Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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For Kavya, the sensation of running, of being chased, was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The soft sand beneath her feet felt cool and comforting, like the earth itself urging her forward.
 
The wind, whispering past her body, sent shivers of exhilaration through her. The air was warm, but the ocean’s breath was cool, a balance that mirrored the tension rising in her own body. She could feel his eyes on her, a constant presence that made her pulse quicken.
 
But this wasn’t fear. No, this was electricity.
 
She wasn’t running to escape him; she was running because she wanted to feel the pull of his desire, the thrill of being wanted, of knowing that he craved her just as deeply as she craved him.
 
At nineteen, Kavya had known the casual flirtations of boys still learning what desire really was. But this, this was different. This was a man, a real man, whose hunger for her was like fire.
 
It wasn’t just his physicality, though she admired the power in his body, the way his muscles flexed as he chased her.
 
It was the rawness of his need, the way his presence could unravel her completely. His desire wasn’t clumsy or desperate; it was deliberate, focused, magnetic. It made her feel sacred, powerful, like she was the center of his universe.
 
She knew she was faster than him. It wasn’t a contest of speed, though. She could have zig-zagged, darted in unpredictable directions, used the terrain to make him work harder for it. But she didn’t.
 
Instead, she ran in a relatively straight line, just fast enough to keep him at a distance. She was prolonging the moment, stretching the anticipation until it became almost unbearable.
 
Each step, each breath, was a slow-burning dance toward the inevitable collision. She didn’t want to make it easy for him, but she didn’t want it to end either.
 
Kavya glanced back over her shoulder, her dark hair flying behind her like a cascade of silk, the breeze carrying it in waves. 

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