His fingers moved inside my pussy with wicked precision, curling just right like he knew every secret my body tried to hide. My breath hitched. Eyes fluttered shut. A low moan escaped me as the pleasure tightened, hot and unbearable, pulling me to the edge.
"Aryanv..." I whispered, his name falling from my lips like a sin, like a prayer I wasn’t supposed to say.
He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath dark and intoxicating.
“So needy, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and something more something dangerous.
And then just as the fire inside me threatened to consume everything I felt him pull away.
Abrupt. Cruel.
My eyes snapped open, confusion and disbelief crashing over me. "What the hell?" I gasped, my chest rising and falling, body trembling with the ache of denial.
He stood there, calm and collected, that smug, maddening smirk playing on his lips.
Without a word, he brought his fingers to his mouth slowly, deliberately and licked them clean. His eyes locked on mine as if he was savoring the taste of my surrender.
“Fuck...” he whispered, voice low and reverent. “You’re so addictive.”
Heat surged through me, a flush creeping up my neck. My heart thundered. My soul quaked. He wasn’t just in my body he was in my veins, in my thoughts, in every breath I took.
I swallowed, barely able to form the words. “Why would you stop?”
He leaned close again, his voice brushing against my skin like silk and sin.
“Because I love watching you beg for me.”
And that’s what it was.
This hunger. This craving.
It wasn’t just desire It Was Forbidden.
Unspoken. Untouched. Untamed.
And as he turned and walked away, leaving me trembling and wrecked, I knew one thing with terrifying certainty.
I didn’t just want him back.
I Needed Him.
Even if he was everything I should stay away from.
Even if this was destined to ruin me.
Because sometimes, it’s the forbidden desires that burn the brightest.
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