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❝Pioneering the art of constructing love, my Kanmani.❞
Xavier teased her skin, slowly caressing her cheeks and her lips trembled.
❝You don't dare!❞
And he kissed her.
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When he had compromised his dreams and...
♬ modke kamar ke koi til dhoond le, hothon ke kareeb manzil dhoond le...
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Those hands roamed over Xavier, exploring every inch of his body, and he didn't stop them. He relished it; every warm and soft press of fingers against his hard muscles, the way those small hands clutched his shirt, tugging him closer. His blood simmered as raw lust stirred within.
Leaning closer, he encouraged whoever the person was, to continue further. He was aptly rewarded when tiny fingers started to graze over his abdomen. He tried to look at her... or him... or her... Probably 'her', as he knew there was no male friend of Satya who was that short and that...curvier!
His hands made their way to her hips... and he could definitely tell that this woman was not a 'man'.
She surely was on the heavier side, his hands felt full as he grabbed her hip. A sigh escaped from her mouth when his hands moved to her waist and back to her hips, caressing her curves, an unconscious scribble over her dress while they swayed to music.
With his hand pressing against the small of her back, he pulled her even closer, every inch of distance between them evaporating as lust seeped into him, igniting urges he hadn't felt in a long time. She spun in his embrace, presenting her back to him as she clumsily tossed her hair over one shoulder, exposing the nape of her neck. He chuckled at the way she offered herself to him, half-shy, half-bold.
Naughty, naughty!
Her hands settled on his, holding them with the lightest touch, almost as if she feared she might break him, and his lips parted, wanting more.
Excusing his left hand from her hold, he slowly slid his fingers over her arm nearing her exposed shoulder. She incoherently mumbled, and her voice was like honey amidst the noise. They remained in the same position for a while, their bodies separated by a few inches, his hand still playing fire on her skin. He smirked, thrilled by the way she shivered at his touch, her skin prickling with goosebumps.
He had no clue when he had pulled her closer, too close, they were now separated by only a hair's width. Her plump bottoms crushed against his groin, and he swallowed a groan, heat pooling low in his belly. He knew his limits, and this—this was crossing into dangerous territory. Whatever he was, he wasn't one to lose control, he wasn't a lecherous one.
It was enough enjoyment for the day. He decided he'd had enough. It was time to stop before things got out of hand. Gently, he let go of her hand and nudged her aside.
As if offended by his actions, those very hands tugged his collar down. Before he could think, her soft lips brushed against his with a boldness that made him snap.
Fuck indecency.
His arms cinched her waist as he pulled her close and kissed her—really kissed her, in a way that left no room for interpretation. It would be wrong to name the former one as a kiss, a kiss should be anything but a peck. A proper kiss should calm love, ignite lust, and satisfy longing. Anything less was nothing.
A kiss shouldn't be a shame.
He fisted her hair in one hand and gently pulled her head down, angling her face to claim her mouth properly. A moan escaped from her mouth and he immediately took advantage of it, invading her mouth with his tongue. She tasted of tanginess from orange and liquor. He could feel her hands dancing over his chest and shoulder, trying to press her body closer to him as she kissed him back with equal fervor.
Then, somewhere in the haze, it dawned on him—they were standing in the middle of a bar, packed with people, many of them too drunk or high to care, and she... she could be just as drunk, too far gone to even grasp what he was doing to her.
He stopped abruptly, pulling away. Reality hit him like a cold wave. This was wrong. What the hell was he doing? How could he lose control and risk crossing a line with someone who didn't know better? How could he overstep his boundary and harm an innocent?
Enraged by his behavior he went outside the bar, stumbled over something, and fell.
His jaw clenched.
He had never been this weak; even when tempted, he'd never broken, not once. Only one woman had ever held that kind of power over him, and he'd broken a hundred rules just for her.
And yet, last night, his body had betrayed him.
It. Was. A. Bloody. Mistake!
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