I Might Just Attack You
Advaith's hands roamed over her body, his touch both possessive and adoring. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, causing her to gasp and arch into his touch. "Your breasts are perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "They fit my hands perfectly, begging to be squeezed and caressed."
He kneaded her breasts, his touch firm yet gentle, rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers. Tiana's breath came in short gasps, her body on fire with desire. "Oh, Advaith," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "Touch me more. Please, I can't take much more of this teasing."
