Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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Kavya was drowning in sensation. The feel of his mouth on her breasts, hot and demanding, was a revelation. The way his hands roamed her body, possessive and yet gentle, made her feel cherished and desired in a way she had never known.
 
“He loves me… and he wants me… all of me,” she realized, a trembling thrill coursing through her.
 
She tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him to her, her body moving instinctively against his. The fire that had been smoldering between them for days had finally erupted into an uncontrollable blaze, and she wanted nothing more than to be consumed by it.
 
“Take me… just take me. But not too fast… let this last,” she thought, letting herself melt into him.
 
The world outside the hut, the responsibilities of the coming day, the very concept of time, it all seemed like a distant, irrelevant dream. There was only here, only now, only him.
 
But as his hand began to drift lower, his fingers hooking into the waistband with a clear, unspoken intent, a flicker of reality cut through the haze of passion. It was a tiny spark of reason in a raging wildfire, but it was enough.
 
“Not yet… not yet. We can’t,” she thought, a shiver of restraint running through her.
 
The sun was higher now, its rays no longer soft and golden but bright and insistent. A new day had truly begun, and with it, the return of duty.
 
With a strength she didn't know she possessed, Kavya gently but firmly pushed against his chest.
“Naveen,” she breathed, her voice shaky but clear.
 
He froze, his head lifting from her breast, his eyes dark and clouded with confusion, almost painful to witness. He looked like a man who had been woken from the most incredible dream of his life.
 
“Kavya?” he rasped, his voice thick with need.
“I can’t… I don’t want to leave her,” he thought, a flicker of panic in his chest.
 
She cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs stroking his cheeks. Her own breathing was ragged, her body still humming with the aftershocks of his touch.
“Wait,” she whispered, her gaze soft but resolute. “Stop.”
 
The word hit him like a bucket of ice water. The passion in his eyes was slowly replaced by a dawning, painful understanding, and then a flicker of hurt. He started to pull away, his body tensing as if to retreat.

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