Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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He tightened the shawl around them, his hand flattening possessively against the small of her back.
 
Slowly, his thumb began to trace tiny, hypnotic circles on her side, feeling the incredible warmth of her skin radiating through the thin material.
 
Kavya let out a soft, contented sigh, arching into his touch ever so slightly.
 
“His touch… it’s so steady, so sure… I could drown in this feeling,”  she thought, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, holding on.
 
Emboldened, Naveen dipped his head again, his lips finding the sensitive skin just below her ear. He didn’t kiss her; he just let his lips rest there on her skin, breathing her in.
 
Her small, delighted hum vibrated against his chest, a sound that was his undoing. “Her happiness… her desire… it’s all I can think about,” he thought, as she pressed closer, letting him feel the frantic, steady beat of her heart against his own.
 
Their hands began a silent, exploratory dance.
 
Hers traced the hard line of his bicep, her nails scbanging lightly; his slid lower, resting on the generous curve of her hip, holding her, claiming her. The playful energy was gone, replaced by a deep, languid intimacy that was far more dangerous.
 
Kavya tilted her head back, her lips finding the sensitive skin of his throat.
 
She placed a single, open-mouthed kiss there, a slow, deliberate brand. “Don’t get too comfortable, doctor,” she whispered, her voice thick with teasing and something more. “I might decide to see just how hopeless you really are.”
 
He groaned softly, a low, helpless sound. “I’m counting on it,” he rasped, his fingers tangling in her hair, brushing it back from her neck, letting his thumb linger on the frantic pulse point there. “Every touch… every kiss… I want to memorize it all.”
 
Kavya nuzzled into the crook of his neck, her body melting against his. “I feel like I’m burning up,” she thought, the solid, steady warmth of his chest under her ear the only thing anchoring her to the earth.
 
Naveen responded by pulling her impossibly closer, his hand splaying across her back, feeling every delicate ridge of her spine.
 
“She’s mine tonight,” he thought, a fierce, primal certainty taking hold. “In this small, dark world, she is mine.”
 
A soft, breathy laugh escaped her as her hand slid down his arm to lace her fingers with his. “Don’t think you’ve won,” she whispered, but her words were a lie.
 
Her body, pressed against his, was telling the truth.
 
He tilted his head, capturing her lips with his lips in a kiss that was as soft as it was demanding.
 
It was a kiss of passion, it was a kiss of promise, slow and deep and tasting of unspoken words.
 
“I want every second,” he thought, his heartbeat a frantic drum against hers. “Just like this. Forever.”
 
Wrapped together in the shawl, they finally surrendered to the quiet of the night.
 
Fingers entwined, bodies pressed flush, and soft, ragged breaths mingling in the cooling air.
 
Sleep, when it came, was a restless, shared thing.
 
Tender, playful, and intimately charged, two hearts beating as one, souls intertwined, balanced perfectly on the knife’s edge of sweet, agonizing suspense.

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