Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

This was real — this tension


This pull, this ache between them.

She wasn’t just wearing his shirt. She was wearing him.

He stepped toward her, his breath shallow, his body taut with need.

“Do you like it?” His voice was a low rasp, thick with desire.

Her eyes softened, and she took a small step closer to him, closing the gap.

“Yeah,” she whispered, her gaze never leaving his, “I do.” Her lips curled,

The expression on her face almost innocent,

Yet knowing, like she was daring him to cross the line that was so close, yet still so far.

Ravi couldn’t look away. His gaze dropped to the shirt, to her bare legs beneath it,

To the way the fabric clung to her body in all the right ways, revealing so much,

And yet leaving just enough to the imagination.

His chest tightened, and his pulse quickened as the heat in the room became unbearable.

She was so close, so open, and the intensity of the moment made it feel as though the world outside of them had dissolved.

“Do you want your shirt back?” Sirisha asked,

Her voice teasing, but there was something else in it, a hunger, a challenge.

She tilted her head, her lips curling in that same mischievous smile. “Or is it too much to let go?”

“No,” Ravi said, his voice thick with something unspoken,

A hunger that he couldn’t hide. “I’m still enjoying how it looks on you.”

Her smile deepened, and she stepped closer.

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