As soon as we stepped inside the house, Devyansh's grip on my hand tightened. Without a word, he led me toward our room, his pace steady but filled with a sense of urgency that made my heart race. The moment we entered the room, he turned to me, his eyes dark with desire. Before I could say anything, he pulled me close, capturing my lips in a deep, possessive kiss that left me breathless.
His hands moved quickly, almost impatiently, as he reached for the dupatta draped over my shoulder With one swift metien, he slid it off, letting it fall to the floor, revealing the deep neckline of my blouse. He
paused for a moment, his gaze dropping to the exposed skin, his eyes filled with an intense heat that made me shiver.
"You're so naughty, Ananya... yeh sab mere liye pehna hai, taaki main aapne aap pai control na kar saku?" he whispered, his voice low and filled with a mixture of teasing and dominance. His words made my heart skip a beat, a blush creeping up my cheeks as I realized how much my outfit had affected him. But I couldn't find the words to respond; the intensity of his gaze had left me speechless.
Before I could even react, he reached for the ties of my blouse, undoing them with a quick, practiced motion. As the fabric loosened, I instinctively brought my hands up to cover myself, feeling suddenly shy and exposed. I hadn't worn a bra under the blouse, and now, with it slipping off my shoulders, I felt the heat of his gaze on my bare skin.
Devyansh's eyes darkened even more as he noticed my attempt to cover up. He stepped closer, his fingers gently but firmly taking hold of my wrists, pulling my hands away from my chest. "Don't hide from me, Ananya," he whispered, his voice both commanding and tender. "Tum meri ho, aur main tumhe poora dekhna chahta hoon."
With a soft tug, he slid the blouse off completely, letting it drop somewhere on the floor. His eyes roamed over my bare breasts, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin, making my breath hitch. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear, making me feel both shy and incredibly turned on.
"You're so beautiful, Ananya," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Yeh sab sirf mera hai... aur main tumhe aaj poora enjoy karne wala hoon." His words sent a shiver down my spine, my body reacting to the deep, husky tone of his voice. I couldn't help but tremble under his. gaze, feeling both vulnerable and completely captivated by him.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to my collarbone, and then lower. When his mouth finally found my breast, he didn't hold back, kissing and biting with a hunger that made my head spin. His mouth was rough, his tongue flicking over my sensitive skin, and when he sucked hard on one nipple, I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips.
"Tumhe yeh sab pasand hai na? Kitni soft ho tum, Ananya... Aur mera haat mai kitne perfect lag rahe hai,"
he whispered against my skin, his breath warm and teasing. His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing gently before his mouth returned to the other side, giving it the same rough, possessive attention.
Every kiss, every bite sent waves of pleasure through me, making it hard to think, to breathe. His touch was relentless, moving from my breasts to my stomach, then lower, his lips trailing hot kisses along the way. I could feel the heat building inside me, my body reacting to every word, every touch.
When his hands finally reached the string of my lehenga, he pulled it with a deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving mine. The fabric loosened around my waist, and with a soft whisper, it fell to the floor, leaving me standing there in nothing but my panties. The cool air against my bare skin made me shiver, but it was the way he looked at me that made my heart race.
"Look at you... so perfect, so mine," he whispered, his voice filled with both admiration and desire. His eyes raked over my nearly naked body, taking in every detail, every curve. The intensity of his gaze made me blush deeply, but there was no denying the way his words were affecting me, turning me on even more.
He stepped closer, his hand brushing over my waist before he leaned in, kissing me deeply again. His other hand slid down to my hips, gripping them firmly as he continued to kiss me with that same, unrelenting passion. I felt like I was melting under his touch, my body completely surrendering to him, the last remnants of nervousness dissolving in the heat of the moment.
His mouth moved lower again, trailing kisses down my body until he was kneeling in front of me, his eyes looking up at me with a smouldering intensity. He pressed his lips against my stomach, his hands sliding down to the waistband of my panties. "You're mine, Ananya and tonight, I'm going to make sure you never forget it," he whispered, his voice thick with promise.
As Devyansh knelt in front of me, his hands resting on my hips, he looked up at me with an intensity that made my breath catch. He slowly stood, his eyes never leaving mine, and before I could say a word, he captured my lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. His lips moved against mine with a hunger that left me breathless, and when his tongue slipped past my lips to tangle with mine, I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped my throat.
His kiss was overwhelming, taking control of every sense, every thought, until I was lost in the heat of the moment. His hands, however, were just as relentless as his mouth. One of them slid down, dipping into my panties without hesitation, his fingers brushino over my folds with a tırm, confident touch. The sudden contact made my legs go weak, and I instinctively clung to his shoulders, trying to steady myself as a rush of pleasure surged through me.
Sensing my reaction, Devyansh quickly wrapped his other arm around my waist, holding me close and supporting my weight as his fingers explored further. "You're so tight, Ananya... it's like you're made just for me," he whispered against my lips, his voice low and filled with a possessive pride that made my heart race even faster.
Without warning, he slid one finger. inside me, the sudden intrusion making me gasp, my body reacting instantly to the sensation. The feeling of his finger moving inside me, combined with the pressure of his thumb rubbing against my clit, was almost too much to bear. My legs trembled, my breathing quickened, and I felt like I might collapse from the sheer intensity of it all.
But Devyansh held me firmly, his arm around my waist keeping me steady as he began to slowly finger me, his movements deliberate and teasing. "So tight... and so wet for me," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear as he continued to work me over, each thrust of his finger sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I clung to him, my hands fisting in his shirt as I tried to ground myself in the midst of the overwhelming sensations. But he wasn't making it easy. His free hand slid up my back, tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer, his mouth returning to mine for another heated kiss. His tongue danced with mine, the kiss deepening as his finger inside me began to move faster, more insistent.
The combined intensity of his kiss and his touch was driving me wild, making it impossible to think about anything other than the pleasure building inside me. My body reacted to every movement, every word, as if he had complete control over me. "You feel so good, Ananya... you're perfect," he whispered against my lips, his voice filled with a raw, unfiltered desire that made me tremble.
As he continued to finger me, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body straining towards that release. Every thrust, every stroke of his thumb against my clit, was pushing me higher, and I was powerless to resist. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming me completely as I clung to him, my breathing becoming ragged.
Devyansh could feel it too-the way my body responded to him, the way I was falling apart in his arms. He tightened his grip on my waist, his fingers moving even faster, more determined, as if he wanted to push me over the edge. "Come for me, Ananya... let go," he whispered, his voice rough with need.
As Devyansh's fingers worked their magic, the pleasure overwhelmed me, and before I knew it, I was falling over the edge. My body tensed, a soft cry escaping my lips as I came, my legs trembling as the waves of ecstasy washed over me. Devyansh didn't stop, guiding me through the intense high until I was left breathless, clinging to him for support.
He gently pulled his fingers away, and I felt the warmth of his hands cup my face. His lips pressed soft kisses on my cheeks, my forehead, my eyelids everywhere, as if he was trying to comfort me, to bring me back down from the overwhelming sensations. "It's okay, jaan... I'm here," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that made my heart swell. "You're so beautiful, Ananya... I love you."
I felt a tear slip down my cheek, but it wasn't from sadness; it was from the overwhelming mix of emotions, the sheer intensity of what we had just shared. He noticed, of course, and gently wiped it away, his touch so soft and loving that it made me want to cry even more.
With a gentle smile, he led me to the bed, laying me down with care. I watched as he started to walk towards the bathroom, but a sudden wave of longing hit me. I didn't want him to leave; I needed him with me. Reaching out, I grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks.
"Where are you going?" I asked, my Voice small and filled with a nervous vulnerability.
He turned to look at me, his expression softening. "You're tired, Ananya... I don't want to push you. This should be enough for tonight," he said, his tone filled with concern.
But I didn't want him to stop. The need I felt for him was too strong. too overwhelming. "I want you, Devyansh... please," I whispered, sitting up on the bed and reaching for him. My hands were trembling as I started to unbutton his shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons in my nervousness.
He chuckled softly, watching me with amused affection as I struggled. "You're so cute when you're nervous," he teased, his voice filled with warmth. Then, seeing my frustration, he took over, quickly shedding his clothes until he stood naked before me, his gaze filled with a burning desire.
Seeing him like that made my breath catch, I could feel the blush creeping up my neck and cheeks, and before I knew it, I buried my face in the pillow, feeling too shy to look at him. But he just smiled, his eyes softening with affection.
"Ananya," he murmured, reaching for a condom and slipping it on with practiced ease. Then, he gently took hold of my neck, lifting my face to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with so much love and patience, it made my heart ache. "Look at me, jaan I'm here with you."
Slowly, he positioned himself above me, his movements careful and tender. "I'll be gentle, I promise," he. whispered as he began to enter me. The stretch was intense, making me gasp as tears welled up in my eyes. The discomfort was sharp, and I instinctively tightened my grip on him, unable to hold back the cry that escaped my lips.
Devyansh immediately noticed, stopping all movement as he leaned down to kiss away my tears. "Shh... it's okay, Ananya... I'm here. I won't hurt you," he whispered, his voice filled with concern as he stroked my hair, his thumb gently brushing against my cheek. "You're doing so well, jaan... just breathe."
His tenderness helped calm the storm inside me, the pain slowly easing as I adjusted to him. After a few moments, I found the courage to speak. "You can move now," I whispered, my voice trembling but filled with a quiet determination
He nodded, his movements slow and careful as he began to thrust gently. The discomfort was still there, but with each movement, the pain started to fade, replaced by a growing pleasure that made me gasp. Devyansh watched me closely, his eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort, and when he saw that I was okay, he began to move a little faster, his thrusts becoming more confident.
The pleasure built slowly, a soft warmth that spread through my body, making me moan softly. Devyansh's eyes darkened at the sound, a low groan escaping his throat as he thrust harder, more deliberately. "That's it, Ananya... let me hear you," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "You sound so beautiful when you moan... it drives me crazy."
Each thrust was more intense than the last, the pleasure building to a crescendo that made me lose all sense of time and place. My moans grew louder, more desperate, and each one seemed to spur Devyansh on, his movements becoming more urgent, more forceful.
His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer with each thrust, his breath coming in hot, ragged gasps against my skin. "You're mine, Ananya... all mine," he murmured, his voice thick with possessive desire as he claimed me completely. "No one else will ever have you like this... only me."
The intensity of his words, combined with the relentless pleasure, pushed me closer to the edge. I could feel myself spiralling, my body tightening as I approached that blissful release. Devyansh felt it too, his thrusts becoming more purposeful, more focused, as he drove us both towards the inevitable climax.
And when I finally broke, crying out his name as the pleasure washed over me, Devyansh followed right behind, his own release tearing through him as he moaned my name, his voice filled with raw emotion.