Chapter 36: Chapter 26: Too Stunning to Resist 🔥

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Arjun

Ananya had been complaining about eating hotel food for days, so I decided to bring her something she loved. Cashew nut salad—her favorite—followed by butter chicken and naan. I wanted to make sure she didn’t have to wait long, so I quickly grabbed the food and returned to our hotel room.

"Firefly, I'm back. I brought you—" My voice died in my throat.

She was in a dress. A short dress.

A red short dress.

My breath hitched as my eyes devoured her. My mind scrambled, trying to process what I was seeing. It was the same dress I had pointed out at the mall. When did she even buy this? And more importantly, why did she look this good in it?

I couldn't speak. Hell, I couldn’t even blink.

Her curves, the way the fabric hugged her body—it was driving me insane. But my eyes kept drifting there. Her breasts. The dress pressed against them so tightly, pushing them up, almost spilling out. I swallowed hard. Did she even realize how sinful she looked? How utterly tempting? My mouth went dry as my thoughts darkened. I wanted them. I wanted them in my hands, my mouth—I wanted to devour her.

She shifted, suddenly looking unsure.

"I... I shouldn’t have worn this," she mumbled, more to herself than to me. "Maybe I shouldn’t have bought it in the first place."

Wait—what? What the hell is she talking about?

I was barely holding myself together, and she thought she shouldn’t wear it? She stole my breath, left me frozen in place, and she thought it wasn’t worth it?

"Umm... I think I should change. No—I am going to change. Just... wait here." She forced a small, embarrassed smile and turned toward the bathroom, ready to disappear.

No. Hell no.

There is no way I’m letting her take this off by herself. If this dress is coming off, it’s going to be by my hands—only mine.

Before she could take a step, I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. My grip was firm but gentle. She turned to look at me, eyes searching.

"You can't change," I said, my voice husky with something deeper.

Her lips parted slightly. "But... you didn’t like it, did you?" Her voice was small, hesitant.

If only she knew just how much I loved it.

I had planned to let her rest, eat her favorite food with her, maybe spend a quiet evening together. But she had another plan. And now, I had no choice but to follow.

Without another thought, I pulled her flush against me and crashed my lips onto hers.

She gasped into my mouth, her body stiff for half a second before melting into me. My hands tangled in her hair as I tilted her head, deepening the kiss. I devoured her, swallowing every sound she made, my lips moving over hers with an urgency that I couldn't control. She tasted sweet, addictive—like something I’d never get enough of.

Her hands clutched at my shirt, desperate, pulling me closer. I groaned against her lips, my grip tightening around her waist. My tongue slid along the seam of her lips, teasing, coaxing. She whimpered, parting them, and I took full advantage, plunging inside, tasting her fully.

She was soft, warm, perfect. My tongue explored, stroked, tangled with hers in a sensual dance that left us both breathless. Every moan, every shudder from her fueled my desire.

My hands moved, trailing down her sides, sliding to her thighs, slipping beneath the hem of that sinful dress. Her breath hitched, a shiver coursing through her as my fingers traced up, higher.

"Y-you… d-didn’t say anything," she stuttered between our heated kisses, her voice barely a whisper. "So I thought… you didn’t like it."

I groaned, pressing her harder against the wall, my lips never leaving hers. "You did this for me, didn’t you, Firefly?" My voice was rough with need.

She nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched onto me.

I pulled back just enough to look at her. Our breaths mingled, both of us panting. My thumb brushed over her swollen lips, my eyes dark and filled with unspoken hunger.

"I know what you're trying to do, baby," I murmured, my voice dripping with desire. I leaned in, running my tongue along her bottom lip before sucking it gently. "And it worked, Firefly. I can't control myself anymore."

"Then don’t," she whispered, breathless.

And I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not when she looked like this—so damn sexy, so undeniably mine.

My control snapped.

With a low growl, I captured her lips again, my hands roaming her body, claiming every inch of her. She was soft, warm, and breathtakingly perfect—my Firefly. The way she trembled under my touch, the way her breath hitched every time my fingers explored a new part of her, drove me insane.

I pressed her harder against the wall, my lips trailing from her mouth to her jaw, then lower. “You have no idea what you do to me,” I murmured against her skin, my voice thick with desire. My hands slid up, fingers teasing the straps of that sinful dress.

She shivered. “Arjun…” My name was a whisper—a plea.

I smirked against her collarbone, my fingers slowly inching the fabric down. “You can't change this dress, Firefly,” I breathed, my lips brushing against her pulse. “If this dress is coming off… I’m the one taking it off.”

Her breath hitched as my fingers trailed along the delicate strap of her dress, teasing, testing her patience. I wanted to take my time, to savor every second, but the way she clung to me, the way her chest rose and fell with each unsteady breath, made it impossible to hold back.

I pressed my lips to her throat, feeling the frantic pulse beneath my tongue. “You wore this for me,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire. “You wanted my attention, didn’t you, Firefly?”

She nodded, her fingers tightening around my shoulders.

“You have it,” I growled, gripping the fabric at her shoulder and slowly dragging it down, exposing more of her heated skin. “And now… I’m going to show you exactly what happens when you tempt me like this.”

Her soft gasp was all the invitation I needed.

I hooked my fingers under the delicate strap of her dress, pulling it down from one shoulder, exposing the smooth, heated skin beneath. My lips followed instantly, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the newly revealed skin, tasting her warmth, feeling the way she shivered under my touch.

Before she could say a word, I lifted her effortlessly into my arms. A surprised gasp escaped her lips, but she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing herself closer to me. Exactly where I wanted her. One of my hands gripped her waist, keeping her steady against me, while the other slid up her back, fingers working slowly, deliberately, on the zipper of her dress.

I carried her toward the bedroom, never once breaking our kiss. My lips moved hungrily over hers, deep and demanding, as if I was desperate to consume her. And maybe I was. She tasted too good, felt too perfect against me. Her fingers tangled in my hair, her nails grazing my scalp, pulling me impossibly closer.

The soft hum of the zipper lowering filled the air, the fabric loosening beneath my touch. My palm flattened against the newly exposed skin of her back, without bra , feeling the warmth radiating from her. My lips trailed from her mouth to her jaw, then down to her shoulder, where I sucked lightly, reveling in the way she trembled against me.

"Arjun..." she whispered, her voice breathless, pleading.

A smirk played on my lips as I reached the edge of the bed. I leaned down, placing her gently onto the mattress, my body pressing into hers. My fingers trailed the straps of her dress further down, my gaze locking onto hers, dark with intent.

“You’re mine, Firefly,” I murmured, voice thick with hunger. “And tonight… I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

I slowly pulled her dress down, my fingers teasing the fabric as it slid over her heated skin. My eyes darkened as I took in the sight before me—her breasts, full and perfect, barely contained by the dress that had been torturing me all night.

I let out a low groan, my hands tracing over her curves as I murmured, “Your babies need to come out of this dress. They look too damn sinful in it.”

With one swift motion, I tugged the dress down further, finally baring her to me. A sharp gasp left her lips, her body arching instinctively as the cool air met her heated skin.

“Their right place is here,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire, before lowering my head and taking one of her hardened peaks into my mouth.

She let out a soft cry, her fingers sinking into my hair as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive bud, sucking gently before grazing it with my teeth. Her body trembled beneath me, pressing closer, silently begging for more.

I smirked against her skin, flicking my tongue over her nipple again. “So sensitive, Firefly… Were you waiting for me to touch you like this?”

She moaned, her breathing ragged. “Y-Yes…”

I trailed kisses across her chest, moving to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. My hands roamed her body, memorizing every dip, every curve, every reaction. I wanted her lost in me, drowning in this moment.

Lifting my head, I locked eyes with her, my gaze burning with raw need. “You’re mine, Firefly,” I murmured, running my fingers along her flushed skin. “Every inch of you… belongs to me.”

Her lips parted, her breath shaky as she whispered, “Then take what’s yours, Arjun…”

A deep growl rumbled in my chest as I crashed my lips back onto hers, ready to claim her all over again.

My hands never stopped teasing her nipples, my fingers rolling and pinching them just enough to make her whimper beneath me. Her body arched into my touch, her breath coming in soft, broken gasps that only fueled my need for her.

Then, her hands moved.

Slowly, she reached for my shirt, her delicate fingers fumbling with the buttons. The moment she touched me, a shiver ran down my spine—a rare, unexpected reaction that I wasn’t prepared for.

She made me shiver.

For the first time.

Ananya always surprised me, but this? This was something else.

I stilled for a second, my breath hitching as she undid the first button, then the second, her fingers grazing my skin with every movement. Her touch was hesitant but determined, and the contrast made my blood burn hotter.

"You like that?" she asked softly, her voice laced with a newfound confidence.

I let out a deep groan, leaning closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Firefly."

She smiled—smiled—as she pushed my shirt off my shoulders, her fingers exploring the hard planes of my chest, tracing along every ridge, every scar. Her touch was a mixture of curiosity and possession, and it made something primal snap inside me.

Gripping her wrist, I pinned her hands above her head, my body pressing into hers. "You want to play, huh?" I murmured, my lips trailing down her jaw, my voice dark with promise. "Let’s see if you can handle what you’ve started."

Her breath hitched, her eyes darkening with anticipation.

I had her pinned beneath me, my body pressing into hers, teasing, testing, making her squirm. But then, she did something I wasn’t expecting.

Her hands, the same delicate hands that had just unbuttoned my shirt with such teasing slowness, suddenly moved lower.

I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt her fingers graze the waistband of my pants, her touch hesitant but determined. My muscles tensed, anticipation coiling in my gut as she slowly worked on my zipper.

“Firefly…” My voice came out rough, a warning laced with something deeper, something raw.

But she didn’t stop.

She pushed my pants down, along with my boxer, and in an instant, I was bare before her.

A hiss escaped my lips when the cool air met my heated skin, my length standing hard and heavy between us, aching for her. My control—already hanging by a thread—nearly snapped when I felt her touch.

Soft. Tentative. Exploring.

A deep groan rumbled in my chest as her fingers traced along my length, light and teasing, sending shivers through me. My body tensed, muscles coiling tight as she wrapped her fingers around me.

"Fuck, Ananya..." I groaned, my head falling forward, my breath ragged.

I wasn’t used to this. To her taking control. To her driving me to the edge.

But she smiled—so damn innocently, as if she wasn’t holding me in the palm of her hand, as if she wasn’t ruining me.

Her grip tightened slightly, and she started to move—slow, deliberate strokes that had my entire body locking up.

"Shit..." My hand slammed against the mattress beside her head, my jaw clenching as pleasure shot through me.

Her movements were unpracticed but eager, her fingers sliding along my length, testing, learning. And the worst part? The way she was watching me—eyes dark, lips slightly parted, completely enthralled by the way I was unraveling under her touch.

I groaned her name, my breath hot and uneven. "Firefly... stop."

But she didn’t.

Instead, she leaned in, her lips brushing against my jaw as she whispered, "Not this time."

Her hand kept moving, her strokes gaining confidence, her grip just right—tight enough to make my hips jerk involuntarily, to make my control crack.

"This time," she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my throat, "I want to make you happy."

I cursed under my breath, my entire body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

She is going to be the dead of me.

Ananya had always been mine. But right now? Right now, I was hers.

I was barely holding on.

Her touch was driving me insane, her hands moving with more confidence now, stroking me in a way that had my breath hitching, my muscles tightening with every glide of her fingers. I had my eyes closed, head tilted back, lost in the overwhelming sensation of her.

Then, without warning, she pushed against my chest, urging me back. My body obeyed before my mind could catch up, and I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, while she knelt between them, still working me in her hands.

I groaned, my fingers digging into the sheets, my control hanging by a thread. She had never done this before, never taken control like this. And yet, she was touching me like she wanted to learn every inch of me—like she needed to.

And then—fuck.

A wet, warm flick of her tongue against my tip.

My eyes snapped open instantly, a sharp shudder ripping through me as my body tensed. My breath left me in a harsh exhale as I looked down at her, stunned, burning.

She had never done this. Never even hinted at doing this. And now, here she was—on her knees, looking up at me through dark, heavy-lidded eyes, her tongue barely peeking out as she gave me another slow, teasing lick.

"Firefly —" My voice was a wreck, strangled with pleasure.

She didn’t stop.

Her hands kept stroking, her mouth trailing over me, warm and soft and completely addictive. And then, before I could process it—before I could even breathe—she took me into her mouth.

A strangled groan tore from my throat, my hands flying into her hair, my fingers tangling in the silky strands. "Holy shit…"

Her mouth was warm. Wet. Heaven.

She took me in slowly, inch by inch, her lips stretched around me, her tongue sliding against my length in a way that made my entire body tense.

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t move.

The only thing I could feel was her.

Her hands gripping my thighs. The gentle suction of her mouth. The heat coiling tighter and tighter in my gut.

I forced my gaze down, and what I saw nearly undid me—her lips wrapped around me, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, as if waiting for my reaction.

"You’re gonna kill me, Firefly," I rasped, my voice strained, my fingers tightening in her hair.

But she only hummed around me, sending vibrations straight through my body, making me curse under my breath.

She was ruining me. And I never wanted her to stop.

Her hum vibrated around me, sending another shudder down my spine. My grip in her hair tightened—not to stop her, but because I needed something to hold onto. My control was slipping, unraveling with every slow, deliberate movement of her mouth.

She hollowed her cheeks, taking me deeper, her tongue swirling around my length as she pulled back only to take me in again. The slow, torturous rhythm had me clenching my jaw, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"Fuck, Ananya…" I groaned, my head falling back for a moment, my fingers tangling deeper into her hair.

She was learning, testing, teasing—watching me, reading every reaction. And when she saw what made me tremble, what made me shudder, she did it again. And again.

I forced myself to look down, and the sight alone nearly ended me—her lips stretched around me, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside as she took me deeper.

Her eyes met mine, dark and filled with something I had never seen before—desire, confidence, power.

"Firefly," I gritted out, my voice hoarse, "you're playing a dangerous game."

She pulled back slightly, her lips glistening, her breath warm against my sensitive skin. A small, wicked smile curved on her lips before she whispered, "Then let me win, Arjun."

And just like that, she took me even deeper, making my vision blur, my entire body stiffen.

A low, guttural sound escaped my throat as I fought to keep control, but it was slipping—fast. The way she moved, the way she looked at me while doing it…

I had never felt pleasure like this. Never.

My breathing turned ragged, my stomach tightening as heat coiled at the base of my spine. She had no idea what she was doing to me—how fucking close I was to completely losing myself.

I groaned, tilting her chin up slightly, forcing her gaze to stay locked on mine. "Firefly" I warned, my voice a broken mess. "If you don't stop now, I won’t be able to hold back."

She only smirked against me, her tongue flicking against my tip before she whispered, "Then don’t."

I watched her, completely mesmerized. The way she moved, the way she took me in her mouth with growing confidence—it was undoing me, piece by piece. Her soft moans vibrated around me, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my body.

Then I noticed it—her hand slowly trailing down her own body, her fingers slipping between her thighs, seeking her own pleasure.

Oh no, not happening.

I immediately reached down, stopping her wrist, my grip firm but gentle. She looked up at me, lips still wrapped around me, her eyes questioning.

“Nah, nah… baby,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire. “That’s mine. You don’t get to touch yourself.”

A whimper escaped her, but she obeyed, her hand falling away. Good girl.

I let my own hand take its rightful place, trailing down her soft skin until my fingers reached her heat. The moment I touched her, I groaned.

"Already dripping for me, Firefly."

She let out a muffled moan, her lips still wrapped around me as I traced my fingers through her slick folds, teasing, circling, before pushing one deep inside her.

Her body trembled, her moan vibrating around me, but she never once stopped sucking me. Fuck.

The sensation was electric—her mouth working me with torturous precision while my fingers worked inside her, stretching, teasing, pressing against the spot that made her body jerk in response.

She was tightening around my fingers, her breath hitching, her pace on me growing desperate.

"You’re close, aren’t you?" I whispered, curling my fingers inside her, my thumb finding her swollen clit and circling it with just the right pressure.

She whined around me, her thighs shaking, her hips moving against my hand, chasing her high.

And then, with a sharp cry, she shattered—her release spilling over my fingers, her body writhing in pleasure. Her mouth fell from me as she gasped, a mix of my name and a moan slipping from her lips as she rode out the pleasure, her body trembling with aftershocks.

I grinned, lifting my hand, my fingers glistening with her. Holding her gaze, I slowly brought them to my lips, sucking her sweetness off my fingers with a deep hum of satisfaction.

Her cheeks flamed, her lips parting in shock, in something more.

But before I could tease her, she surprised me again.

Still breathless, still flushed from her orgasm, she leaned back in, taking me into her mouth again. But this time—this time—she didn’t just take me.

She ruined me.

Her lips wrapped around me with renewed determination, but what she did next broke every ounce of control I had left.

She moved lower, her tongue sliding down to my balls, giving them a slow, teasing suck before returning to my length, taking me even deeper.

A growl ripped from my throat, my muscles locking up, my breath completely stolen.

"Ananya… fuck!"

She worked me harder, faster—her hand stroking, her mouth sucking, her tongue teasing, everything pushing me to the edge.

I couldn't hold on.

Pleasure coiled tightly in my stomach, fire burning through my veins, my hips jerking involuntarily into her mouth.

And then, with a deep, shuddering groan, I broke.

My release hit me like a lightning strike, my body locking up as I spilled into her mouth, my vision hazing from the intensity of it.

And she—fuck, she took it all.

Swallowed all of it.

The sight of her—her lips wrapped around me, her throat working as she swallowed every drop—had me throbbing with aftershocks, completely wrecked.

She pulled back, licking her lips, her eyes meeting mine, full of satisfaction.

I smirked, my voice hoarse as I reached for her, pulling her up and into my arms.

"That’s my girl," I murmured, brushing my lips against hers. "Took it all so perfectly."

She smiled, resting her forehead against mine, her breath warm against my lips.

I cupped her face, my thumb stroking her cheek as I whispered, "You have no idea what you just did to me, Firefly. But we aren't done yet baby. "

I positioned her on my lap, her soft, warm body straddling me, her bare skin pressing against mine. My semi-hard length nestled between us, twitching with anticipation, already thickening again just from the sight of her—flushed, breathless, and utterly mine.

Reaching into the nightstand, I grabbed a condom, ripping the foil open with my teeth before rolling it down my length in one smooth motion. My fingers worked efficiently, but my mind was racing.

When we came to Switzerland, I had meant it when I told her to take this as a holiday—time to relax, to enjoy herself. I hadn't planned for this, hadn't expected things to spiral into this desperate, raw need between us.

But still, I had come prepared. Just in case.

And apparently, so had the hotel. The honeymoon suite had its own selection of necessities, including condoms stocked in the nightstand.

I glanced up at her, and that’s when I caught her staring—her wide, dark eyes fixed on my length, then flicking up to meet mine.

Her lips parted slightly, her expression laced with awe and something darker. "You’re hard again?" she asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

A smirk tugged at my lips as I let my fingers trail down her spine, pressing her closer, making her feel just how much she affected me.

I leaned in, my breath ghosting against her lips as I whispered, "I'm always hard near you, Firefly."

Her breath hitched, her body shivering against mine.

And then, without another word, I gripped her hips firmly and lifted her, positioning her just above me. Her hands clutched my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin in anticipation.

Her eyes met mine, dark and uncertain yet burning with need. I held her gaze as I slowly, steadily lowered her onto me.

Then, in one swift thrust, I buried myself inside her.

A sharp gasp tore from her lips, her body tightening, trembling, as she stretched around me.

"Arjun—!" she choked out, her head falling onto my shoulder, her nails scraping down my back.

I groaned at the feeling of her—tight, hot, gripping me like she was made for me. My hands tightened on her hips, my control hanging by a thread.

"Fuck, baby... you feel perfect."

She was breathless, panting against my skin, adjusting to me, her thighs trembling slightly. I pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, murmuring against her skin.

"Breathe, Firefly. Let me feel you."

She took a shuddering breath, her body melting into mine, and when she finally moved—when she rolled her hips just a little—it sent a bolt of pleasure so intense through me that I clenched my jaw to keep from losing it right then and there.

I let out a low growl, my grip on her tightening. "Ride me, baby."

She lifted herself slowly, her walls clenching around me, dragging against my length as she adjusted, and then she sank back down—taking me all over again.

A deep, guttural groan tore from my throat. Fuck. She was gripping me so tightly, her warmth surrounding me, pulling me deeper into her heat.

Her hands rested on my shoulders, nails biting into my skin as she moved—tentative at first, testing, learning. And when she found the rhythm that made her gasp, that made me curse under my breath, she picked up the pace.

"That’s it, Firefly," I murmured, my voice strained with restraint. "Take what you need."

She whimpered, her hips rolling, grinding against me, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through both of us. Her head fell back, exposing the smooth column of her throat, and I couldn’t resist—I leaned forward, my lips finding her skin, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her chest.

Her breath hitched when I took one of her hardened peaks into my mouth, sucking, teasing, while my hands roamed down to her hips, guiding her movements.

"Arjun…" she moaned, and fuck, the way she said my name made my grip tighten, my control slipping further.

"Look at me, baby," I demanded, my voice rough.

She opened her eyes, hazy with pleasure, locking onto mine.

I reached between us, finding her swollen clit, circling it with slow, deliberate strokes. Her body jolted, her rhythm faltering as a sharp gasp escaped her lips.

"Arjun!" she cried, her body tightening around me.

"I’ve got you, Firefly," I groaned, thrusting up into her, meeting her movements, pushing her closer to the edge.

Her pace became erratic, desperate, chasing the pleasure that was building between us. Her walls clenched tighter, her breathing coming in sharp, uneven pants.

"You close, baby?" I gritted out, feeling her body start to tremble.

She nodded frantically, her grip on my shoulders tightening. "Yes—yes, Arjun, please—"

"Then come for me, Firefly," I growled, thrusting harder, rubbing circles against her clit, pushing her over the edge.

And then she shattered.

Her body arched, a strangled cry escaping her lips as pleasure consumed her. I felt every tremor, every pulsing wave of her release as she clenched around me, dragging me into my own downfall.

With one last deep thrust, I lost myself, a groan ripping through me as I came hard, my vision blurring, my entire body locking up with the force of it.

We collapsed against each other, both of us breathless, her forehead resting against mine as we fought to steady our heartbeats.

I brushed damp strands of hair from her face, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"You okay, Firefly?" I whispered, my voice softer now, filled with something deeper.

She nodded against me, a small, blissful smile tugging at her lips. "More than okay."

I smirked, brushing another kiss along her jaw. "Good. Because I’m not done with you yet."

She let out a small, breathless laugh, still trying to come down from the high I had just given her. But I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I brushed my lips against her jaw, trailing slow, lingering kisses down her neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her skin. My hands roamed over her back, fingers tracing the delicate curve of her spine as I held her close.

"Arjun…" she whispered, her voice still shaky.

"Hmm?" I hummed against her skin, my lips dipping lower, pressing a kiss to the valley between her breasts.

"I thought…” she paused to catch her breath, her fingers still clutching my shoulders. "I thought we were done."

I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, my lips curling into a slow, wicked smirk. "Oh, Firefly…" I murmured, my voice deep, laced with promise. "We’re never done."

Before she could respond, I flipped us over in one swift motion, pinning her beneath me, her body still warm and trembling from her release.

Her eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she stared up at me. "Arjun…"

"Shh, baby." I leaned in, brushing my lips over hers, barely touching, teasing. "I want to feel you again."

Her lips parted, her hands sliding up my chest, her nails lightly raking over my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. "I—I don’t think I can…" she whispered, her cheeks flushed, her body still sensitive.

I kissed her, deep and slow, letting her feel exactly what she did to me. "You can," I murmured against her lips. "And you will."

My hands trailed down her sides, gripping her thighs as I spread them wider beneath me, positioning myself between them once more.

"But first…" I smirked, dipping my head lower, my breath ghosting over her still-sensitive core. "Let me taste you, Firefly."

Her sharp inhale was the only answer I needed before I lowered myself, ready to ruin her all over again.

Without hesitation, I lowered myself, my tongue gliding over her swollen clit, making her shudder beneath me. A wicked satisfaction curled inside me as her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. But I wasn't done yet.

I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, dark and dazed. "We can stop if you want," I murmured, my fingers stilling against her. "Just say the word."

For a moment, she simply stared at me, her lips parted, her body still humming from my touch. Then, slowly, hesitantly, she shook her head.

A deep satisfaction curled inside me.

"Good," without warning, I plunged my tongue deep inside her, feeling her body jolt as a broken moan tore from her throat—my name, gasped like a prayer.

I groaned against her, the vibration sending another shiver through her. My hands gripped her thighs tighter, holding her in place as I devoured her, tasting every sinful drop of her arousal. Her legs trembled, threatening to close around me, but I pinned them down, determined to pull her apart piece by piece.

She was mine to ruin. And I wasn’t stopping until she screamed for me.

Her body trembled beneath me, her hands fisting the sheets as I lapped at her, relentless and hungry. Every gasp, every broken moan fueled me, urging me to take her higher.

"Ar—" She choked on my name, her thighs twitching in my grip.

"Say it." My voice was a low growl against her slick heat. "Let me hear you, Firefly."

She whimpered, her hips bucking, desperate and undone. I smirked against her, slowing my strokes just enough to drive her insane.

"Please," she whispered, her voice a shaky plea.

That was all I needed.

I wrapped my lips around her swollen clit, sucking hard, flicking my tongue in a rhythm designed to wreck her. Her body arched off the bed, her cries filling the air as I pushed her to the edge—then shoved her right over.

She shattered, her release spilling onto my tongue as I licked her through it, savoring every second of her unraveling. She was beautiful like this—wild, desperate, utterly lost in me.

But I wasn’t done.

As she lay there, panting, I moved up her body, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her trembling skin. When I reached her lips, I kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

I nudged my cock against her entrance, teasing, stretching the moment, loving the way she shivered in anticipation. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, pulling me closer.

"More," she murmured, her lips brushing mine. "I need more."

A dark chuckle rumbled from my chest.

"You have no idea what you just asked for, Firefly."

And then, with one slow, deliberate thrust, I claimed her again.

A sharp gasp tore from her lips as I pushed into her, inch by inch, stretching her, filling her completely. Her nails raked down my back, a mix of pleasure and desperation fueling her touch.

"Fuck," I groaned, resting my forehead against hers, trying to hold on to the last shred of control I had left. She was so tight, so warm, gripping me like she was made for me.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Don’t hold back," she whispered, her breath hot against my lips. "I want all of you."

Something inside me snapped.

I rolled my hips, slow at first, making her feel every inch of me. She whimpered, her body arching, meeting me thrust for thrust. The way she responded—so needy, so utterly mine—drove me wild.

I reached between us, finding her clit, rubbing soft circles in sync with my movements. She gasped, her body tightening around me.

"You're perfect," I rasped against her ear. "So fucking perfect, Firefly."

Her moans turned into cries, her walls fluttering around me, pulling me closer to the edge. I captured her lips in a deep, desperate kiss, swallowing every sound she made as I drove into her harder, deeper, chasing that high that only she could give me.

Her body tensed beneath me, her back arching, and then she shattered—head thrown back, my name breaking from her lips like a prayer.

Her body clenched around me, tight and burning hot, and I knew she was close—so damn close. But I wasn’t done with her. Not yet.

I reached for her perfect, peaked nipples, taking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, teasing, sucking—earning a sharp gasp from her. My other hand cupped her other breast, fingers rolling over her hardened bud, pinching just enough to make her arch beneath me, her nails digging into my back.

"Arjun…" She moaned my name, her voice breathless, needy.

I smirked against her skin, thrusting deeper, dragging every bit of pleasure out of her. "Come for me, Firefly," I whispered, my voice rough with desire.

And she did.

Her body tensed beneath me, her back arching off the bed as she shattered, a loud, broken cry of my name escaping her lips. Her walls clenched around me, pulsing, milking me, but I held on—I wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

I groaned, my jaw tightening as I fought the pleasure threatening to consume me. I was still hard, still aching, still needing more of her.

Before she could fully recover, I flipped her onto her stomach, her soft gasp sending a thrill through me. I pulled her up, positioning her on her knees, her back flush against my chest. My hands skimmed down her curves, gripping her hips, pulling her ass against me.

"You’re not done yet, Firefly," I murmured against her ear, my voice dark, teasing. "I still need more."

She shivered, still sensitive, but when I slid my cock between her slick folds again, she whimpered, pressing back against me, letting me know she wanted this just as much as I did.

I guided myself to her entrance and thrust in one slow, deep stroke, filling her completely.

A choked moan escaped her lips, her body jolting from the overstimulation, but I didn’t stop. I wrapped an arm around her waist, my other hand gripping her jaw, turning her face toward me. I kissed her, deep and slow, swallowing her whimpers as I started to move.

She was still so sensitive, her body trembling with every thrust, but that only made it better.

"Arjun—" Her voice broke into a cry as I angled my hips just right, hitting that spot that made her shudder violently in my arms.

"That’s it," I rasped, kissing along her jaw, down her throat. "Take it, baby. Take all of me."

Her hands clawed at the sheets, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. My grip on her waist tightened, my pace increasing, deep, unrelenting strokes that had her legs shaking.

Her body was a mess of sensitivity and pleasure, but I wanted to see her fall apart for me again.

I reached down, my fingers finding her swollen, overstimulated clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. Her whole body jerked, and she let out a strangled moan, her head falling back against my shoulder.

"Too much," she whimpered. "I—Arjun, I can't—"

I smirked, my lips grazing her ear. "You can," I whispered darkly. "And you will."

Her body clenched around me, tighter than before, her thighs trembling. I could feel it—the way she was on the edge, right there, ready to be pushed over again.

And then she shattered.

A sobbed moan ripped from her throat as she came again, her entire body writhing in my arms, her walls squeezing me so tight it was almost unbearable.

I groaned, my grip on her tightening as I kept moving, chasing my own release now, my control finally slipping.

"You feel so fucking good," I growled, my pace turning desperate, rough. "Mine. You’re mine, Ananya."

She whimpered my name, her body still trembling, and that was it.

With one final, deep thrust, I buried myself inside her, my release crashing over me in waves. I groaned against her skin, holding her close, feeling her pulse around me as I met my own climax.

For a moment, neither of us moved. Just heavy breathing, pounding hearts, and the feel of our bodies still connected.

I pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the side of her neck, my arms wrapping around her waist, holding her against me as I finally let us collapse onto the bed after I disposal my condom.

She let out a soft, exhausted sigh, her fingers weakly reaching for mine. I laced them together, bringing her hand to my lips.

"Arjun…" she whispered sleepily, her voice sated, spent.

"Hmm?"

She turned her head slightly, her lips brushing my jaw. "You ruined me."

I chuckled, tightening my hold on her. "Good," I murmured. "Because I’m nowhere near done with you, Firefly."

She was exhausted, her body spent, but I could still feel the way she trembled against me. Her breathing was uneven, her skin damp with sweat, and yet, I knew—knew she wasn’t completely satisfied. Not in the way I wanted her to be.

Not in the way I needed her to be.

I smirked against her shoulder, my lips grazing the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “You think I ruined you, Firefly?” I murmured, my fingers trailing lazily down her stomach.

She shivered, her body still sensitive from the last four times I had pulled her apart. “Arjun…” she whispered, her voice holding both exhaustion and something else—something more desperate.

Desperate for me.

I shifted behind her, rolling her onto her back once again, hovering over her, watching as she blinked up at me, her lashes heavy with sleep, her lips swollen from my kisses. She was stunning. Wrecked and undone, but still utterly breathtaking.

I leaned in, brushing a slow, deep kiss against her lips, swallowing her soft gasp when I pressed my still-hard length against her slick folds. “I told you, baby,” I murmured against her mouth. “I’m not done with you yet.”

A soft whimper slipped from her lips as I slid a hand between us, my fingers teasing her overstimulated clit. She tried to close her legs, but I was quicker, grabbing her thighs and spreading them wider.

“Arjun, I—I can't—”

I cut her off with another kiss, swallowing the words before they could leave her lips. “You can take it,” I whispered, pressing my forehead against hers. “You will take it.”

She whimpered again, her hands gripping my shoulders, and then—when I thrust inside her in one slow, deliberate stroke—she gasped, her back arching, her nails sinking into my skin.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the sensation nearly making me lose my mind. She was still so tight, so hot, her body clenching around me like she was made just for me.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her head tipping back, a soft, broken moan escaping her lips. “Arjun…”

I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me. “Eyes on me,” I murmured. “I want to see you fall apart for me again.”

She obeyed—barely. Her lashes were heavy, her lips parted, her body trembling beneath me as I moved. Deep, slow thrusts, letting her feel me, letting her body adjust before I picked up the pace.

Her breath hitched, her fingers gripping my shoulders, clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.

I was.

I reached between us again, circling her clit with my thumb, sending a sharp jolt through her body. She gasped, her hips jerking, her body already on the verge of collapse.

“That’s it,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “Come for me again, Firefly.”

She whimpered, her body tightening around me, her walls fluttering, pulsing, so fucking close.

“Arjun—”

“I’ve got you,” I whispered, thrusting harder, deeper. “Come for me.”

And she did.

A choked cry of my name tore from her throat as she shattered beneath me, her whole body trembling, her walls milking me so tight I nearly lost myself in her.

But not yet.

I wasn’t done.

I flipped us over without pulling out, positioning her on top of me, her legs straddling my waist. She gasped, her hands bracing against my chest, her eyes wide with the sudden change.

“Ride me again, baby,” I commanded, gripping her hips, guiding her. “Show me how much you want it.”

She hesitated, her body still weak, but when I rolled my hips up, pushing deeper inside her, her head fell back, and she moaned—a sound so sinful it nearly pushed me over the edge.

She started moving, slow at first, her body still sensitive, her hands clutching at my shoulders. But soon, the pleasure overtook her exhaustion, and she rode me—hard, needy, her body taking everything I had to give.

“Good girl,” I groaned, grabbing her hips, meeting every desperate movement with a thrust of my own. “So fucking perfect.”

She cried out, her hands sliding to my chest, her nails digging into my skin. Her body trembled, her breath hitching, her release approaching again.

And this time, I was right there with her.

“Come with me,” I growled, gripping her hips tighter, thrusting up into her, deep and rough. “Come with me, baby.”

She gasped my name, her walls clenching, pulling me into her as she fell apart again, her body writhing in pleasure.

And then I snapped.

With a deep, guttural groan, I pulled her down onto me one last time, spilling deep inside her, my own release crashing over me like a fucking storm.

She collapsed against my chest, completely spent, her breath coming in shallow pants.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, pressing slow, lingering kisses against her shoulder, her temple, anywhere I could reach.

“Arjun…” she murmured sleepily.

I smirked, brushing damp hair from her face, kissing her forehead. “Yeah, Firefly?”

She sighed against me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my skin. “I hate you. You really ruined me this time.”

I chuckled, pulling the blanket over us, tucking her into my chest. “Good,” I whispered, pressing one last kiss to her lips. “Because I’m still not done with you.”

She let out a tired, breathy laugh before sleep finally claimed her.

And as I held her, feeling her heartbeat against mine. This time I have taken her the way I wanted even though I didn't plan to do it today. But she didn't left any choice. She knows how to break my control. How to break me. But I didn't lie when I said I still wasn't done. Because I'm not. In future there will be more. More of her. Me. More of us. Because she has ruined me and she doesn't even know that.

As I held her, feeling her heartbeat against mine, a sense of possession settled deep in my bones. This time, I had taken her the way I wanted—completely, unapologetically—even though I hadn’t planned for it to happen tonight. But she hadn't left me a choice.

She knows how to break my control. How to unravel me with just a look, a touch, a single whispered plea. She owns me in ways she doesn’t even realize.

But I wasn’t lying when I said I still wasn’t done. Because I’m not.

There will be more—more of her, more of me, more of us. Because she has ruined me just as much as I’ve ruined her.

And the craziest part?

She doesn’t even know it.

Ananya

I woke up with a heavy, aching body. Every part of me felt sore, like I’d run a marathon or fought in a battle. My legs, my arms, even my neck—everything hurt. And the most intense ache? Between my thighs.

I opened my eyes slowly, trying to make sense of the foggy morning. The bed was warm, but the space beside me was empty. Arjun wasn’t there.

I turned my head to look around, the sunlight peeking through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. I was wrapped in the blanket, but when I tried to pull it up higher, I realized I was bare underneath. My heart skipped a beat, and panic started to rise.

Wait… what happened?

My mind raced back through the night. The red dress I’d worn, the way Arjun had looked at me with that possessive hunger in his eyes, and then… everything that followed.

He had taken me—over and over again. Not once, not twice, but more. I could still feel the heat of him inside me, the intensity of it all. The way he had made me feel—so exposed, so completely his.

A flush crept up my neck, and I felt the heat of embarrassment wash over me. I had never imagined doing something like that. I never thought I would let anyone in this way, not so completely. Yet, there I was, tangled in the sheets, feeling sore, exposed, and—shy?

I buried my face in the pillow, my cheeks burning.

Just as I was trying to process everything, the door creaked open, and I heard his voice, smooth and teasing as always.

"So, my baby is awake?"

I lifted my head, meeting his gaze as he walked in holding a tray of food.

"Here, let’s eat." He grinned, looking so damn smug.

I blinked, still trying to shake off the fog of sleep. "When did you bring this?"

He smirked, setting the tray down on the bed. "Yesterday. But because of someone teasing me, we didn’t get to eat." His eyes twinkled with amusement, and I felt my heart skip at the memory.

My face flushed, and I could feel the heat rise all over again. "It was your fault. You didn’t even stop after one time," I muttered, my voice a little quieter than I intended.

His grin widened, and he leaned down, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "Well, what can I say? You’re irresistible." His voice dropped lower, his lips brushing my ear. "I couldn’t resist you."

I looked away, biting my lip, trying to hide my embarrassment. “You should have stopped. You... you wore me out.”

He chuckled, his hand sliding over my shoulder, his fingers tracing a slow path down my arm. "I’m sure you enjoyed every second of it, Firefly. Don’t try to deny it."

I blushed even harder, my chest tight with a mix of frustration and longing. He was too confident, too aware of the effect he had on me.

Trying to change the subject, I tried to sit up, wrapping myself tighter in the blanket, but as soon as I moved, a wave of pain shot through my body, especially between my legs. I gasped and collapsed back onto the bed, cradling my sore body, my face twisting in discomfort.

Arjun’s expression softened, and he moved quickly, his hand resting gently on my back. "Easy, Firefly. You’re not going anywhere right now."

I let out a small groan, closing my eyes, and he chuckled lightly, as if he found my discomfort amusing.

"You really did overdo it last night, huh?" he teased, still looking far too pleased with himself. "Guess I wore you out more than I thought."

I shot him a weak glare, my heart pounding in my chest. "It’s not funny, Arjun."

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Oh, I’m not laughing at you, sweetheart. I’m just enjoying the fact that you’re all mine."

My stomach fluttered at the way he said that, but the soreness was too much to ignore. I tried to sit up again, slower this time, but the pain was almost unbearable. Arjun immediately noticed, his hands hovering near my waist as if he were about to lift me.

"Let me help," he murmured, his voice softening, his fingers carefully brushing over the bare skin of my back.

I shook my head, trying to ignore how much I wanted to give in to him. "I’m fine. I just need a minute."

He chuckled, clearly not believing me, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he reached for the food and set it in front of me, the smell of freshly heated dishes making my stomach growl despite the aching all over.

"So," he said casually, "what did you think of last night?"

I blinked up at him, caught off guard by his bluntness. "What do you mean?"

He smirked again, leaning back against the headboard with a cocky expression. "Come on, Ananya. You know exactly what I mean. How was it?"

I tried to hide the way my body reacted to his question, but the blush was unmistakable. "I—I don’t know," I stammered, feeling both shy and embarrassed. "It was… it was a lot. I never thought… I never thought I’d do something like that."

Arjun’s eyes darkened for a moment, his gaze intense, but his lips pulled into a knowing grin. "You did it because you wanted to. And you loved every second of it."

I bit my lip, avoiding his gaze. I wasn’t sure how to respond. Was I embarrassed? Yes. But was there a part of me that enjoyed it? That wanted more? God, yes.

He gently cupped my chin, lifting my face to meet his. "Don’t be shy, Firefly. You’re mine now. Don’t forget that."

I looked away, my pulse quickening at his words. More of us. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t deny it.

"Now," he said, his voice softening again as he brushed his lips against my forehead, "let’s eat. I know you’re hungry."

I nodded slowly, my stomach finally agreeing with him. But as I reached for the food, the ache in my body reminded me of what had happened last night—and of what I was still feeling.

Arjun watched me, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he knew exactly what was going through my head. "Don’t worry, Firefly," he teased, his voice low. "There’s more where that came from."

I blushed deeply, my heart racing in my chest.

And somehow, I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed, angry, or… excited.

Arjun’s hands were gentle as he spooned the food into my mouth, his gaze soft as he watched me eat. The food tasted even better than it smelled, and despite the soreness in my body, I felt comforted by his attention. His caring nature was something I hadn’t expected—especially after everything that had happened between us. But here he was, taking care of me as though I was his most precious possession.

“You’re still hungry, Firefly?” he asked, his voice low, the concern in his tone unmistakable.

I nodded, even though I had eaten more than I expected. His hands never left my side, always ready to help, always looking at me with that intense gaze. His touch was soft, affectionate—everything about him was tender, yet commanding, and I couldn’t seem to resist it.

“Good girl,” he murmured as I finished the last bite, placing the empty plate on the nightstand. “Now, let’s get you up.”

Before I could protest, he slid his arms around me, lifting me effortlessly as though I weighed nothing. My body tensed, and I winced slightly from the soreness, but his grip was firm yet gentle. His presence surrounded me, warm and safe.

But as he began to move me toward the bathroom, something hit me all at once. I froze in his arms, panic rising in my chest. I pulled away slightly, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Wait,” I whispered, my voice hesitant, “I’m… not wearing anything.”

Arjun’s steps slowed, and he gently cupped my face with one hand, tilting my chin upward so I could meet his gaze. There was no hint of shame or teasing in his eyes—only understanding. His thumb brushed softly across my skin, his touch tender, almost reverent.

“You are mine,” he said, his voice low and soothing, like a soft promise. “And we’ve seen each other… last night and before that too. I like every sight of you, Firefly. Do you understand that?”

I swallowed, unable to speak for a moment as his words sank in, making my chest tighten with emotions I didn’t quite know how to handle. His eyes were searching mine, and there was something in them—something real, something that made me feel completely exposed, yet more cared for than I had ever felt before.

I nodded slowly, my breath hitching.

His hand slid down to my neck, his thumb brushing gently over my pulse as he continued, his voice serious. “So don’t try to stop me next time. I want to take care of you, Ananya. And I will.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, his grip firm as he held me, his gaze unwavering. There was no room for argument in his tone, no hint of doubt. Just pure certainty.

I felt something inside me break, some invisible wall falling apart, and suddenly, I realized that I was no longer the same. What had happened between us—what had happened last night—wasn't just about the physical connection. It was about something deeper. Something that made my heart race, something that made me want to trust him in ways I hadn’t ever trusted anyone.

Before I could say anything, he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against my forehead, his breath warm against my skin. "Come on, Firefly," he whispered softly. "Let me take care of you."

I nodded again, my heart racing, a soft, helpless smile tugging at my lips as I let him carry me. His care for me was overwhelming in the best possible way.

I felt safe in his arms—his arms, where I belonged.

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