Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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Her fingers lightly traced the line of his chest, a slow, deliberate gesture that was both casual and charged. Kavya twisted in his embrace, just enough to meet his gaze. Her eyes, dark and full of mischief, were pools of challenge and invitation.
 
She was so close now, her lips mere inches from his. The distance between them was electric, filled with everything they hadn’t said yet, everything that had been building between them.
 
"A game," she said, her voice like velvet, soft but laced with something sharp—something dangerous. The words wrapped around him, tugging at him in a way he couldn’t escape. "A new game. A test of... endurance."
 
His eyebrow arched in intrigue, and he couldn’t stop the rush of excitement that flowed through him. "Endurance?" he repeated, the word tasting foreign on his lips, but thrilling all the same. What was she thinking? What did she want?
 
"Yes," she confirmed, her lips curving into a wicked smile. It was a smile he knew well now, a smile that promised trouble and temptation. "We keep playing this game. The chase. But the stakes are higher. Every time you catch me," she paused, letting the words hang in the air, thick with implication, "you get to remove one piece of my clothing."
 
Her words slammed into him like a tidal wave, and his breath caught in his chest. The playful energy of the moment instantly deepened, sharpening into something intensely erotic. Four layers, he thought, the math running through his mind, each thought tightening his chest.
 
Shirt, pants, baniyan... and briefs. She has four layers too. The numbers are stacked against me. But I want this. I want all of it.
 
He could already picture it—her body, piece by piece, revealed to him under the fading light. The image of her, stripped bare by his own hands, flooded his mind in a rush of heat.
 
Her finger traced a slow, deliberate line down his chest, bringing him back to the present. Her touch was feather-light, teasing, but also full of purpose. "But," she continued, her voice now a purr, "it has to be fair. For every piece of mine you take, you have to remove one of yours."
 
“And for every piece I take from her, I have to strip away one of mine...” His pulse quickened, blood roaring in his ears.
 
He was on the edge of something, something dangerous and exciting. His heart thudded heavily in his chest. "This is..." he whispered under his breath, “more than I expected.”
 

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