Chapter 30 | Pleasurable punishment

Kaise Kahun Ishq Mein Tere

Kitna Hun Betaab Main

Aankhon Se Aankhe Mila Ke

Chura Lun Tere Khwaab Main

Mere Saaye Hain Saath Mein

Yaara Jis Jagah Tum Ho

Main Jo Jee Raha Hun

Wajah Tum Ho..

Wajah Tum Ho..

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As I prepared to leave the hospital, I was stopped by Dr. Arohi, who was standing in the corridor with a mischievous grin on her face. And excited eyes.

"Oh God Aarohi you Seattle me girl, yese kon khada hota hai." She stands a little bent like she is trying to listen to someone, her mouth open and one eyebrow rises. Totally joker.

"Hehe." She showed me her 32 shiny teeth.

"What hehe, tell me what you want."

"Ashika, who sent you that huge bouquet of roses?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Everyone's talking about it! I mean, I've never seen anything like it before. There must be at least a hundred roses there! And they're all so beautiful and fresh. I just can't stop staring at them." She giggled, clearly enjoying the drama of the situation.

I'm not shocked to hear that because Dr Naina is like chugli aunty jiske pete me koi baat nahi pachti hai. (Gooship aunty who can't digest anything in her stomach.)

I shook my head in disbelief, "seriously Aarohi you are here to know who sent me this." She nodded her head in urgency.

This girl is totally freaked but I can't tell her who sent this to me. Trisha had already talked a lot about Mr Randhawa ( I mean bhar bhar ke gaaliya de hai usne) when she found this much Rose in my room. If, Aarohi got to know about that then I'm gone, she made an imaginary bubble and started revolving around, that thought and also started eating my mind, or this thing spread like a forest fire in whole hospital because she is also in category of Dr Naina so I can't take a risk.

I laughed and shook my head, trying to downplay the situation. "I have no idea, Arohi. Maybe I have a secret admirer."

Arohi's eyes widened with excitement at this possibility, and she began to speculate about who might have sent the roses. "Maybe it's someone from the hospital!" she exclaimed. She winked at me, clearly enjoying the idea of a romantic mystery.

I rolled my eyes good-naturedly, trying to bring Arohi back down to earth. "Arohi, you're getting carried away. It's just a bouquet of roses. Let's not make a big deal out of it." But Arohi was undeterred, continuing to speculate about the identity of my secret admirer. "Ashika, you got a stalker who secretly loves you!" she exclaimed dramatically. "He's sending you roses and trying to impress you, trying to come near you, oh my god!" She gasped, clearly enjoying the drama of the situation.

"What?? Why did you scream." She screamed like a ghost, what was going on in her head God."

"Ashika just thinks if he is like a stalker then what will you do, right now he is sending you roses then he sends someone's hand if anyone tries to touch you, then he sends you someone's eyes ball, if anyone tries to look at you. Just think of Ashika." She said with dreamy eyes making her a disgusting and mysterious story.

She said with enthusiasm she is mad , disgusting.

" Seriously stalking and stalker, Are you mad Arohi this is simply a bouquet and kaha tum itna soch Li. This is not a frictional ok coming out from your imagination Bebe."

She pouted and again opened her mouth to say something but Dr Rishi interrupted oh God what now, I just wanted to go home. And you send one more idiot

Dr. Rishi appeared, looking curious "What's going on?" he asked, his eyes scanning the scene before him. Arohi filled him in on the details of the bouquet of roses, and Rishi's face changed from curiosity to sadness. "Who sent it?" he asked, his voice low and serious. Arohi replied that I didn't know, and Rishi sighed, looking relieved. "Oh, thank god," he muttered.

I was confused by Rishi's reaction, and I asked him what was wrong. He tried to brush it off, saying that nothing was wrong, but I could tell that something was bothering him.

"Are you free Rose."

He asked me if I was free to hang out that day, but I had to decline, I needed to rest and recover from my injuries.

"I'm sorry Rishi, I can't I'm totally exhausted next time."

Rishi looked disappointed, but he understood, telling me to take care of myself and that my health was more important. I smiled and thanked him, feeling a pang of guilt for disappointing him. With that, I bid them both goodnight and headed to the parking lot, looking forward to going home and getting some rest.

As I stepped out of my car and into the warm glow of my apartment building, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. I had just finished a long day of surgeries, and all I could think about was taking a warm shower and relaxing my tired body. I quickened my pace, eager to get inside and start unwinding.

Just as I reached my door, the sky suddenly darkened and a loud clap of thunder boomed through the air. I jumped, startled, as the rain began to pour down around me. I hurriedly stepped closer to my door, I tried to open with biometric but it didn't work. Oh fuck what happened with this fucking door now, then fumbling for my keys as I tried to get out of the rain.

Just as I was about to open the door, my phone rang, shrill and insistent. I groaned, wondering who could be calling me at this hour. I checked the screen, and my heart sank as I saw Trisha's name flashing on the screen. Why was she calling me now? I thought she was already home.

I picked up the call, trying to sound cheerful despite my growing frustration. "Hello, Trisha! I just got home, I'm standing outside my door. What's up?"

Trisha's voice was apologetic on the other end of the line. "Sorry, cherry, but I'm not home. I got an emergency call from the Mumbai branch, and I had to leave urgently."

My eyes widened in surprise. "You're in Mumbai? What happened?"

Trisha's voice was reassuring. "Don't worry, cherry, I'll be fine. Just take care of yourself, and if your wound starts hurting again, just call me. I'll come back immediately."

I couldn't help but laugh at Trisha's dramatics. "Hmm, come soon. And be careful, okay?"

I cut the call, shaking my head in amusement. Trisha was always like this - unpredictable and prone to drama. She is totally kangaroo kabhi yaha kabhi waha. I smiled to myself as I opened the door and stepped inside, grateful to be out of the rain and back in the warmth of my apartment.

As I stepped into my apartment, I was greeted by an eerie darkness. The lights were all off, casting long shadows across the walls and making the space feel like a ghost villa. I chuckled to myself, shaking off the feeling of unease. I flipped on the lights, and the sudden brightness made me squint. I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I had to hurry and take a shower, and then I needed to make dinner for myself. I thought to myself, "Chal Ashika, kar apna kaam," urging myself to get moving.

But as I turned to head to my room, I was stopped dead in my tracks. The rain outside was getting wilder, pounding against the windows and making the room feel cozy and isolated.

But it was what I saw in my room that made my blood run cold. Standing near my balcony, shrouded in darkness, was a figure. I gasped, my mind racing with negative thoughts. Who was this person? What did they want? I felt my body numb with fear, my heart pounding in my chest.

For what felt like an eternity, I stood frozen in place, unable to move or speak. The only sound was the rain pounding against the windows, and the creaks and groans of the old building. I was terrified, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

Slowly, I gathered my courage and picked up the wooden stick that was leaning against the wall behind my door.

'seriously Ashika wooden stick, ise tho ek macher bhi naa mare or tu ye gaint aadmi ko maaregi. My subconscious mind mocked me.

I know that but abhi ke liye tinke ka sahaara. I replied.

I knew I had to turn on the light, but I was scared of what I might see. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself and took a step towards the switchboard. My hand trembled as I flipped the switch, and the sudden burst of light made me squint. And then I saw him. Standing straight, looking directly at me, was MR RANDHAW.

As I stood there, frozen in shock, my eyes devoured the sight of Mr. Randhawa standing before me. He was like a king, exuding power and confidence, his eyes gleaming with a radiant warmth that seemed to pierce right through me. His facial features were chiseled, strong and angular, with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline that seemed to be carved from granite.

But it was his body that really caught my attention. His chest was broad and muscular, with a sprinkling of dark hair that seemed to invite my touch. His torso was lean and ripped, with abs that seemed to be carved from marble. And his skin was slick with rainwater, which only seemed to accentuate the definition of his muscles.

I felt my breath catch in my throat as I took in the sight of him standing there, his upper body bare and gleaming with rainwater. Oh my fucking devil, he was so hot. I felt my face grow warm with a flush, and I had to remind myself to focus. What was I thinking? This was Mr. Randhawa, Trisha boss, Mr devil standing in my apartment, shirtless and gleaming with rainwater.

But despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. There was something about the way he stood there, exuding confidence and power, that seemed to pull me in. And those eyes... oh fuck, those eyes seemed to see right through me, to the very soul of me.

But as I stood there, lost in the depths of his eyes, I suddenly remembered that I had no idea why he was standing in my apartment, shirtless and gleaming with rainwater. What did he want? Why was he here? And why was he standing there, looking at me with those piercing eyes? Is he serious about his punishment and all.

As I stood there, frozen in shock, Mr. Randhawa's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, like two piercing daggers that cut through my defenses and left me breathless. I felt like I was drowning in their depths, unable to look away, as if mesmerized by the hypnotic power of his gaze. His eyes were like two vast oceans, dark and mysterious, with waves of emotion crashing against the shores of his soul. I felt like I was being pulled into those depths, like a ship being sucked into a whirlpool, with no escape from the turbulent waters of his emotions.

I looked at him, and saw his most famous smirk is he catches me to looking at him,

Of course you are drooling over his body and gwaking at him like a creep from ages. My subconscious is known High alert.

"Mr Randhawa what are you doing here?" I asked him after composing my marathon heart.

He didn't reply just looking at me with us vacant eyes without any emotions, his eyes are showing anger unrancy, but didn't able to understand exactly what it is..

I again tried to ask him what he was doing here and started taking steps towards the balcony near him but I didn't dare to go get there because of rain, I can't risk to wetting in rain.

"Mr Randhawa why are you here." I put the pressure in all the world so that he gives me my answer.

"Why? can't I be here." He rises his brow and replied with husky and heavy voice.

"No you can't it not good to be here." I replied hesitantly of course it's not good that a man is standing in here. Ek Sushil or sanskari ladki ke room me.

Tu or sushil or sanskari Jo kuch samay pehele ise aadmi ke body ko nihaar rahi thi. My subconscious mocked me again.

"Why?" He asked me but I ran out of my word and he came near me His movements were slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey, each step calculated to maximize the impact of his presence. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch like a spark of electricity that sent a jolt of sensation through my body.

His fingers were like feathers, soft and gentle, yet they seemed to leave a trail of fire in their wake, burning away my doubts and fears, and leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed.

I tried to speak, to ask him what he was doing, but my voice caught in my throat, like a bird trapped in a cage, unable to escape. He was too close, his body radiating heat and power, like a furnace burning brightly in the darkness. I felt like I was melting into his gaze, losing myself in the depths of his eyes, like a drop of water merging with the ocean.

And then, without warning, he pulled me towards him, his arms like two steel bands that wrapped around me, holding me captive. I felt like I was flying, my body weightless as he drew me into his chest. His skin was warm and wet, slick with rainwater, and I felt like I was drowning in the sensation, like a ship being swamped by a wave. His heart was beating like a drum, pounding out a rhythm that seemed to match the beat of my own heart.

"Mr. Randhawa," I whispered, trying to push him away, " we both are getting wet."

but he just laughed, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Let it be," he growled, his voice like a command, his finger is softly caressing my cheeks.

"Are you se-se rio-us about pun-ish-ment." I ask timidly. He is an unpredictable person.

His evil smirk get wider and his eyes is showing evilness, he brought me more closer to himself, his hard chest collid with me. Ouch is he rock or what, his one hand holding me farmly on my waist and other is on my cheeks, he comes near my face his nose is softly lurring on my cheeks and ear and speak with husky and heavy voice.

"Are you still remember about your punishment sweetheart, are you that unrancy to get punishment by me hmm." I tried to free myself from his clutch after hearing him.

"Don't try to fight it jaana." I felt like I was losing myself in his gaze, like I was drowning in the depths of his eyes. And then, without warning, he picked me up and sat me down on the railing of the balcony.

I gasped, feeling the cold metal beneath me, like a shock of ice water that brought me back to reality. I felt like a chill ran to my body I don't understand if it is because of rain or because of fear or because of him.

"Mr. Randhawa, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, but he just smiled, a slow, sensual smile that sent shivers down my spine.

"Relax, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice like a caress. "I'm not going to throw you off the balcony."

But I wasn't so sure. Ye admi apne punishment ke liye sach me kahi mujhe niche na phek de. His eyes seemed to gleam with a mischievous light, and I felt like I was walking on thin ice. Was he serious about punishing me? And what kind of punishment did he have in mind?

As I hung there, suspended in mid-air, I couldn't help but feel a sense of terror wash over me. Mr. Randhawa's grip on me was firm, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he was holding me over the edge of the balcony, taunting me with the possibility of falling. My body was shaking with fear and cold, my teeth chattering uncontrollably as I tried to speak.

But despite my fear, I couldn't help but feel a spark of attraction as Mr. Randhawa's hand caressed my thighs. His touch was warm and gentle, like a flame that was slowly igniting a fire within me. I felt my body respond to his touch, my muscles relaxing despite the fear that was still coursing through my veins.

"You're right, sweetheart," Mr. Randhawa said, his voice was low and husky. "I am here for your punishment. I told you not to ignore me, but you just kept on ignoring my texts and calls, you always behave like a stubborn Bart, my bad kitten Hmm, so tell me, how do you think I should punish you? Don't you think you deserve it?"

I tried to speak, to beg him to stop, but my voice was shaking too much. I felt like I was going to collapse at any moment, my body weak and trembling with fear and cold.

"Mr. Randhawa, please," I managed to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please what, sweetheart?" he replied, his hand still caressing my thighs, sending shivers down my spine.

"It's freezing," I said, my teeth chattering uncontrollably. "I'm feeling cold."

Mr. Randhawa's eyes seemed to gleam with amusement as he looked at me. I sat there, shivering with cold and burning with desire, I couldn't help but wonder how one person could evoke such conflicting emotions within me.

Mr. Randhawa's intense proximity was like a flame that was slowly consuming me, melting my fears and anxieties and leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed.

As he stood between my legs, looking at me with an unreadable expression, I felt my heart racing with anticipation. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, searching for something that I couldn't quite understand. And yet, despite the intensity of his gaze, I felt a sense of safety and security in his presence.

When he spoke, his voice was like honey, sweet and soothing. "Oh, my baby is feeling cold, right?" he asked, his words dripping with concern. I nodded my head, unable to speak, and he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Come close, my sugar," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine. his voice dripping with sensuality. ", let me warm you up. Clutch my waist with your legs, jaana."

I felt my body respond to his words, my legs wrapping around his torso as he lifted me up into his arms. His hand caressed my back, sending waves of pleasure through my body, while his other hand held me firmly in place, his fingers digging gently into my skin.

As he held me close, I felt my body burning with desire, my skin tingling with pleasure. I was trapped in his arms, unable to move or escape, and yet I felt a sense of freedom and release that I had never experienced before. It was as if I had been waiting my whole life for this moment, for the feeling of being completely and utterly consumed by another person.

As Mr. Randhawa lifted me effortlessly into his arms, I felt a sudden jolt of surprise that left me breathless. My eyes instinctively closed, and for a moment, I felt like my body was completely glued to his. The sensation was both thrilling and terrifying, like being swept up in a storm that I couldn't control.

As I hung there, suspended in his arms, I felt his hot breath fanning over my cheeks, sending shivers down my spine. And then, without warning, his lips brushed against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my entire body. Oh, devil, fuck a kiss! I thought to myself, my mind reeling with shock and surprise.

I opened my eyes wide, staring up at Mr. Randhawa in shock. His eyes were blazing with intensity, his gaze burning with a fierce passion that left me breathless. I tried to speak, to protest, but he simply shushed me, his finger pressed against my lips.

My eyes softened as I looked up at him, drinking in the sight of his chiseled features, his sharp jawline, and his piercing eyes. Ghuss, he was so beautiful, so captivating, that I felt like I was drowning in his gaze.

For a moment, we just looked at each other, our breath mingling together in a sweet, sensual dance. It was as if time had stopped, and all that existed was the two of us, lost in our own little world of passion and desire.

And then, just as I was about to speak, Mr. Randhawa slammed his lips down on mine, sending a wave of passion crashing over me. I felt like I was melting into his kiss, like my entire body was being consumed by his fierce, all-consuming passion.

His kiss is so rough, harsh, brutal and lots of desperation. It's not as soft and sweet as the previous one. One of his hands is grabbing my neck to prevent me from any movement and another one is snakes around my waist holding me farmly and protectively.

His lips are moving around mine in a ruthless way, the motion is too uneven and unmerciful. He takes my lower lips in between his teeth and gives a hard nibble and then starts sucking it in a savage and brusque manner. I try my best to match his speed at his pace but his force is high, too fast hasty, quick, rapid, and swift.

My body is completely pressed against his. One of my hand snake around his shoulder another one his hair, how soft it feels against my palm.

'Kon sa shampoo lagata hai ye devil, iske baal tho mere se bhi jada soft hai.'

I'm holding him intensely so I can balance myself but I can't his force is too aggressive.

"Ahhh.".I moan into his mouth

I tried to stabilize myself but it didn't work at all because of his ruthless force, my body is trembling like a father in his arm. He is kissing me hungrily sucking my soul out.

His kisses and rugged move against my lips is making my brain hazy. The way he is lifting me effortlessly like I weigh nothing is making me crazy.

He is not leaving my lips even for a moment, sometimes he takes my lower lips licks it, nibbles it and then starts sucking on it. And then the next moment it is my upper lips getting brutally pillaged by him.

I don't know when he comes inside and moved is on the bed with me on his lap straddling him.

"Ummm, Ahhh." I take out my lips from his mouth trying to take a breath for a moment.

His gaze fixed upon me like a falcon, like he is ready to savour me for eternity.

I started panting, then Lean forward with courage or check the desire of proximity between us I placed a soft tiny experimental kiss over his bottom lips.

And then he grabs my neck with his hand locking around my waist and pulling me insanely closer. This time he bites my both lips and starts sucking and chewing them together. Then he left my upper lips and pressed my ass cheeks roughly a gasped escape from my mouth. As soon as I gasped he plunged his tongue inside.

His tongue started exploring my mouth in a brutal way mixing our saliva. As if he wants to reach each nooks and every corner and devouring me whole.

He tangled his tongue with mine and coaxed me to move it against him and I started following his lead, rolling my lips and tongue with him in an equable manner.

"Oh my Fucking sugar, you taste so delectable tempting and lucious my honey bun." He mumbled with my lips and tongue still inside his mouth.

You taste so delicious...... Also, I want to say

There is a woodsy mint chocolate taste along with a faded lingering taste of wine.

He is not kissing me, he is wrecking, feasting on me like as if he is starving from the age he is desperately quenched in his thirst.

His lips and tongue impounding mine. There is a vicious clash of lips teeth and tongue.

Licking, nibbling, sucking and biting.

"Ohhh hmmm my devil." I moaned into his mouth and placed my both hands on his chest to push me in a bit.

He is not ready to leave me even for a sec. He is not kissing me, he is literally devouring me eating me.

He is pulling me closer and harder dipping his head down and claiming my mouth. His kisses are rough and hard gliding each and every corner of my mouth.

"Ahh,ummm" I whimper and separate myself from him.

Is he trying to eat me or kill me with his breathless kiss.

Ye insaan hai bhi ya nahi ise saash ki jarurat padati bhi hai ki na. Oh god

His dark gaze is fixed upon me.

"Just once, just once, more jaana, only for once I need it. then if you tell me to Stop I will, I swear." He mumbled desperately like if he is not kissing me then he will die.

Also the pressure inside my lower belly keeps on increasing its too much . I don't know what I want but I know one thing is that I don't want to stop him at that moment, rather I want him to relieve this new feeling of pleasure and pain.

I started moving my hip slowly sitting on his lap in search of pleasure I don't even know exists.

He reclines himself on the bed with his arm spread on both sides for a support and looking and watching me with hunger prey.

I slowly and slowly whirl my lower body on him. I can feel his strong and hard bulge poking through his pants.

"Ahhhh.. please." I begged him without knowing what I was begging for, what I need...

I want him to guide me, assure me and take me to the door of an intoxicating feeling of pleasure.

He doesn't respond he is just staring at me with his hungry and dark eyes.

I move my hips more aggressively but hesitantly and in an uneven manner. He took out his one hand from the bed and pressed against my lower belly while biting his lip in a sensual manner.

"Ohhh-- ahhh mm" I gasped

He sat up straight and had a clutch waist with both hands and started revolving me over his hard on. His move is steady but fierce.

My hand slid on his head and tugged on his hair. I started following his rhythm and the pressure started coiling again. My eyes felt heavy with intensity and started closing in pleasure.

"Open your eyes, don't close them look at me." He said farmly. I didn't hear what he was saying I'm lost in my pleasurable world.

"I said open your eyes jaana, if you don't, then I will stop." When i listened about the stop I opened my eyes abruptly.. no he can't do this, at least not now.

"Good kitten, you are desperate for what you are getting right so don't you dare to close your eyes even for a bit." He said with his heavy voice.

"Hmmm." I hummed at his response. "More please more." I whimper biting my lips.

His gaze moves towards my chest , I lower my eyes and see my white shirt is totally soaked and my bra is doing absolutely nothing to hide my hardened nipples.

He takes his one palm slowly near my chest and grabs one of my boobs on his large veiny hand. Although clothes are separating us from bare and row touch but still his touch sends shivers through my spine.

"Mummmhh." I moan out

He gives me a gentle squeeze on my breast and starts lurring his thumb over my clothes hardened nipples. He slowly started revolving his finger over my bud.

I gasped out suddenly please.

With the other hand snakes around my waist started moving me against his rock hard bulge.

"Ohhh myyy--" I moan loudly.

Grabbing my hips farmly he grinned me down on his strong bulge erection.

"See your effect jaana, what have you done to me. This buddy of mine is also reacting like you want. He does not remain mine he didn't listen to me now." He whispered husky while pointing towards his erect hard bulge. I blushed at his statement I'm sure my cheeks are surely turned into beetroot red. I'm feeling hot.

"Ouuuuchhhh." I screamed in a muffled voice when he pinched me hard on my bud.

"Why did you do it." I asked with slight pain and pleasure both.

"This is your of, now look it's reacting the way I want jaana. What do you think? is she reacting as I want so now it becomes mine right." He looked at my boobs and an erected bud who is definitely reacting as he wants, with his sparkling and exciting eyes like he found his new treasurer. Oh Fucking devil is he serious.

Then he leaned down and took my covered nibbles into his mouth and gave a Harsh suck . I shiver under the pleasure.He keeps on licking and sucking on my clothed bud like a hungry baby.

Ahhhhhhhh." I moan out moisture dropping through my core onto his pants. I have never been this wet in my life.

He pulls me closer and shifts himself such that his strong bulge hits exactly the bundle of nerves which excited immense pleasure. He gives a little thrust to hit the same place again.

Anhhhh, ahhhh." I clutch his hair tighter and hide myself into the crook of his neck.

He shifts my wet hair away from my shoulder and gives a sensual ful coverage licks from my jaws to neck. Then he goes towards my collarbone and starts sucking and nibbling on it harder and roughly.

The pressure which is flooding inside me is now too much . I can't handle it anymore.

I'm riding him seamlessly and intensely. He is moving my hips against him brutally and fiercely. With motion he is giving a small gentle thrust which is exactly hitting the spot where I want. Ahhh exact. Keep doing I'm screaming in my mind.

His hand is playing with my bud and his mouth is nibbling and sucking my neck sometimes my clothed breast targets. It seems like he is desperate for them to feel them barely, but try to get whatever he is getting for now.

More

I want more

I just want him..

Just him..

"Ummhh, please, don't stop." I whisper into his neck, I don't know exactly what I want but I know exactly what I need. It seems like he gives me anything which I need without even my knowledge.

"I know my baby, I got you my little life." He whispered softly while giving me strong sucked and licked in my neck. And swallow part of my boobs.

Slowly he moves his mouth towards my jaw and takes my lips inside he mouth and starts sucking ruthlessly. His teeth are nibbling on my lips. He is doing this biting game until I get shivr and give him a pass through my mouth. He inserted his hot caramel tongue inside my mouth again and a flavoured burst. He is doing like he is tasting something very precious which he never gets to eat.

"You flavours, your taste fuck your each and every drop of saliva taste like sweet honey sweetheart, I can't get enough of you never ever." He groans into my mouth.

This is too much.

His goarn, his talks, everything is too much for me. I can't handle this much pleasure.

I'm too close. I know I will blow up completely if he doesn't hold me close.

He slipped his hand inside my shirt and rubbed my back his hand is big and rough but the warmth which I get from his mear hand is so addictive and it feels so good.

"Do you want me to take it off?" He asked me to point towards my shirt while clutching the end of it.

I don't know what exactly he is saying after receiving this insane drench which is still flowing from my legs. I feel tired. I just nodded at him. What is he doing I don't know. I just want to sleep in his warmth.

Then he opened all the buttons of my shirt and pulled out my wet shirt from my body which is sticking like a second skin.

I was just in a bra sitting on his lap with closed eyes I don't know what his reaction was after looking at me.

"Miraculous." I listened to him saying I opened my eyes little and looking at him he is staring at him widely. His throat is moving up and down, so hot his gaze is never leaving me. He intense gaze is giving me an electrifying sensation.

His one hand finger is still lingering on my bra hook like he is waiting desperately to open it and attack them.

He opened one hook still looking at me with his dark ocean blue eyes. I love the way his eyes always change colour.

Then the second hook..

And it's hanging on the last, if he opened it then I'm completely half naked in front of him. One part of my mind says let him do whatever he is doing and the other is saying to Stop him. But I don't know what I should do.

And he opened the last nock of it also which is separating us. His hand reached to my shoulder to pull that piece but I held his hand. He looks at me firmly his eyes are showing some dark emotions like someone stole his favourite candy from him.

Before he says something I feel drowsy. And I kept my head on his neck and slept I don't know what happened next.."

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