Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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Every rational part of his brain screamed to look away, to honor the unspoken pact of their friendship, but he was a captive to the sheer, devastating beauty of her.
 
The air grew thick, heavy, charged with an electricity that arced between them, silent and absolute.
 
Kavya felt the shift in him, the way his body tensed, the way his breathing hitched. She knew, without looking, exactly where his eyes were.
 
A slow, triumphant smile bloomed on her lips.
“He tries so hard to be the gentleman… but his eyes tell me everything,” she thought, a delicious, feminine power thrumming through her, making her press against him just a little more. So that he can have a bit better view. That makes him even more uneasy.
 
Finally, shattering the sacred silence, she whispered, her voice a husky caress, “How long are you planning to stare, doctor? Are you going to do something about it… or just watch those fruits?”
 
Naveen froze, his blood turning to lava in his veins. “I… uh…” he stammered, the words catching in his throat as her teasing tone held him captive.
 
Kavya giggled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against his chest. Her fingers began to trace slow, maddening circles on his shirt, dangerously close to his heart.
 
“Thought so,” she murmured, leaning in until her forehead was a breath from his. “Just looking at those will not full fill your hunger, doctor. Do you know that?”
 
He let out a shaky laugh, a raw mix of shyness and a desire so sharp it was painful. The scent of her hair, fresh, clean, and subtly floral, enveloped him, and he shuddered, a wave of heat washing over him.
 
“She’s right… Just looking is making the situation worse. I’m hopeless,” he thought, “but God help me, I don’t want to be saved.”
 
Kavya made a move, she came closer and pressed her soft yet firm breasts to his chest, her breath a warm puff against his neck. “There,” she whispered, her lips brushing his neck. “Now you can stay still… and try to sleep.”
 
Naveen exhaled, a ragged sound, and let the tension drain from his muscles, replaced by a deeper, more profound ache.
 
He lowered his head, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to her crown, letting his lips linger, savoring the texture of her hair against them.
 
His fingers tightened on her hand, a silent, desperate plea. “Every moment… it’s both heaven and hell,” he thought, his heart swelling until it felt too big for his chest.
 
She shifted, a subtle, deliberate movement, and brushed her lips, softly, slowly, along the sharp line of his jaw. Her breasts are still pressed against his chest.
 
It was the ghost of a kiss, a promise, and it sent a fresh jolt of desire through him. “Goodnight doctor… really this time,” she murmured, her eyes half-lidded, the mischief in them now mingled with a matching, simmering heat.
 
“Goodnight,” he managed, his voice thick. 

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