside me.
“God, you are so damn wet,” he murmurs, his voice raspy. I look down at him, swallowing hard as I meet his hungry gaze. “So damn hot,” he smiles, as his thumbs spread my folds before he blows a cool breath against my overheated skin, sending a shiver down my spine, heat pooling low in my stomach. “And you taste so damn amazing,” he groans, leaning forward as he licks me once more, this time slow and deliberate. His eyes flutter shut, like he’s lost in me.
“Hmmm…” A moan slips from my lips as my head falls back against the pillows. My back arches off the bed, and a sharp gasp escapes my lips. God, this should feel dirty. But it doesn’t. It feels right. Like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be—completely his, completely undone.
But then—he stops.
The sudden loss of his touch jolts me and I open my eyes, confusion mixing with the haze of desire. He’s staring up at me, his eyes dark, intense.
“Are you mine, sweetheart?” he asks. His voice is low, rough, sending a fresh shiver through me.
I bite my lips and reply without a trace of doubt, “Yes.”
And that’s all it takes. His eyes darken, his control snapping like a thread pulled too tight. In the next breath, his mouth is back on me, his tongue flicking over my clit, as he pushes his finger inside me. The sting only makes the pleasure sharper, more intense.
“Please, please don’t stop.” I beg, my voice breaking. My head thrashes against the pillow as my core starts to tighten around his fingers. It’s too much. Yet not enough. Every nerve in my body is alive, every sensation heightened as I surrender completely.
“Fuck,” he growls as I come undone, screaming his name. When my vision clears, I see him on his knees, his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it.
“Do you want me to make you mine?” he asks, his eyes locking onto mine, searching for the last thread of permission, the final yes. Seconds pass, but he doesn’t rush. He waits. Like my yes means everything. Like I mean everything.
