22-08-2025, 10:07 PM
Varnika’s lips were swollen
Her pulse still racing as she tried to gather herself.
The feeling of his kiss still lingered on her skin, a burning reminder of the depth of what had just passed between them.
She didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or simply cling to the sensation of him against her, feeling the heat of his body so close to hers.
Her breath came in shallow, uneven bursts, and she whispered, her voice thick with desire, like it carried the weight of everything she hadn’t said before.
“That was…”
Her words faltered, the intensity of the moment choking her, but the need for more hung in the air, undeniable.
Abhi’s lips hovered just above hers, his breath mingling with hers, hot and hungry.
His voice came out low and raw, a rasp that sent a shiver down her spine.
“Yeah… it was.”
Her eyes never left his.
She swallowed, the effort of steadying her pulse almost too much, but still, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the heat burning between them.
Everything about that kiss had felt so right, so natural, as though it had been years in the making.
There was no awkwardness, no hesitation, just a perfect storm of chemistry that had pulled them both in without any questions.
It was like they had been destined for this moment, for this kiss, from the very first time their eyes met.
Her fingers, as if of their own accord, moved up to his collar, trembling just slightly as she brushed the fabric beneath her fingertips.
The warmth of his body, the raw intensity in his eyes, drew her in, inch by inch.
She didn’t want to stop.
She didn’t want this night to end.
Not now, not ever.
Varnika’s voice was barely a whisper, soft and shy, but layered with an undeniable need.
“I think… I think I’m ready now.”
Her pulse still racing as she tried to gather herself.
The feeling of his kiss still lingered on her skin, a burning reminder of the depth of what had just passed between them.
She didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or simply cling to the sensation of him against her, feeling the heat of his body so close to hers.
Her breath came in shallow, uneven bursts, and she whispered, her voice thick with desire, like it carried the weight of everything she hadn’t said before.
“That was…”
Her words faltered, the intensity of the moment choking her, but the need for more hung in the air, undeniable.
Abhi’s lips hovered just above hers, his breath mingling with hers, hot and hungry.
His voice came out low and raw, a rasp that sent a shiver down her spine.
“Yeah… it was.”
Her eyes never left his.
She swallowed, the effort of steadying her pulse almost too much, but still, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the heat burning between them.
Everything about that kiss had felt so right, so natural, as though it had been years in the making.
There was no awkwardness, no hesitation, just a perfect storm of chemistry that had pulled them both in without any questions.
It was like they had been destined for this moment, for this kiss, from the very first time their eyes met.
Her fingers, as if of their own accord, moved up to his collar, trembling just slightly as she brushed the fabric beneath her fingertips.
The warmth of his body, the raw intensity in his eyes, drew her in, inch by inch.
She didn’t want to stop.
She didn’t want this night to end.
Not now, not ever.
Varnika’s voice was barely a whisper, soft and shy, but layered with an undeniable need.
“I think… I think I’m ready now.”
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