08-07-2025, 01:05 AM
He could almost see the intricate network of veins tracing paths across the surface of her breasts
Promising warmth and vitality beneath his touch.
Driven by a sudden, overwhelming urge,
He reached out and cupped her left breast in his hand.
Skin to skin
The skin was warm to the touch, yielding slightly yet retaining a firm,
Silken resistance beneath his fingers.
He pressed gently, savoring the way it responded,
The slight tremor that rippled through the muscle tissue,
The subtle shift of her body as she leaned into his touch, seeking more.
He traced the line of her collarbone with his thumb,
finding a tender spot nestled beneath the swell of her breast and pressing lightly there.
Meghana sighed again, this time a soft murmur that vibrated against him like a whispered prayer.
Encouraged, he shifted his hand to explore further
Tracing the delicate curve of her nipple
Its point taut and inviting beneath his fingertips.
His thumb brushed over it with featherlight pressure, sending a shudder through her frame.
Her breath hitched again as she instinctively arched into his touch, offering herself up more fully to him.
He watched as her eyes fluttered closed, her lashes brushing against the delicate skin of her cheekbones.
The way she responded to him
The subtle tremors in her breasts
The gentle rise and fall of her breath, the barely audible murmurs that escaped her lips
Fueled a yearning within him that threatened to consume him entirely.
He couldn’t resist any longer.
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Promising warmth and vitality beneath his touch.
Driven by a sudden, overwhelming urge,
He reached out and cupped her left breast in his hand.
Skin to skin
The skin was warm to the touch, yielding slightly yet retaining a firm,
Silken resistance beneath his fingers.
He pressed gently, savoring the way it responded,
The slight tremor that rippled through the muscle tissue,
The subtle shift of her body as she leaned into his touch, seeking more.
He traced the line of her collarbone with his thumb,
finding a tender spot nestled beneath the swell of her breast and pressing lightly there.
Meghana sighed again, this time a soft murmur that vibrated against him like a whispered prayer.
Encouraged, he shifted his hand to explore further
Tracing the delicate curve of her nipple
Its point taut and inviting beneath his fingertips.
His thumb brushed over it with featherlight pressure, sending a shudder through her frame.
Her breath hitched again as she instinctively arched into his touch, offering herself up more fully to him.
He watched as her eyes fluttered closed, her lashes brushing against the delicate skin of her cheekbones.
The way she responded to him
The subtle tremors in her breasts
The gentle rise and fall of her breath, the barely audible murmurs that escaped her lips
Fueled a yearning within him that threatened to consume him entirely.
He couldn’t resist any longer.
- o -
.