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"Mirrie, I don't want to rush things, but I also don't want to waste any more time. I want to be with you, to share my life with you. If you are ready, I would like us to take this journey together, one step at a time."

Zada's heart swelled with emotion as she squeezed his hand, tears of happiness glistening in her eyes.

"Amar, I am ready. I am ready to take that step with you. I want to see where this journey leads us."

They leaned in closer, their lips meeting in a gentle, sweet kiss that sealed their unspoken commitment to each other.

The sweet kiss soon turned into something intense and passionate. The chemistry between them was so tangible they could taste it.

"Take your hair down, Mirrie.." Amar mumbled, as he peppered kisses down the column of her throat.

She reached behind her, as if in a dream and pulled her hair loose. It fell around her shoulder in waves. He reached out, taking a long strand and twining it around his fingers.

"Your hair is amazing..."

He tugged her even closer. Zada's legs were like jelly. He slid the hand holding her hair around her neck, his thumb over the pulse that was hammering against her skin. He tipped her jaw up.

"Touch me."

Zada lifted her hands and put them on Amar's chest, felt his hair scratching her palms, his skin warm and alive. Muscles tensed under her fingers. Suddenly there wasn't enough oxygen in the room, even though Zada felt a faint breeze coming from an open window."

And the deeper the kiss got, the hungrier she became.

It was as if she'd been starved her whole life until this moment. His hand was in her hair again now, tugging her head back to allow him more access, and Zada moved closer, seeking more contact.

She was responding instinctively, from a primal place of need...

She was hesitant and soft at first, and then becoming bolder. Her responses ignited his senses like no other woman ever had, blasting apart any jadedness.

Her body was quivering against his like a taut bow. Full breasts were pressed against his chest, and he itched to explore her curves, explore every womanly inch of her.

He found the front of her shirt, his hands uncharacteristically inexpert, and undid the buttons, pushing the shirt apart.

He pulled back from her mouth and opened his eyes, groaned softly. Her eyes were still closed, lashes long and dark on her cheeks, and her mouth was plump and pink.

She opened her eyes and it took a second for them to focus on him.

Desire wound tight as a drum inside Amar. He looked down and stopped breathing. Her breasts were full and high. Encased in lace. Her waist was small and her hips curvy.

"Amar... I do want this... I want you." A sense of desperation made her say.

His eyes grew darker. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders, down her arms, and it fell to the floor. Zada kicked off her shoes, undid the button on her jeans and pushed them down, stepping out of them.

Now she wore only her underwear, and Amar's gaze travelled down over her body in a slow and thorough appraisal. Her hands itched and she clenched them into fists. She'd never felt so needy in her life.

With a brisk economy of movement Amar shed the rest of his clothes until he was naked.

Zada looked down and gulped. He was hard. Thick and long.

"Touch me, Mirrie."

She wanted to. But suddenly she was shy.

She reached out and traced a finger down his length, over a throbbing vein. She heard a low moan. Was it her or him? She couldn't think straight. She wanted to wrap her hand around him.

"I am feeling a little underdressed here...' He took her wrist and said, in a choked-sounding voice.

Zada looked up at him. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around, undoing her bra and letting it fall forward and off. He tugged her panties over her hips and down. They fell to her feet.

Her breathing was so shallow now she felt dizzy. No one had ever seen her as naked as this.

"Turn around, Mirrie."

Slowly she turned around, eyes down. She heard Amar's indrawn breath. She bit her lip, saw his hand come into her line of vision.

He cupped a breast, feeling its weight. His thumb traced the areola around her nipple and it stood to attention. Tight and hard.

Zada bit her lip so hard she could taste blood. It was excruciatingly intense, the sensation rushing through her body. She had never expected it could be like this— slow, exploratory... Torturous in the most pleasurable way.

She looked up at Amar. His eyes were heavy-lidded. Cheeks flushed.

She tried to articulate what she was feeling.

"I can't... I need..." She fumbled with words.

He looked at her, his hand closing over her plump flesh, trapping her nipple between two fingers. Zada reached out, her hands landing on his biceps. She had to hold on to something. She was drowning.

"I need...you. More..."

Amar took his hand from her breast and Zada almost cried out. He led her over to the wide bed.

He came down on the bed beside her, and the clamour of needy voices in her head stopped when he covered her mouth with his again. He explored her with his hands, finding curves she hadn't even been aware of. His mouth moved down, leaving a trail of fire in its wake as he came closer and closer to where she ached most for him to explore: the throbbing points of her breasts.

When his mouth closed over one, encasing it in hot, sucking heat, she arched her back helplessly. Her hands were buried in his hair as he moved from one to the other, his hands plumping her breasts even more.

When he moved downwards Zada was panting. He settled his body between her legs, opening her up to him. She had never been more exposed, or so much at someone else's mercy, and yet she felt no sense of vulnerability or insecurity. Only a sense of wonder and awe.

He looked up at her and she could only describe the expression on his face as wicked— just before he dipped his head and she felt his mouth on her— right there— at the most intimate part of her body.

Zada's hands, no longer in Amar's hair, found the sheets and gripped them as he mercilessly demonstrated his skill. At one point the feeling was so intense she tried to close her thighs, but he kept them open. He put a hand on her belly, as if to soothe her, while his tongue explored her with a thoroughness that left her dizzy.

Everything inside her was winding tighter and tighter, bringing her to an edge. And then, with a rush, she tipped over the edge, her whole body spasming as a huge wave of pleasure undulated out from the centre of her being. She hadn't expected it to be so violent— like a force rushing through her body that she couldn't hope to contain. A force outside her control.

She looked up, dazed, as Amar loomed over her. She'd heard the sound of foil ripping and looked down now, to see that he'd sheathed himself with protection. Her muscles quivered with renewed desire.

Already. What was happening to her? She was insatiable.

Amar looked at her.

"You Are unbelievably responsive. Do you know what a turn-on that is?"

Zada couldn't speak. She could only shake her head. Amar moved between her legs and his thighs pushed hers apart a little more. She instinctively shifted, welcoming him into the cradle of her body, still sensitive after the rush of pleasure but already aching for more.

Amar looked down at her, and then he slid an arm around her back, arching her up to him while at the same time guiding himself into her body, pushing deep in one cataclysmic thrust.

Zada gasped, clutching at his arms, eyes wide as she absorbed the sensation of his body joining with hers.

Amar went still, letting her adjust to his hugeness.

"Mirrie, are you okay? Am I hurting you?" He asked softly.

Reacting on pure instinct, she wrapped her legs around his hips, which deepened his thrust inside her.

"Please, don't stop..."

The sting of pain was fading as Amar's body pulsed inside hers. She could have cried with relief when he started to move out and then moved back in. She welcomed him, her body flowing and adapting around his as an instinctive rhythm caught their bodies up in its timeless dance.

Amar held her thigh against him as his thrusts became harder, deeper, faster. And Zada could only cling on as the storm leapt and danced within her, whirling her higher and higher into a vortex of gathering pleasure that she couldn't escape. Didn't want to escape.

Her body arched up into Amar's as tension held her taut for a long moment, the pinnacle beckoning, making her desperate for release. And then it broke, hurling her high over and over again, not letting her catch her breath as her whole being pulsated and throbbed in the aftermath.

Amar pulled her into his arms and they were taking quick and shallow breaths in the aftermath of their first union.

"That was incredible.." Amar said, pressing a tender kiss on her forehead.

He removed the condom and disposed it into the small trash can by the bed and took a few tissues from the bedside table and helped clean her and himself. They were too tired to move out of the bed.

Amar pulled the blanket over themselves and Zada snuggled into his sides, her body still thrumming with the sensations she encountered for the very first time in her life.

They heard some sound coming from the living room and Zada tense.

"Oh god! I think Khushi and Neha returned. What if they find us like this?" Zada asked, sitting upright and keeping the blanket close to her bosom.

Before either of them could take a step, the door burst open.

Zahir and Zian stood there, with eyes wide open in shock.

"What the hell!"

A/N

Ah! Didn't want to skip out on this chapter. The confrontation scene will come next, I promise. No more delay in that.

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