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The chapter is super spicy. If you are uncomfortable or don't like to read it, please feel free to skip it.

Aahana Agnihotri 

My body was an inferno of desire as Adarsh's mouth crushed my lips, his stubble scratching against my skin. He tasted of scotch and pure, unadulterated lust, sending me into a frenzy of carnal need. His kiss was relentless, and the way his tongue slid against mine ignited every nerve in my body with a fierce pleasure that I couldn't resist.

Kissing had never been my thing, but with Adarsh, it was like a drug that I couldn't get enough of. It consumed my every thought, and I found myself craving the feeling of his lips on mine. His hands roamed my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

I moaned into his mouth as his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer to him. He tugged on my hair, tilting my head back to deepen our kiss, and I could feel the blood rushing to my head. His other hand slid down my body, cupping my breast through my dress and squeezing it roughly. I gasped when he suddenly turned to face away from him.

A sly growl escaped his throat, rough and low. "You like that, don't you?" His teeth grazed the tender skin of my neck just before his hardened length brushed against my lower back. "You're so fucking responsive to my touch."

His cocky arrogance was precisely why I refused to sleep with him in the past. However, tonight he had managed to bait me by tapping into my inquisitiveness. My breathing shortened as his nimble fingers lowered the strap of my dress, exposing my shoulder.

"Are we just going to play these boring foreplay games? Because it's really turning me off," I tried to keep my voice steady, but moans kept spilling out as he kissed the spot where my neck met with my shoulder.

His hand found its way past the high split in my dress, and I obediently spread my legs for him as his fingers danced along my inner thighs. He teasingly grazed me through my thong, and a wicked chuckle filled the air. "You are turned off alright." With ease, he located the zipper hidden on the side of my dress. It had been a struggle to don this tight outfit earlier, but Adarsh made it seem effortlessly simple as the fabric slithered down my body and pooled around my feet.

Now clad only in a red thong and high heels, I met his gaze in the glass, his sudden intake of breath signaling his arousal. Pride swelled within me at the knowledge that I was the one stirring these emotions in him.

He pressed me closer against the glass, its frosty surface causing my nipples to harden even more. He toyed with the gold chain resting on my waist before I pushed back against him, grinding myself against his evident arousal. A deep moan erupted from his lips as our bodies melded together ever so slightly – I realized with satisfaction that we could both indulge in this tantalizing game.

"Tell me, butterfly," he murmured into my ear while massaging my breast. His fingertips pinched and twisted at my nipples, coaxing another groan from me as pain intertwined with pleasure. "Did you wear this dress for me?"

"You wish I thought about you," I lied, knowing deep down that perhaps he had crossed my mind while selecting the perfect outfit or applying lipstick earlier that night. Seeing traces of it smeared around his mouth and chin only fueled my growing desire.

"Liar," he chided, amusement laced in his voice. His lips traced a path down the side of my neck, alternating between delicate bites and licks as his fingers continued teasing my nipples.

I let out a frustrated moan and pressed my head against his shoulder as I slid my hand beneath the thin fabric of my thong. A soft moan escaped me when I felt just how wet I had become. But before I could give myself any relief, Adarsh forcefully pulled my hand away.

"What the fuck?" I snapped, looking over my shoulder to glare at him. Unfazed, he brought my hand to his lips and sensually sucked each finger clean, swirling his tongue around them with enough pressure that I could feel it pulsing through me and pooling at my aching core.

"Do you want to come, butterfly?" he whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. He tugged at my waist chain, the metal biting into my skin just enough to cause a delicious ache.

"Obviously, you asshole," I snapped. "And if you can't make me, then say the words and I'll just do it myself."

The jerk had the audacity to smile. "Oh, I can make you come, butterfly. You just have to beg me."

"What?" I managed to ask, lost in the sensation of his touch.

His hands and mouth roaming over my body, exploring every inch of my skin with a possessive hunger. I could feel the heat emanating from his body, the hard planes of his chest pressed against my back as he whispered dirty words into my ear. "Beg me to make you come. Say please," he said, as his fingers deftly removed my thong. The soft rustle of the fabric falling to the floor echoed in the room along with our ragged breaths.

"Fuck you," I managed to say, grinding my teeth together in frustration.

"Patience, baby. We'll get to that as soon as you say please," he teased, continuing his delicious torment. He turned me around again and before I could react, his hot mouth enveloped my nipple. He teased it with his tongue, sucking and lightly biting before turning his attention to the other nipple. The coil in my lower belly tightened more and more with each tender caress.

As Adarsh moved his mouth lower, leaving a trail of kisses down my body, he dropped to his knees and playfully bit the gold chain resting on my waist. He liked my chain, it only added to the intensity of what was building within me.

Roughly, he spread my legs apart and hungrily devoured the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, licking away my wetness. I let out a moan as he lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder, giving him unrestricted access to my most intimate area. My body trembled with need as I shamelessly gyrated against his face, desperately craving more. The first lick of his tongue sent shivers down my spine and I held onto his hair tightly for support. Despite the strain on my calves from standing in these heels, I couldn't resist the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through me with each flick of his tongue.

His tongue flattened against my entrance, gliding smoothly along my sensitive skin. I could feel the heat of his breath on my inner thighs as he teased me with a few gentle strokes below my clit. My body arched towards him, desperate for more.

Lust turned to frustration and I grabbed his head, pulling him towards where I needed him. "Just make me come," I said breathlessly, grinding against his face with wild abandon.

"Come on, Aahana," he said, his hot breath against my wetness. I shuddered and pressed my body closer against his tongue. "You can do better than that. Beg and I'll make you come harder than you have in your life," he promised, sliding one finger into me, then another while his lips caressed my sensitive nub. But I remained stubbornly silent, trying to hold out a little longer. I was already on the brink of pleasure, just needing that final push...

"No!" I cried out in frustration when he pulled away and slowed down his movements, teasing me to the brink of insanity. He knew exactly what he was doing, that jerk!

He stared up at me from where he was sitting. Keeping his eyes locked on me, he once again put his mouth where I wanted. Licking me slowly. I moaned at the erotic sight. I pulled his hair hard enough to cause pain but he simply continued focusing on torturing me.

"Please," I managed to say, my legs wobbly. I thought he would tease me or force me to say the word again, but he did neither. His hands moved my ass as he pulled me closer.  He spread my wetness over his fingers and plunged into me harshly. He curled them up slightly to reach for that spot only I had managed to find. He rubbed against it back and forth as he rolled his tongue across my clit. My hips shifted against my fingers. "Oh God," I managed to say, circling my waist and riding his face, my stomach quivering. Sweat beads formed between my shoulder blades with exertion.

Finally, with a cry, I fell over the cliff he has left me standing on for a long time. My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my muscles clenching and releasing as I rode out the pleasure. I was sure I would have fallen if it weren't for him holding me up. When it was over, I sagged against the glass, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I tried to catch my breath. Adarsh stood up, a satisfied smirk on his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The weight of his body pressed down on mine, and I could feel every inch of his clothed form against my bare skin. "This was just my tongue and fingers," he said into my ear, his fingers tightening on my hips. "Imagine how good I can make you feel when I fuck you."

My mind was still reeling from the earth-shattering orgasm as I tried to form a coherent response.  My fingers fumbled as I struggled to undo his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against mine. But they seemed to have a mind of their own, refusing to cooperate. "Take it off," I demanded, frustrated. "And if you ask me to say please, I'll walk out of this room."

He teased, slowly unbuttoning his shirt with a devilish grin. My impatience grew and I grabbed at the fabric, tearing it open in a frenzy. His laughter filled the room as he discarded his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest covered in a light dusting of hair.

"You like what you see?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I have seen better," I taunted. In an instant, his muscular arms were wrapped around me, locking them above my head. I had found his weakness and fully intended on using it. I gasped as his mouth crashed onto mine with an intense hunger. My moans were muffled by his insistent kisses as he expertly maneuvered his tongue past my lips, making me taste myself on him. With one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground, effortlessly carrying me towards the bed.

He pressed me back onto the softness of the bed, his hands firm on my shoulders. I leaned back on my elbows, captivated by his movements as he slowly unzipped his pants and let them fall to the ground, followed by his boxers. His cock jutted out, huge and hard, making my thighs clench in anticipation.

I tapped his chiseled chest with the pointed heel of my stiletto while he gazed down at me with a hunger in his eyes. One by one, he removed my high heels, tracing kisses along my legs. "Do you know how insanely sexy you looked wearing only these as you moaned and begged to come on my tongue?" he whispered, placing soft kisses along my calves.

"Such a typical male," I murmured, already squirming on the bed as he moved to kiss the sensitive skin behind my knee. Suddenly, I let out a surprised cry as he nipped at the inside of my thigh.

"Do you not remember what I said about mentioning another man?" he asked, licking away the sting of his bite.

I couldn't help but scoff at his arrogance and I swiftly flipped us over, straddling him with my hips pressed firmly against his. His eyes were filled with desire, dark and hungry as he took in the sight of me above him. The feeling of power and control was intoxicating, and I reveled in it.

My fingers grasped his hardened length, feeling the pulsing heat of his arousal beneath my touch. He let out a guttural moan, his head thrown back in pleasure as I began to stroke him, my movements slow and tantalizing. The veins on his shaft stood out, throbbing with need, and I could feel the pre-cum beading at the tip. I ran my thumb over it, spreading the wetness and eliciting a groan from him.

I relished in the sight of him losing control, his eyes fluttering shut and a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He bit his bottom lip, trying to hold back the sounds of pleasure that threatened to escape. With a sly smile, I tightened my grip and picked up the pace, moving my hand faster and faster up and down his length. He gasped and bucked his hips.

I wanted to make him beg for me like he had made me beg for him earlier, but the intense craving to feel him inside me was too much to resist. I pulled my hand away from him, a smirk playing on my lips as he frowned and opened his eyes. Without wasting any time, I grabbed the package of condom and expertly ripped it open. I slid it down his shaft, taking my time to run my fingers along every inch of him.

Finally ready, I sank onto him, slowly accepting him inch by inch until he was buried fully inside me. A delicious feeling of fullness washed over me and we both groaned in unison. Adarsh's hands gripped onto my hips guiding my movements as I rocked against him with increasing fervor.

I tilted my head back and ran my fingers through my hair, putting on a show for him as I sensually circled my hips around his. His eyes drank in the sight of me, while his fingers dug possessively into my flesh. "God, yes," he growled, his grip tightening as our bodies moved in sync under the dim light.

Desperate for a way to steady myself. I reached for the headboard, gripping it tightly with both hands. The pleasure building inside me was almost unbearable and I needed leverage to push through it. With my new position, my breasts hovered tantalizingly close to his mouth and he wasted no time latching onto one nipple with his lips and tongue, while his skilled fingers teased and pinched the other. The intense sensations shot through me like electricity, causing me to cry out in ecstasy.

Our rhythm continued to intensify, the pressure building inside me becoming almost unbearable. I fought to hold off my climax - not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me undone so quickly - but then his fingers found their way to my clitoris and he moaned my name. Not his annoying nickname for me. But my name: Aahana. All resistance crumbled. My body spasmed as I came hard, collapsing onto him in a wave of pure pleasure and surrender.

He gently brushed my tangled hair behind my ear, his fingers cool and soothing against my flushed skin. As he held my chin in tender fingers, a small chuckle escaped his lips before he leaned in to press them against mine in a sweet kiss. My heart fluttered at the touch, my body responding to him in ways I couldn't control.

But then, with a sudden change in tone and expression, he whispered deeply into my ear, "On all fours, baby." The command took me by surprise, but the thrill of excitement that ran through me was undeniable. With little energy left, I managed to comply because I never back down from a challenge.

Without warning, he slammed into me and the force of his thrusts tore a cry from my throat. He slammed into me without warning and tore a cry from my throat. He began thrusting into me, setting a relentless pace inside me, each thrust deeper and faster than the last.

Desperate to make him come undone, I tightened my internal muscles around him each time he pushed into me. He groaned at the sensation, his movements growing more frantic as he pressed his chest against my slick back. The roughness of his skin against mine only heightened the sensations coursing through me, pushing me over the edge once more.

With a firm grip on my hair, he pulled my head back and demanded, "Say my name."

"Adarsh," I breathed out. The sound of his name on my lips seemed to only fuel his passion. With a groan, he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts.

He brought my face down to the mattress and lifted my hips higher. "Adarsh," I repeated again and again until finally, with a frenzied pace, he finally growled his release. We both toppled over, exhausted, breathless.

Never had I experienced something like this. The raw intensity of the moment seared through my veins, every nerve ending alive and crackling with electricity. Most of my sexual encounters had been hazy affairs, shrouded in the fog of alcohol or dulled by the numbing embrace of some substance. But this - this was different.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I was fully conscious, achingly present in my own mind and body. Every touch, every breath, every subtle shift of skin against skin registered with startling clarity. My heart pounded in my chest painfully. The sound of his harsh breathing against my ear was both calming and frightening.

This had nothing to do with Adarsh. Nothing at all. It was all just the result of finally, truly being present in my own body. I would have experienced the same connection and intensity with anyone. Even with Sagar.

As I caught my breath, I immediately tried to wriggle free from under him so I could leave. "Adarsh, you are squishing me," I hissed again, feeling smothered by his weight.

"Sorry," he mumbled, rolling off me with a breathless exhale. His chest heaved, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. He reached out, fingers grazing my arm in an attempt to pull me closer, but I flinched away, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.

My legs were still a bit shaky as I abruptly stood.

"What are you doing?" he asked, propping himself up on one elbow. His free hand raked through his tousled hair.

"Getting dressed so I can go to my own room," I said, my fingers fumbling with the zipper of my dress. After a few futile attempts, I gave up, leaving it half-open. My room was just next door anyway, and the odds of encountering anyone in the hallway at this hour were slim. I crouched down, snatching my heels from where he had tossed them earlier.

"Why?" A note of incredulity crept into his voice. "Considering the things we did on this bed, I would say it's pretty big for both of us." His hand swept across the empty space beside him as an invitation.

I straightened, tossing my hair back and meeting his gaze with a steely one of my own. "I don't fuck the same man twice," I said, my tone clipped and final. I had already made the mistake with Rohit and don't plan on adding Adarsh to that list. "And now with tonight, you're officially out of my system."

His lips curled into a smile that was equal parts challenge and seduction. The look in his eyes sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. "It's adorable that you believe one night is all it'll take to get me out of your 'system'," his voice a low, dangerous rumble.