Book #1 in the YOU Series.
KARTAVYAxANIKA
"You can try all you want to make him love you, Anika but he will never love you. Because he has given his heart to me along ago." She said looking at me hatred in her eyes.
"I don't have to try to make him...
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~~~Mature Content⚠️~~~
In the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the bedroom window, Avy and I stood, locked in a passionate embrace. Our lips met, melding together in a dance of desire and longing. The room was filled with an electric energy, as if the very air around us crackled with anticipation. I closed my eyes, allowing the soft warmth of Avy's lips to consume me. In this moment, there was nothing else but the taste of his warmth and the electric connection that surged between us. Our bodies melted together, finding solace in each other's embrace. Every touch, every caress spoke volumes, weaving an intimate tapestry that only we could understand.
His hands cradled my face, their gentle strength sending shivers down my spine. As his lips moved against mine with a hunger that matched my own, I lost myself in the depth of our passion. I revelled in the taste of him, a blend of sweetness and desire that left me yearning for more. My fingers traced the contours of his face, memorising every ridge and curve. I felt his heartbeat beneath my touch, steady and strong. His hands moved from my face to my waist and then to my ass. His hand flexed over my backside and squeezed gently.
"Baby." He rasped, as he lifted me with his hands behind my knees, I wrapped my legs around his waist, he held me tight walking us towards the bed all the while kissing me as if his life depended on it. When we reached the bed he gently placed me on my feet. He broke the kiss and placed his hands on the hem of my nightgown pulling it off me in a go. I'm in a blue lacy bra and panties.
"So fucking beautiful." He kissed my neck, moved to my chest and removed the bra in one flick. He gently pushed me onto the bed and started removing his clothes. He slowly removed his shirt button one by one. His smooth olive skin came into view, I wanted to kiss and lick those perfect chiselled muscles of his.
"Hurry up, will you?" I snapped, getting frustrated by how slowly he was taking off his clothes. He chuckled.
"Patience baby."
"Patient my ass. Come on Avy." He smirked, removing his shirt then undid his trousers button and flyer removing his pants and kicking them off to the side. He steps out of his shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually.
There he stood just in his boxers in all his glory. My breath caught in my throat. The soft glow of the moon light cascaded through the window, illuminating his chiselled physique, causing the light to dance upon his tanned skin. Every contour of his muscular body seemed sculpted with precision, a testament to his dedication and strength.
His broad shoulders, perfectly defined, tapered down to a narrow waist, accentuating his masculine form. His chest, strong and well-defined, held an air of confidence, a testament to the physical prowess that lay within him.
My eyes trailed lower, drinking in the sight of his sculpted abdomen, like a work of art. Each abdominal muscle was etched with precision, like a series of lines forming an intricate pattern. His legs, sturdy and powerful, carried him with an effortless grace. And as my gaze settled on his strong, masculine thighs, a rush of desire coursed through me, igniting a flame deep within my core.
