A/N :- R-18 . Skip if you don't want to read R 18
Keshav leaned in closer, his gaze locked onto hers. "You know," he murmured, his breath caressing her ear, "there's something I've been wanting to do all evening."
She swallowed, her pulse quickening. "What's that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Keshav's fingers traced along the curve of her neck, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You really have to ask?" he responded, his voice taking on a teasing, almost predatory edge.
She let out a shaky breath, her eyes flickering with anticipation. "Maybe I want to hear you say it," she whispered, her lips curving into a coy smile.
Keshav's gaze darkened, growing heated. His fingers continued their journey, moving to her clavicle, tracing the line of her collarbone, and then moving down to the buttons of her shirt. "You're playing with fire, princess," he warned, his voice a growl.
Her breath hitched as his fingers danced over her skin, the heat of his touch seeping through her clothing. "Am I now?" she murmured, a hint of challenge in her tone, but her eyes betrayed her excitement.
Keshav moved closer, closing what little distance remained between them. His body was now flush against hers, trapping her between him and the wall. His lips hovered millimeters from hers, his voice a low, teasing murmur, "You're testing limits you might not be ready for."
A flutter of excitement danced in her stomach, but she refused to back down. "Maybe I'm more ready than you think," she replied, a hint of teasing in her own voice. Her hands reached up to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles. "Or maybe you're just underestimating me."
Keshav's eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and desire. He chuckled, a dark, sexy sound. "You're something else," he said, his fingers pausing on the last button of her shirt, toying with it. "You have a mouth on you, and I'm starting to think I should do something about it."
She couldn't help but gulp at the implications in his words, the mix of excitement and nervousness making her tremble slightly. "Y-you think so?" she replied, her voice betraying a hint of hesitation, an undercurrent of excitement beneath it.
Keshav's hand finally undid the last button, his fingers sliding onto her bare skin underneath the open fabric. He moved even closer, his body pressing against hers, his lips now just a breath away from her ear. "Oh, I don't think so," he whispered, his voice dripping with sensual menace. "I know so."
A shiver ran through her, his words and touch igniting a fire within her. Her body responded involuntarily, her breath quickening, her fingers gripping his shoulders more tightly. "And what exactly do you plan to do about it?" she asked, a mix of defiance and desire in her voice.
Keshav's lips curled into a sinful smirk. "I plan to take away that sharp tongue of yours, princess," he said, his hand sliding down her side possessively. "I plan to make your words turn into nothing but moans."
The raw desire in his words sent a jolt of heat through her, her body responding with a wave of arousal. She tried to maintain her composure, a defiant spark still in her eyes. "You think you can manage that?" she challenged, her voice trembling with anticipation.
His hand moved lower, the tips of his fingers finding the waistband of her pants. "I know I can," he replied, his voice a low, confident rumble. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of it."
Her mind was swirling with a mix of anticipation and submission. She felt vulnerable, but it only added to the thrill. The intensity in his gaze and the possessive touch of his hands were overwhelming her. Her breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "You talk a big game," she murmured, a hint of challenge in her voice. "Prove it."
Keshav's eyes darkened at her challenge, his breath growing heavier. He moved his face even closer, capturing her gaze with an intense stare. "Oh, princess, you're playing a dangerous game," he whispered, his lips a mere millimeter from hers. "But if you insist on being disobedient, I suppose I'll have no choice but to discipline you."
The combination of his words and his nearness was intoxicating. She was caught between a desire to give in to him fully and to continue defying his control. "And what if I don't yield so easily?" she asked, her voice a breathy whisper.
Keshav's lips curved into a satisfied smirk. "Then I'll simply have to break you," he murmured, his voice dripping with a mix of promise and warning. "But deep down, I think you want that, don't you? You want to be completely at my mercy, begging for more."
His words sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding to his dominance in ways she couldn't control. "You're so arrogant," she retorted, her voice trembling with need. "Assuming you know what I want better than I do."
Keshav's thumb traced the curve of her hip, his touch burning hot. "Oh, I know you better than you know yourself," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Because I can see the way your body responds to me, the way your breaths quicken, your skin heats up. You may deny it with words, but your body betrays your true desires."
She hated that he was right, that her body was giving away her needs so easily. A small whine escaped her as his touch continued to roam over her body. "You're infuriating," she murmured, her voice filled with both anger and arousal.
"And you're stubborn," he replied, his lips hovering just above the sensitive skin of her neck. "But don't worry, princess, I'll have you begging in no time." He began to kiss along her neck, his lips and teeth teasing and nipping at her skin.
She arched her back involuntarily, her head tilting to give him better access. His touch was driving her crazy, and despite her initial resistance, she found herself surrendering to the sensations he was igniting in her. A soft moan escaped her lips, betraying her growing submission.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice filled with approval. "Let me hear you, princess. Let me hear those gorgeous moans." His mouth continued its path down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
She couldn't help but let out another moan as his mouth moved lower, his lips and tongue tracing over her collarbone. Her hands clenched onto his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh, trying to maintain some control.
"You taste so good," he growled, his hand moving up to her hair, tangling in the golden locks. With a firm grip, he tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him even more. "I could devour you right now."
His words sent a rush of heat through her, her body responding with a wave of pleasure. She was teetering on the edge, torn between her desire to give in and her pride in resisting. But his touch and his words were slowly breaking down her defenses, eroding her resistance until she was quivering in his grasp. "Please," she whimpered, her voice a ragged whisper.
Keshav could feel the crack in her resolve, her plea like music to his ears. "Please, what?" he asked, his voice a low, commanding tone. He nipped at her earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. "Use your words, princess. Tell me what you want."
Her breath hitched as his words and touch drove her wilder. She was starting to lose herself in the sensations, her desire overcoming her sense of defiance. "You," she gasped, her voice trembling. "I want you. I need you."
He pulled back slightly, his eyes raking over her face, taking in her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the utter surrender in her gaze. "Such a naughty girl," he murmured, his voice filled with both praise and arousal. "But I think you deserve one more lesson in discipline before I give you what you want."
She groaned, her body thrumming with a mix of frustration and excitement. The mixture of pleasure and pain was driving her crazy, her thoughts swirling in a haze of desire and confusion. "You're going to drive me insane," she gasped, her eyes locked on his, silently imploring him to give her the release her body craved.
Keshav smirked at her expression, relishing the power he had over her. "That's the idea," he replied, his hand sliding back down her side, his fingers slipping underneath the waistband of her pants. "I want you begging and panting, your mind lost in pleasure."
Her breath hitched as his hand moved lower, her body responding to his touch with a surge of heat. She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat as his fingers brushed over the sensitive skin of her stomach. Her head titled back, her eyes closing involuntarily as her body arched into his touch.
"Look at you," he whispered, his lips hovering just above her ear. "So responsive, so eager. But I'm not finished with you yet." His hand moved lower, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through her. "I want to hear you, princess. I want to hear you moan for me."
She couldn't hold back the moans that slipped from her lips, her body quivering under Keshav's touch. Her mind was spiralling, reason and logic fading away, leaving only the raw, primal need for more. She found herself unable to form words, her thoughts replaced by a desperate need.
Keshav relished her moans, the sounds of her pleasure fueling his own desire. His hand continued its path lower, his touch teasing and gentle. He wanted to push her to the brink, to make her beg and plead, but the heat in his own body was growing stronger. His eyes darkened with a mixture of need and domination.
Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive and tingling. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of surrender, torn between her natural defiant nature and the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins. Her breaths were reduced to ragged gasps, her body arching into his touch, silently pleading for more.
Keshav's lips curled into a smirk at her responsiveness, the sounds of her pleasure driving him wild. "You're so close, princess," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "So close to giving in completely. But you're not there just yet." His hand moved lower, his touch suddenly rougher, hungrier.
She cried out, her body bucking involuntarily. His touch was rougher now, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that sent waves of heat coursing through her body. He was driving her wild, pushing her further and further towards the edge, all the while demanding more from her. She was drowning, losing herself in the sensations, drowning in the sensations. She wanted more, needed more, and he knew it.
Keshav could feel her starting to unravel, her body trembling beneath his touch, her moans growing louder. He moved close, his body pressing against hers, his hand still moving with a possessive touch. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice a possessive rumble. "You're mine to do with as I wish. And I plan to make you scream my name."
His words sent a shiver through her, a mixture of excitement and a hint of trepidation. She knew he was in control, that he held the power to drive her wild and break her apart. But despite the fear, she also felt an undeniable excitement, a desire to surrender completely to his will. Her mind was a whirlwind of need and submission, her body trembling at his touch.
Her mind raced, her thoughts reduced to one single overwhelming desire: to be completely his. "Please," she gasped, her voice a trembling whimper. "Please, I can't take much more."
Keshav's lips curled into a satisfied smirk. "Begging already, princess?" he murmured, his hand suddenly slowing, the touch now a torturous tease. "I'm not sure you're desperate enough yet."
She let out a whine, the sudden change in pace leaving her feeling even more desperate. Her body was trembling, her mind a mess of tangled thoughts and raw sensations. She couldn't think straight, her thoughts completely focused on him and the pleasure he was denying her. "Please," she gasped again, her voice cracking with need. "I'll do anything, anything you want. Just please, I need more."
Keshav felt a surge of satisfaction at her words. Her obedience, her neediness, it was a heady combination that only fueled his own desires. "Anything, huh?" he murmured, his hand moving over her thighs, teasing and caressing. "And what if I want everything?"
Her body reacted to his touch, her thoughts a whirlwind of yeses and absolutely everything. She couldn't think straight, her only focus was on the sensations he was igniting in her. She wanted to give him everything, to be completely his, to surrender to his will. "Yes," she gasped, her voice filled with need. "Everything, just please..."
Keshav's eyes darkened at her response, his desire for her only growing stronger. He knew he had her at his mercy, and he was going to take full advantage of it. "Say it again," he commanded, his voice a rough growl. "Tell me you're mine."
She felt a rush of excitement at the commanding tone in his voice, her body responding instinctively to his demand. "I'm yours," she panted, the words escaping her in a breathless rush. "I'm yours, completely and utterly. Please, I need you."
He let out a low, guttural groan at her words, the dominant side of him swelling with satisfaction. He'd never seen her like this before, so desperate, so obedient. And he relished every second of it. "That's right, princess," he murmured, his hand moving higher, his touch becoming rougher, more demanding. "You belong to me now."
Her body was on autopilot at this point, her mind blank except for the overwhelming need to please him. She was completely his, body and soul. "I belong to you," she whimpered, her voice breaking with need. "I'm yours to do with as you please."
Keshav's grip on her tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his desire for her reached new heights. "You're making it so hard to hold back," he growled, his voice filled with lust. "You're like a drug, and I can't get enough."
Her body trembled at his words, her arousal growing even stronger. She wanted him to lose control, to give in to his primal needs. "Then don't hold back," she gasped, her voice filled with raw need. "Take me, claim me. I'm yours."
Keshav's control snapped at her words. He couldn't hold back anymore; he needed her, needed to claim her in every way possible. He crushed her against him, his mouth crashing down on hers, his touch possessive and hungry.
Her mind spiralled, her body completely taken over by the overwhelming sensations. She'd never experienced anything like this before, her entire being consumed by him. She returned his kisses with the same fervor, her body molding against his, submitting to his touch.
There was no thought, no words, just wild sensations and primal need. Keshav claimed her body, every touch and kiss branding her as his. He took her with a fervor that left her breathless, his own control hanging by a thread. She was his now, completely and utterly, and he was determined to make sure she knew it.
She was lost in him, her body and soul consumed by his touch. She'd never felt so overwhelmed, so completely at someone's mercy, but it was the most liberating feeling. She'd given him everything, surrendered completely, and she knew she'd never be the same again.
"You're mine." His possessive words sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding instinctively to his claim. "You'll always be mine," he growled, his touch becoming rougher as he laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers, his weight a delicious heat against her.
She felt completely surrounded by him, enveloped in his touch and his scent. She was completely lost in the sensations, her body trembling as he took possession of her, his fingers and lips exploring every inch of her. She whimpered at his touch, her mind a whirl of desire and submission. "Yes," she gasped, her voice quivering with need. "All yours. Always."
With those words, any shred of control left Keshav, his body and mind completely consumed by his need for her. He claimed her with a feral intensity, his touch demanding and possessive, his body moving over hers in a dominant rhythm.
She was completely at his mercy, her body trembling and arching into his touch, her mind a whirlwind of sensation. She'd given herself to him completely, and there was no going back. She was lost in him, consumed by his desire and his power, feeling utterly possessed and yet utterly loved.
He was relentless, his touch everywhere, his body claiming hers with a primal need. He was completely lost in her, his mind a whirlwind of sensation and desire. He took her with a fervor that left her breathless, his possessive grip on her body making it clear that she was completely his. Soon he cummed in her. She gasped, her body shuddering with the aftershocks of their passion. Her breath was ragged, and she was completely drained, her mind a hazy mess of pleasure and contentment. She was spent, completely and utterly spent, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She was his, and he was hers, and in that moment nothing else mattered.
He held her close, his own breaths ragged as he came down from the intensity of their encounter. He wrapped his arms around her, his touch now gentle and protective. He'd never experienced anything like this before, such a primal, overwhelming desire, but he knew he didn't want to ever let it go.
"You're mine," he murmured into her ear, his voice still rough with emotion. "Completely and utterly mine." She could hear the possessive note in his voice, and despite the slight pang of worry from the words, she also couldn't help but feel comforted by them. She knew he would protect her, possess her, and love her in a way she had never experienced before.
She snuggled closer to him, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of their intensity. "All yours," she whispered in response, her voice thick with emotion. "Now and forever."
He held her closer still, his grip on her unyielding. "That's right," he murmured, nuzzling her neck softly. "Forever." He meant it, he realized. He was completely and utterly in love with her, in a way he'd never felt before. It was a thought that should have scared him, but instead it only seemed to strengthen his resolve.
She closed her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. Despite the possessive element of his words, she found herself feeling a sense of comfort and security in them. She trusted him, knew he would never hurt her, and that knowledge was more powerful than anything. "I love you," she whispered into his chest, the words slipping out unbidden but completely sincere.
Keshav wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest. He could feel her breathing, deep and even, a gentle rhythm that soothed his own heartbeat. He buried his face in her hair, the scent of her skin filling his senses. He'd claimed her, made her his, but in this moment of vulnerability, he also felt a deep sense of contentment.
They fell asleep like that, her body nestled into his, their limbs entwined in a tender embrace. In the silence of the night, they were alone together, shielded from the world and its troubles. For now, they simply existed in each other's arms, the world outside forgotten.