Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya pulled back for a moment, breath ragged, and looked at Amit. Desire burned unmistakably in his eyes. He wanted her. He always had.
 
“Amit,” she thought, a part of her trying to reconnect with the man who had been her anchor, her steady love.
 
But still, she felt torn apart. "Why does it feel like I'm losing control?"
 
She didn’t give herself time to answer. Instead, she pulled him back into a kiss.
 
No longer slow.
No longer tender.
It was desperate, urgent, a reflection of the war raging inside her.
 
The room seemed to close in around them, the heat growing heavier. Amit’s body moved against hers in a rhythm they both knew well, but tonight, it felt unbalanced, unfamiliar.
 
His lips moved to her throat, his touch gentle, affectionate. He loved her. That truth pressed against her like a weight, sinking her deeper into the struggle.
 
But Ravi’s memory refused to fade. The way he had kissed her with a ferocity that had felt like a demand. The rawness of his touch still echoed in her mind.
 
“Stop thinking about him,” she urged herself. “Just be here.”
 
It was like trying to silence the ocean. Ravi’s presence echoed through her thoughts, the way he had held her, kissed her with fierce urgency. Amit’s hands were tender; Ravi’s had been alive. Vibrant.
 
Amit kissed her nipple again, and took it into his mouth. Her body arched into him, betraying her once more.
 
Pleasure bloomed alongside something forbidden. The heat between her legs intensified, pulling her deeper into the craving.
 
She kissed Amit with growing urgency, her lips hungry, yet they tasted of guilt, of longing.
 
Her hands trembled against his chest, and every time she pressed closer, she imagined it was Ravi. The thought came unbidden, sharp and powerful. She couldn’t stop it, couldn’t push it away. Her mind screamed for restraint, but her body was lost.
 
“Why does this feel like betrayal?” she wondered, her breath coming in quick bursts. “Why does it feel so real?”
 
Amit sucked the nipple deeper, his hands sliding lower, pulling her closer. Each kiss carried the ghost of Ravi’s, raw, visceral, unforgettable.
Ravi’s kiss had been a call to something untamed. Amit’s was loving, safe.
 
Her hips moved instinctively, breath quickening as she pressed against Amit. But she couldn’t tell who she was responding to anymore. Was it Amit’s touch she craved, or the memory of something else?
 

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