09-07-2025, 03:06 AM
The intoxicating promise of what awaited if he dared to delve further into this blossoming garden of desire.
Her hands pressed his head
Gently against her
He kissed her then
with a tenderness born from wanting to claim every part of her
whispering against her skin
"You are beautiful, Meghana,"
As if it were a prayer murmured over something sacred.
And she tasted like heaven and fire in his mouth
A promise of everything they could become together,
Under the soft glow of the jasmine-scented lamplight.
And with that kiss, he knew this was more than just the beginning;
it was an awakening
A descent into something deeper,
Wilder
And infinitely more passionate than either of them had ever dared to dream before.
-- oOo --
Her hands pressed his head
Gently against her
He kissed her then
with a tenderness born from wanting to claim every part of her
whispering against her skin
"You are beautiful, Meghana,"
As if it were a prayer murmured over something sacred.
And she tasted like heaven and fire in his mouth
A promise of everything they could become together,
Under the soft glow of the jasmine-scented lamplight.
And with that kiss, he knew this was more than just the beginning;
it was an awakening
A descent into something deeper,
Wilder
And infinitely more passionate than either of them had ever dared to dream before.
-- oOo --
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