“Kiara,” he rasped, his voice barely holding steady, filled with a raw, desperate hunger. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” His voice was a husky growl, and the tension in his frame vibrated with barely contained desire.
I leaned closer, my breath mingling with his as I whispered against his lips, “I think I do.”
His teeth caught the straps of my gown, tugging them down with deliberate slowness until the fabric pooled atmy waist. His fingers expertly unzipped the side, and the gown slipped to the floor, leaving me standing in nothing but a black lacy bra and matching underwear in front of an utterly unrestrained, shirtless Manav Oberoi.
His eyes roamed over me, dark and blazing with intensity, lingering on every inch of exposed skin. When his teeth scraped over my nipple through the delicate fabric of my bra, I gasped, my knees trembling. His fingers slid down to my inner thighs, teasing me in ways that left me breathless, every touch igniting sparks I couldn’t contain.
As his thumb grazed the edge of my underwear, he murmured, his voice low and rough. “How wet am I going to find you, cheeseball?”
My body trembled, every nerve alive with anticipation. “If you keep this up,” I managed, my voice shaky, “I think I might come just from your touch.”
A wicked smirk curved his lips. “I haven’t even started touching you, baby.” His dark chuckle sent a thrill through me. He teased, as his fingers hooked the edge of my underwear, pulling it aside. When his fingers finally slid against my slick heat, my world tilted. My body arched into his touch, and my mind was lost in a haze of desire so intense I could barely think.
Manav’s mouth tugged the fabric down, exposing my aching nipples. His tongue flicked over one, teasing, before his lips closed around it, sucking with a precision that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I couldn’t take it anymore. My hands shot up, tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
He growled low in his throat, his hands gripping my hips as he devoured me, his lips and tongue driving me to the edge of sanity. He knew exactly what he was doing—how to touch me, tease me, claim me. It was as if he’d mapped mybody long before this moment, knowing every secret place that would unravel me.
And as his eyes lifted to meet mine, blazing with possession and need, I realized he wasn’t just making me lose control. He was taking control, and I never wanted him to stop.
His fingers slid inside me, and I gasped as he smiled. My eyes fluttered shut, but his hands stopped. “Look at me, baby,” he said softly.
I tried, but the waves of pleasure were too overwhelming to handle. His thumb paused midway. “Open your eyes…”
And I did. I looked into his eyes—patient, teasing, honest, raw, and deep.
He went to his knees, and oh, holy mother of sweet roses—his tongue. His perfect and hot tongue touched my most sensitive places, and I practically moaned louder than the highest-paid porn star. He smiled, taking his time, continuously making me soar higher and higher.
His hands kept me steady while his tongue worked with precision, stroking me with an expertise that made me feel like he was born for this moment alone.
I was on the edge of losing my sanity when his strokes became more fluent, and I came hard—harder than I ever could have imagined or written about in my extremely romantic novels. I shuddered under his touch, and he kept me grounded while cleaning me up, as if I were the most sought-after ice cream in the world.
I was still panting when he lifted me, and before I fully realized what was happening, I was on his bed with him hovering above me. His pants pooled on the floor, and one of his hands was gently touching my neck while the other held me firmly by my hip.
“Tell me what you want, cheeseball,” he growled against my lips. “Say it.”
“I want you.” My breaths were uneven as the world blurred around me. “Inside me.”
He removed his briefs in one swift motion, and my eyes widened at the sight. He was hard—hot and huge in a way that made me ache. He smiled, leaning closer and whispering, “You want this…?”
“Ye…yeah…” I managed to reply, breathless.
“Show me how much…”
I met his mischievous eyes, gently flipping us over so that I was on top. His length pressed against my bare insides, and the heat between us was enough to make me lose my mind.
Manav’s eyes shut momentarily as I gripped his length, my tongue gliding over him with deliberate, teasing strokes. “Fuck…” He groaned, his voice rough and filled with unrestrained desire.
I continued my playful exploration, savoring the way his body responded to every touch, every movement. It didn’t take long for him to lose control. In one swift motion, he flipped us back, pressing me beneath him as I gasped at the sudden change.
“It’s time for me to take over,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger.
His mouth crashed onto mine, the kiss was demanding and consuming. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled a drawer and reached for a condom, rolling it on with a smooth efficiency that sent another shiver of anticipation through me.
It took him six…exactly six strokes to reach his climax, and he collapsed above me, panting, his breath warm against my neck. “You are so beautiful and perfect… There wasno chance I could last longer than that.”
Whatever magic Manav’s body held, it had transported me to another world. But I should’ve known better than to think it was over. Just ten minutes later, he was ready again, and this time, he claimed what was his and lost control all over again.
The night was a masterpiece of passion, and so were the three consecutive orgasms that followed. Manav, being the ever-thoughtful chaos in my life, made sure I hydrated with the juices stocked in his fridge and fed me a late-night cheese toast that was absolutely necessary for survival. Walking? Forget about it. My legs were jelly, and I was certain I’d need years of recovery before this dangerously gorgeous man touched me again—or even looked at me.
