22-08-2025, 04:40 PM
It felt as if he was savoring the moment, as if this first kiss was something precious, something to be lingered on.
His lips brushed against hers with a softness that made her breath catch, a feather-light touch that teased the edges of her control.
It was a tender exploration that made her heart race and her body pulse with anticipation.
His thumb traced the curve of her jaw, slowly, deliberately, as though memorizing the feel of her. He tilted her face to him, and with a gentle pull, closed the distance between them.
The world around them dissolved. There was only the warmth of his mouth on hers, the heat of his breath mingling with hers, and the rhythmic thrum of their hearts, beating in sync.
Varnika’s hands wandered, almost instinctively, to his chest, feeling the hard, steady beat of his heart beneath her palm, the strength of him pressing against her.
She parted her lips just enough, the invitation unspoken but clear, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
His kiss deepened, slow at first, but with growing urgency — like he was learning her, unraveling her in the most intimate of ways, each moment a step closer to something deeper.
His tongue brushed against her lower lip, a silent question, soft but insistent. When she didn’t pull away, he kissed her more forcefully, the heat between them igniting with each passing second.
A soft moan escaped her, her body instinctively leaning into him, closing the distance, her hands pulling him closer, as if trying to melt into him completely.
The sensation was electric, charged, like a current racing beneath her skin.
This wasn’t just nerves anymore, this was something wild, something that had been simmering just below the surface for too long.
It was a sweet surrender, a heady weightlessness, like she was falling, but not in fear — in desire, in pure, raw attraction.
Abhi’s hands slid lower, cradling her back, pulling her in with an urgency that matched hers. His fingers grazed the smooth fabric of her shirt, the heat of his touch seeping through, setting her skin on fire. Even through the clothes, she could feel the burn of him, the primal pull between them.
She wanted to be closer, needed to feel more, to press herself into him as if she could erase every inch of space between them.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their lips swollen from the intensity, their bodies tingling with the aftershocks of the kiss.
Flushed, their hearts pounding, they couldn’t speak, only stare at each other, breathing heavily, caught in the afterglow of something they both knew had only just begun.
His lips brushed against hers with a softness that made her breath catch, a feather-light touch that teased the edges of her control.
It was a tender exploration that made her heart race and her body pulse with anticipation.
His thumb traced the curve of her jaw, slowly, deliberately, as though memorizing the feel of her. He tilted her face to him, and with a gentle pull, closed the distance between them.
The world around them dissolved. There was only the warmth of his mouth on hers, the heat of his breath mingling with hers, and the rhythmic thrum of their hearts, beating in sync.
Varnika’s hands wandered, almost instinctively, to his chest, feeling the hard, steady beat of his heart beneath her palm, the strength of him pressing against her.
She parted her lips just enough, the invitation unspoken but clear, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
His kiss deepened, slow at first, but with growing urgency — like he was learning her, unraveling her in the most intimate of ways, each moment a step closer to something deeper.
His tongue brushed against her lower lip, a silent question, soft but insistent. When she didn’t pull away, he kissed her more forcefully, the heat between them igniting with each passing second.
A soft moan escaped her, her body instinctively leaning into him, closing the distance, her hands pulling him closer, as if trying to melt into him completely.
The sensation was electric, charged, like a current racing beneath her skin.
This wasn’t just nerves anymore, this was something wild, something that had been simmering just below the surface for too long.
It was a sweet surrender, a heady weightlessness, like she was falling, but not in fear — in desire, in pure, raw attraction.
Abhi’s hands slid lower, cradling her back, pulling her in with an urgency that matched hers. His fingers grazed the smooth fabric of her shirt, the heat of his touch seeping through, setting her skin on fire. Even through the clothes, she could feel the burn of him, the primal pull between them.
She wanted to be closer, needed to feel more, to press herself into him as if she could erase every inch of space between them.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their lips swollen from the intensity, their bodies tingling with the aftershocks of the kiss.
Flushed, their hearts pounding, they couldn’t speak, only stare at each other, breathing heavily, caught in the afterglow of something they both knew had only just begun.
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