An Innocent Beauty Continues Part2

[Deepak.kapoor]

Arjun's Unrelenting Advance

Without a word, Arjun’s hands slid to her hips, gripping them with an authority that made Meera tense. She knew what was coming even before he moved, but before she could react, he lifted her as if she weighed nothing, his strength unexpected and jarring. Her body instinctively clung to him—legs wrapping around his waist for balance—just as she felt it.


The unmistakable pressure of his Cock arousal, hard and undeniable, pressed firmly through his clothes against her. Meera’s breath caught, her mind spiraling. She didn’t want this. But her body betrayed her with a flicker of heat that only made her angrier at herself.


Arjun held her close, hands cupping her hips, keeping her snug against him.

"Mehsus kar rahi ho na, Meera?" he whispered near her ear.
[You feel that, Meera?]

"Yeh sab tumhare wajah se hai."
[This is all because of you.]

Meera swallowed hard, forcing her expression into something cold and distant. But the warmth of his breath on her neck, the coarse brush of his shirt against her bare skin, the solid pressure against her—everything felt too close, too real.


His grip tightened, fingers digging in slightly, dragging her even closer.

"Main ruk nahi paata jab tum paas hoti ho."
[I can't stop myself when you're this close.]

Arjun let out a low groan, burying his face into the crook of Meera’s neck. His lips grazed her skin, warm and possessive.

"Ab tu sirf meri hai..." he murmured, his voice thick with lust
[You're finally mine now...]

His mouth wandered slowly along her collarbone, planting slow kisses up to her ear, all while pressing her harder against the bulge in his pants. His hips moved—subtle, rocking—making the contact more deliberate.

Meera’s breath caught again, a heat wave rushing through her despite herself.


His arm locked tight around her waist, keeping her pinned. The other hand slipped down quickly, moving toward the waistband of his pants. Meera’s eyes widened. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest.


No... yeh nahi ho sakta...


But his grip didn’t falter. Her body stayed locked in place as he fumbled with his belt, the quiet rustle of fabric echoing in the dim room.


"Arjun, ruk ja—" she gasped, her voice cracking.
[Arjun, wait—]


But he didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down.


With a grunt, he yanked his pants and underwear down just enough, exposing himself. Meera’s skin tensed as she felt it—his hard length brushing hot and real against her.


She bit her lip hard, the panic surging now.


Then, in one swift motion, he hoisted her again, forcing her against his Cock arousal.

"Mehsus kar rahi ho?" he growled, voice rough.
[You feel that?]

"Kitni chaahat se ruk raha tha main... ab tu de degi mujhe sab kuch."
[I’ve been holding back for so long... now you’ll give me everything I’ve craved.]


His eyes burned—wild and unrelenting—as he crushed her against him, capturing her lips in a harsh, dominating kiss. It wasn’t gentle. There was no softness in it—only hunger and command. His mouth moved over hers with force, demanding her submission, dragging her deeper into the storm of his control.

Arjun’s free hand roamed across her back, fingers gliding over her soft skin as he pulled her closer. His lips crushed against hers, hotter, more desperate now. His breath came in bursts, warm against her cheek as he kissed her with an urgency that made her chest tighten.


He pulled back just enough to look at her, eyes blazing.

"Haar ja, Meera..." he hissed, his lips grazing her jaw.
[Give in, Meera...]



Before she could respond, his mouth found hers again, rough and consuming. Meera’s thoughts blurred as his tongue pushed past her lips, tasting, taking. His grip on her hips never loosened, and his Cock hardness pressed firmly against her.


Her mind whispered—yeh galat hai—but the thought slipped away as heat surged through her.


Once pushing weakly at his shoulders, her hands now clung to him. Her lips parted willingly, letting him take more.

"Tere yeh hoth... kitne narm hain," he growled between kisses.
[These lips of yours… so soft.]


She shivered as he trailed his mouth down to her neck, sucking just under her ear.
"Teri yeh gardan... main pagal ho jaata hoon ispe," he whispered.
[Your neck… it drives me mad.]


His hands moved with purpose, sliding lower, cupping her ass tightly through the thin fabric of her clothes.
"Aur yeh... teri gaand... kitni perfect hai mere haathon ke liye," he muttered with a rough groan.
[And this… your ass… it fits perfectly in my hands.]


Meera let out a breathless gasp, her body now moving against his, hips rolling unconsciously. The friction made her tremble, her breasts pressing against his chest with every sway.

"Teri yeh chaati... lagta hai bas chhoo kar sab bhool jaoon," he murmured, his hand grazing her side.
[These breasts of yours… just touching them makes me forget everything.]

She tried to hold on to the voice inside telling her this wasn’t the plan, but it was drowned in the heat, in the way his hands claimed her, explored her.

"Tu meri hai, Meera..." he groaned against her throat.
[You’re mine, Meera...]

A statement. A possession. A victory.