With a soft, urgent moan, Mahnoor guided his hand, moving it to where she wanted him most. Her breath hitched again as his touch sent a surge of electricity through her. She shuddered beneath him, her grip on his back tightening as she held onto him for support.
"Maahir," she breathed his name again, her voice thick with need, her fingers digging into his skin as if anchoring herself. Her lips found his neck, and she bit down gently, the soft pressure sending a thrill through them both. The sensation of her biting him—claiming him in her own way—elicited a sharp inhale from Maahir, his body reacting to the mix of pleasure and pain.
But even as she pulled him closer, seeking more, Maahir kept her right on the edge, his movements slow and deliberate. His hand teased and lingered, bringing her to the brink, only to hold her there, intensifying the ache. It was a sweet torture, one that left her breathless, her body trembling as she desperately sought release.
Mahnoor's frustration grew with each passing second, the tension in her body coiling tighter. She held onto him fiercely, her nails grazing his skin, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to push him further, but Maahir was in control. He knew exactly how to keep her teetering at the edge, savoring every moment of her unraveling beneath him.
Her whispered pleas and the way her body responded to his touch fueled something primal in him, but he kept his movements controlled, his touch precise, keeping her right where he wanted her—on the edge of ecstasy, desperate for more but unable to reach it.
Mahnoor's breath was ragged now, her chest rising and falling as she arched against him. Her grip on his neck tightened, her lips trailing soft, breathless kisses against his skin. Every touch, every movement, brought her closer to the edge, but Maahir wouldn't let her fall just yet.
Their connection was undeniable, their bodies in perfect sync, yet the torment of being kept on the edge left Mahnoor trembling with anticipation, her entire being focused on the release that seemed so close, but still just out of reach.
Mahnoor's frustration was palpable, her body trembling as she hovered on the edge, tantalizingly close to what she wanted but unable to grasp it. Maahir's deliberate control over her had driven her mad with desire, the intensity of it overwhelming her senses. Her breath was ragged, her grip on him fierce, but he still wouldn't relent. His touch was controlled, precise, and maddeningly slow.
Unable to bear it any longer, Mahnoor's hand moved to Maahir's throat, her fingers wrapping around his neck. She began to squeeze, her need overpowering any sense of restraint. It wasn't gentle—her fingers tightened with every second, her grip strong enough to make her point clear. She was done waiting, done being kept at the edge. She needed release, and she would take it.
Maahir's breath hitched slightly as she choked him, his body reacting to the sudden pressure, but his control didn't falter. He held firm, still keeping her teetering just out of reach, his gaze locked on her, filled with both desire and defiance. He wouldn't give in so easily, even with her hand tightening around his throat.
The tension between them reached a fever pitch, Mahnoor's frustration spilling over. Desperate for control, she did the only thing she could think of—she bit down, hard. Her teeth sank into the soft skin of his shoulder, the force behind it more than just a plea—it was a demand. She bit with such intensity that Maahir felt a sharp, searing pain as her teeth tore into his flesh, the sensation of skin ripping away making him grunt in shock.
The pain jolted through him, forcing Maahir to finally let go of his control. He gasped, his body reacting instinctively to the rawness of the bite, and in that moment, he gave Mahnoor exactly what she wanted. His restraint broke, and the flood of release she had been craving finally came crashing down, overwhelming her senses.
Mahnoor's body arched as she felt the release she had been denied, a maddening sense of satisfaction sweeping through her. She took Maahir's name in a way that was almost primal, her voice filled with a wild, uncontrollable passion. The sound of her voice, thick with intensity, drove Maahir to hold her tighter than ever before, his arms wrapping around her with a force that mirrored the chaos between them.
Their bodies pressed closer, the tension that had built up between them exploding into a moment of shared intensity, their breaths heavy and ragged as they clung to each other. Maahir could feel the heat of her breath against his skin, the weight of her body beneath him as they finally succumbed to the passion that had been simmering between them for so long.
The pain from her bite still lingered, sharp and raw, but it only seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment. Maahir's grip on her was unyielding, his body responding to the sheer force of her desire, the way she had claimed him with her bite and her touch.