Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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Naveen, too, was frozen in place. He didn’t want to pull away. He didn’t want to break this moment, even though everything inside him screamed to move closer.
 
His heart was beating faster now, the steady thrum of it echoing in his ears. “Why does this feel so natural? he thought, his arms tightening ever so slightly around her. I’ve held her before, but this... this feels different. Every breath she takes, every shift of her body... it feels like she’s meant to be here, with me.”
 
The world around them seemed to still, to wait. There was a quiet hum between them, the unsaid things hanging in the air. Neither of them spoke, neither of them moved. They just stood there, bodies close, hearts beating in rhythm.
 
For the first time in days, it felt as though everything outside of them had ceased to exist. There was only the two of them, in that perfect, suspended moment.
 
Finally, Kavya shifted slightly, the faintest movement, and a sharp pain shot through her ankle. She gasped, wincing as she tried to put weight on it.
 
“Wait,” she murmured, her voice tinged with pain.
 
Concern flashed in Naveen’s eyes as he crouched beside her. His hand was gentle as he checked her ankle, his touch careful and deliberate. “You sprained it?” he asked, his voice low with quiet urgency.
 
She nodded, trying to move, but the pain flared up again, sending another jolt through her. “I think so,” she murmured, her voice laced with frustration.
 
Without hesitation, Naveen stood up, slipping his arm around her waist, pulling her close. The action was instinctive, driven by a need to steady her, but there was something more in it, something unspoken.
 
His hand settled firmly against her back, his fingers splayed wide, as if to reassure her that he was there, that she wasn’t alone. Her body felt small against his, and the warmth of him enveloped her, making her breath catch.
 
For a moment, Kavya didn’t know whether it was the pain in her ankle or the closeness between them that had her heart racing, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. His chest was so close to hers, the rise and fall of his breathing matching the rapid rhythm of her own.
 
She could feel the subtle strength in his body, his muscles shifting beneath the fabric of his shirt, and it made her pulse quicken in a way that had nothing to do with her injury.

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