Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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She was the embodiment of wildness, a force of nature that had no care for anything but the moment, the raw, unapologetic beauty of her spirit. She was a vision, a force he couldn’t ignore.
 
Naveen’s pulse quickened, the fire inside him rising as he pushed himself harder. His feet pounded against the sand, the rhythm of the chase matching the frantic beat of his heart. Every step, every push, was a drive to close the gap between them.
 
She was fast, so much faster than he expected, the youth and vitality that radiated from her a taunting reminder of everything he once had. Her speed was intoxicating, and yet it only stoked his need. The primal urge to claim her burned in his chest, each beat of his heart a call to action.
 
“She thinks she can outrun me,” he gritted, breath burning his lungs. “No, little wildcat. Not tonight.”
 
She wasn’t going to make this easy for him. She kept pulling away, her laughter ringing out across the beach like a sweet, melodic taunt.
 
Her skirt whipped around her legs as the wind tugged at her, the carefree abandon with which she ran making her a challenge, a test of his patience.
 
But her beauty, her defiance, the way she carried herself, so unapologetically, only made him want her more.
 
She was a puzzle he couldn’t solve, and with every inch of distance she put between them, she was slipping further into the realm of something deeper, something more elusive.
 
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of chasing, he was there, so close he could almost taste her. The heat of her skin, the pulse of life that emanated from her, filled his senses.
 
And then, with one fluid motion, he reached for her.
 
His hands closed around her waist from behind, pulling her back into him with a possessiveness that made her breath catch.
 
The contact was electric, a sudden spark that shot through his veins.
 
Her body fit perfectly against his, the warmth of her skin seeping into him as he pressed her against his chest.  The feeling of her body against his, the soft curve of her waist and the warmth of her back, sent a shock of heat through him.
 
His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to pause. There was only the pressure of her body against his, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, matching the frantic rhythm of his own.
 

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