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ADVAY'S POV:

I can't do this alone anymore. I need her. I need the comfort only she can give—the way her presence somehow makes everything feel less suffocating.

But after the fight we had... does she even want to see me right now? Am I being selfish, running to her because I can't handle this on my own?

I can barely keep my eyes on the road. My thoughts keep circling back to my new title: CEO of Kapoor Industries. How did I end up here? What if I'm just pretending, acting like I'm capable when I'm not?

Why would they trust me with something this massive? What if I make one wrong decision and everything falls apart?

My grip on the steering wheel tightens until my knuckles turn white.

"Calm the fuck down, Advay," I mutter to myself. But my mind refuses to listen, filling with doubts. What would she think if she saw this version of me—uncertain, afraid? Would she think I'm weak?

I take a deep breath. "No, she won't judge me... I need her, and I'm going to her. Screw everything else."

As soon as I park, the weight of it all seems to bear down on me. I need her embrace, her arms around me, grounding me in a way nothing else can. She's the only thing that makes sense in the middle of this chaos.

I rush to the elevator, barely registering anything around me. Each second stretches painfully, my anxiety climbing with each floor. Is it fair to lay this on her, to expect her to calm the storm I can't control?

Finally, I'm at her door, pressing the bell over and over as doubts gnaw at me. What if she's still furious? What if she doesn't open the door? Do I even deserve her comfort after everything?

Then, the door swings open, and there she is, her face a mix of confusion and surprise. She takes a moment, just looking at me, and I see a flicker of emotion—something soft, maybe even concerned.

Without a word, I pull her into my arms, clinging to her like she's the only thing keeping me steady. I can't find the words to explain the turmoil inside me, but she doesn't pull away. She lets me sink into her warmth, her scent easing the storm raging within.

"Advay? Are you okay?" she murmurs, her voice gentle, like a balm to my raw nerves.

And somehow, in that moment, all the questions, the fears, the weight pressing on me—everything begins to fade. Her touch silences the doubts clawing at me, grounding me in a way I hadn't known I needed. She makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, I don't have to carry this alone.

She holds me tighter, as if she understands everything I can't put into words.

"Advay..." she whispers softly, her fingers tracing calming circles over my shoulders. "What's going on? Talk to me."

My throat feels tight, the words lodged somewhere deep inside me. How do I even begin to explain the weight pressing down on my chest, the fear of failing, of not being enough?

I pull back just slightly, enough to look into her eyes. There's no judgment there—only concern and patience. And that's what breaks me. The dam I've been holding back for so long begins to crack, and all the frustration and insecurity start to slip out.

"I... I don't know if I can do this," I finally admit, my voice barely a whisper. "I feel like I'm drowning, and everyone keeps looking to me to steer the ship. But I don't know if I'm capable of handling all of this. What if I let them down?"

As I voice my fears, Rhea cups my face with her hands, her touch gentle and soothing. I close my eyes, leaning into her warmth, seeking the comfort she offers. "What's going on? What are you talking about?" she asks softly. "Tell me everything. But first, come in."

Without waiting for my response, she grabs my wrist and gently pulls me into her penthouse. I follow her, my heart racing and my mind a whirlwind of doubt. Once we're in the living room, she pushes me down onto the sofa and heads into the kitchen.

Moments later, she returns with a glass of water and hands it to me. I take a few sips, feeling the cool liquid ease my dry throat. When I set the glass down, she sits beside me, her presence warm and grounding.

Without thinking, I lay my head on her lap, craving that connection and reassurance. Rhea doesn't question it; she simply begins to caress my hair, her fingers weaving through the strands, grounding me further.

After a moment, I gather the courage to speak. "Bade Papa... I don't know how it happened, but suddenly he decided to make me CEO of his company. It came out of nowhere.

It should have been handed over to Shivansh Bhai, not me. When I said that, everyone tried to convince me that I'm capable of this position, that I have to take it."

I sit up slightly, the doubts clawing at me again. "What if I can't do this? What if I mess everything up?"

Rhea shifts closer, her gaze steady as she studies me. "Advay, listen to me. You have to believe in yourself. They see something in you that you might not see yet.

Just because this opportunity is unexpected doesn't mean you're unqualified. You've worked hard to get here, and you have the skills."

"But what if I let everyone down?" I press, the weight of my fears threatening to pull me under once more.

"Even if you stumble, it doesn't mean you've failed. You're not alone in this; I'm here for you," she reassures me, "You're not alone in this. You've got this, Advay."

"But what if I can't do it?" I blurt out, panic tightening around my chest. "What if I mess everything up? What if I let everyone down?"

She leans in, her gaze steady and searching mine for answers. "You won't let anyone down. This is just a new challenge, and you've worked too hard to let fear take over now."

"But what if they're wrong about me?" I ask, my voice shaking. "What if I'm not who they think I am?"

Rhea shakes her head, her expression firm. "They see something in you, Advay. You're not just stepping into a title; you have the skills and the heart to make a difference."

"But what if I can't live up to it?" I murmur, the self-doubt creeping back in.

"It's okay to feel scared," she says, her hands gently gripping my shoulders. "Everyone feels that way sometimes. It's what you do next that counts."

I take a deep breath, letting her words sink in like a soothing balm. "You really believe I can do this?" My voice is small, vulnerable.

"I know you can," she replies, a fierce determination in her eyes. "Take it one step at a time. If you stumble, we'll face it together. Just promise me you won't give up on yourself."

As I sit there, the weight of my doubts slowly lifting thanks to Rhea's comforting words.

I didn't say anything further. I laid my head back on her lap, closing my eyes, seeking solace in the peaceful rhythm of her soft touch. Her fingers combed through my hair gently, the sensation grounding me, calming the storm that had been raging in my chest.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself just breathe-not thinking, not doubting, just existing in the comfort of her presence.

The silence between us wasn't heavy or awkward. It was comforting, a quiet understanding that needed no words. She didn't push me to speak, didn't ask for more than I was able to give in that moment.

Her hand continued its soothing motion, tracing gentle patterns in my hair, and for the first time, I felt the weight of the world easing off my shoulders.

"Advay?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, as though afraid to disturb the fragile peace we'd found.

I opened my eyes slowly, meeting her gaze. Her eyes weren't just filled with concern anymore; there was something deeper, something I couldn't name but could feel pressing into me.

It was a look that made my heart skip, a silent invitation to stay in this moment, in this silence, with her.

We stayed like that for a few beats, just looking at each other. I tried to read her, to understand what she was thinking, but her expression remained unreadable. The only thing I knew for sure was that I wanted more. I needed more.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in the softest, most tender kiss. I could feel the warmth of her lips, the softness that was so familiar, yet new in its intensity. I gave in, allowing myself to drown in the sensation of her kiss, letting it wash away the last of my doubts.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the company, not the fight, not the fears-I was lost in her, completely and utterly consumed by the taste of her lips.

As the kiss deepened, I groaned, the loss of her softness when she pulled back catching me off guard. She needed to breathe, but the hunger in me didn't want to let go.

I shifted, sitting up, unable to stay away for even a second. I lifted her into my arms, my lips crashing back into hers with a hunger I couldn't control.

She gasped softly against my mouth, her hands finding their place around my neck, pulling me closer. The world around us faded as I gently lowered her onto the couch, hovering over her, careful not to put too much weight on her but craving the closeness, the contact.

The urgency between us was palpable, raw and unfiltered. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as we both gave in to the silent, unspoken need between us. I couldn't resist, my mouth trailing down her jaw, finding the spot just beneath her ear that made her shiver.

A soft moan escaped her, a sound that went straight to my core, fueling the desire surging through me.

I took her in slowly, savoring every inch of her, like this moment was all we'd ever have. My hand slipped beneath her top, fingers grazing her bare skin, feeling her warmth beneath my touch.

Her breath hitched, her body arching into me as if she couldn't get close enough. I felt her tremble beneath my hand, that subtle vulnerability pulling me in deeper.

She pulled my T-shirt off, and I didn't hesitate. I pulled her tank top off, and there she was, bare and inviting, her skin looking soft and flushed, just begging for me to touch her. I felt that sharp thrill ripple through me. I wasn't about to waste another second.

I leaned in, my mouth finding her neck as I pressed against her, tasting every inch I could. Her skin was warm, intoxicating, and I couldn't help myself. I bit down gently, feeling her body tense and then melt under me, her breath hitching.

Her head tilted back, and I felt the curve of her throat under my lips, my teeth grazing her skin. She let out a breathy, desperate moan

"Ahh, Advay..."—that hit me hard, making me want to take her right then and there.

I trailed my lips down, nipping at her collarbone, feeling her pulse race beneath my mouth.  My hands roamed over her, gripping her waist and pulling her closer.

My fingers slid to her chest, cupping her breast over that lace bra that was barely covering anything.

I ran my thumb over the fabric, feeling her harden nipple beneath it, and her head fell back, her body pressing into me. A small moan left her mouth, The sound that escaped her was pure need. it made me lose every ounce of control, only made me want her more.

I tightened my grip, pinching her hard bud through the fabric, just enough to make her gasp. She whimpered, arching up, and it was like she was made to fit perfectly against me.

My mouth moved lower, pressing hungry kisses down her collarbone, my teeth nipping at her skin, marking her. Each gasp, each needy moan slipping from her lips, only made me rougher.

The heat between us was blinding, and I went back to her mouth, my kisses rough,  my hands tangling in her hair claiming her with every bit of intensity surging through me.

Her hands went lower, finding the hardness straining against my pants, her fingers rubbing me firmly. I groaned into her mouth, feeling her soft moans vibrate against my lips, "Mmm..." and it was enough to push me to the edge.

I wanted all of her, and I wasn't about to stop. The way she responded, the way her body moved with mine, made every thought disappear.

But then her phone rang, sharp and unexpected. I froze, barely pulling back, and when I looked down, my jaw tightening when I saw the name flashing on the screen: Rohit Singhania.

The sight hit me like a punch, yanking me back to every heated word from our fight. I couldn't ignore it. Her defending him, how it felt like she'd put him before me, how it made me feel like I was just another option.

It twisted inside me. I pulled away, chest heaving as I stared at her, feeling like I'd just been burned.

"Advay, please, let me explain," she murmured, her voice soft and unsure as she reached for me, but I was done. I grabbed my shirt, threw it on, and without a word, left, ignoring her voice calling my name.

That name—Rohit—was all I could think about as I walked out, feeling that raw frustration burning inside me.

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SHIVANSH'S POV:

Dinner had started predictably, with Inayat helping Maa serve, while my siblings found every excuse to throw side-glances and sly grins my way. 

I kept my face impassive, watching her move gracefully around the room, yet unable to ignore how she managed to draw every ounce of my attention without even trying.

She was small and delicate, like she could fit perfectly in the curve of my arms, a thought that made my heart twist with a strange warmth. Every little move she made only reminded me of how completely and effortlessly she'd settled into my life.

But my calm was disrupted when I felt a hard jab in my side. I looked over to see Ahana attempting—and failing—to hide a knowing smile.

"What happened, baccha?" I asked, my tone cool.

"Oh, nothing, bhai," she replied with a mischievous glint. "Just noticing how you turn into a complete softie around Inu di. It's almost sweet."

Advik snickered, leaning forward. "Agreed. She gives an order, and suddenly the mighty Shivansh Kapoor obeys?"

I raised an eyebrow, giving him a warning look, but he continued, unfazed. "Seriously. Who would have thought Inu di could have you wrapped around her finger?"

They laughed, Ahana covering her mouth as if she could barely contain herself. Then, as if they needed to drive the point further, Advit chimed in.

"We even saw you two earlier," he whispered conspiratorially. "Getting cozy in the hallway and—"

That got my attention. My gaze hardened, slicing into Advit with enough force to make him sit back, his smirk faltering.

They exchanged a quick look and went silent, realizing they'd pushed enough. I leaned back, letting them feel the weight of my stare.

Just then, Inayat and Maa walked in with the final dishes, breaking the tension. Inayat's eyes flicked toward me, a hint of a smile in her gaze before she looked away, focused on serving everyone.

Maa took her seat, noticing my siblings' sudden change in demeanor. "What were you all whispering and giggling about?" she asked, her gaze sharp, amused.

"Nothing important, Maa," I replied smoothly, cutting off any chance of further teasing. "Just that these three have far too much time on their hands."

She chuckled softly, looking from me to Inayat with a knowing expression. "Maybe they're not wrong, Shivansh," she said, her voice warm yet carrying weight.

"After all, everything's sorted now, and you both seem so invested in each other. And yes, you're even sharing the same room now. Don't you think it's time to make things official? You should be married by now."

The entire table erupted in hoots and whistles. Ahana, Advik, and Advit banged on the table, chanting, "Shivansh weds Inayat, hashtag Shivayat!" with reckless enthusiasm.

I felt a rush of warmth at the idea, unable to keep the smile from tugging at my lips, but Inayat's expression shifted subtly, her face falling as she quickly turned away, hiding whatever emotions had surfaced.

I joined the laughter, keeping my expression unreadable, but inside, I felt her unease—a thread of tension that didn't sit well with me. The rest of dinner passed in a blur, my thoughts consumed by that small flicker of doubt in her eyes.

Later, after everyone had drifted back to their rooms, we entered our room too. She seemed quieter, more withdrawn. I didn't bother asking if something was wrong—I knew there was.

So, the moment we were alone, I shut the door and pulled her to me, guiding her down onto my lap before she could protest.

"Ina?" I said, my voice low, my fingers tilting her chin up to face me. "What's going on? You were happy and glowing, but when Maa mentioned marriage, your whole demeanor changed."

She looked away, but I caught her chin, my gaze locking onto hers. "Don't look away from me. Not now."

I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and her breath hitched. For a moment, I saw a vulnerability in her eyes that she rarely let me see.

She hesitated, then sighed, her voice barely a whisper. "I—I don't want to get married, Ansh," she said, her fingers fidgeting—a habit I knew meant she was nervous.

Her words hit me, and for a moment, my heart skipped a beat. Questions flooded my mind: What if she doesn't want this? What if she's going to leave?

But I composed myself, cupping her cheeks as I steadied my voice.

"Ina, what do you mean?" I asked, my voice a whisper now, a hint of vulnerability slipping in. "You...you don't want to marry me?"

Her eyes widened, and she quickly shook her head. "No, no, it's not like that. It's just...I don't want to get married now, Ansh. Mujhe abhi shaadi nahi karni," ( I don't want to get married now) she clarified, and somehow, I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

I released a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding as she leaned into my chest, wrapping her arms around me, her head nestled against my chest.

She shifted slightly, fitting perfectly in my arms like she was meant to be there, her small frame filling a space. She looked so adorable, curled up in my lap, trusting me with her weight and her words.

She murmured, "Ansh, I have dreams to fulfill—my mother's dream. Opening a dance academy and an NGO...Ashiyana Industries was just a way to find you, but my real ambition has always been to honor her vision.

I don't want to be known just as the wife of Shivansh Kapoor, CEO of the world-renowned Shivay Enterprises. I want to make my own name, my own way. And I'm only 23, Ansh. I want to live every moment with you that I craved for in those two years. But not tied down, not yet."

She looked up at me, hope filling her eyes. "You are understanding what i mean, right?"

I took in her words, and the weight of her dreams, her ambition, settled on me. She didn't want to be known because of my name; she wanted her own identity. I understood.

A soft smile tugged at my lips as I pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. "I understand, baby. And Take as much time as you need. Chase every dream. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere.

Even if I have to wait an eternity, I will. I'll always be here, right behind you, watching you conquer the world. Alright?

And you also need not worry about your company. You have your sister Rhea, Me and Advay. We will handle it. From now you all you need to do is just to focus on your and your mother's dream which has now become my dream too.

And I am sure you will achieve it for us, and make us proud."

She smiled up at me, her eyes shimmering with relief. And with that, I leaned down and kissed her, sealing a silent promise that she would always have the space to grow, to become everything she dreamed of, without ever losing me by her side.

The kiss started gentle, a soft reassurance, but it didn't stay that way for long. When she moaned softly into my mouth, it was like pouring gasoline on a flame, sparking a raw hunger in me that I could no longer hold back.

My hands gripped her firmly, lifting her and adjusting her in my lap so her legs wrapped around my waist. She fit against me perfectly, her warmth sinking into me, fueling every ounce of desire building between us.

Her hands slid up to the back of my head, pulling me deeper into the kiss, as if she couldn't get close enough. Her moans grew louder, each one hitting me like a pulse, and I responded by kissing her harder, savoring the taste of her, losing myself completely.

My fingers trailed down her back, pressing her tighter against me, her body arching instinctively into mine as our breathing quickened, filling the room with heat and electricity.

I didn't want to let go, didn't want to break the connection between us, so I stood, carrying her effortlessly to the bed, her legs clinging to me, our lips fused together.

I laid her down beneath me, hovering just above her for a moment, taking in the sight of her-her lips swollen, her chest rising and falling, and her eyes filled with anticipation. She looked up at me with an adorable pout, frustrated at my pause, wanting me back against her.

I chuckled softly, leaning close as I whispered, "Can't get enough of me, can you?" Her brows pulled together in that cute look of impatience, and without another word, she grabbed me, pulling me down and crashing her lips onto mine, kissing me harder, wilder.

Her hands explored my back, tugging me closer, her legs tangling around me as if she couldn't bear the distance between us.

The sound of her moans, soft gasps escaping every time I deepened the kiss, only drove me more. She was all I could focus on, her taste, her touch, every bit of her pulling me in, making me want more.

I started kissing my way down her neck, enjoying the taste of her soft skin. I could feel her breath quickening beneath my mouth, and it only ignited my hunger for her. When my lips reached her upper chest, a soft moan escaped her, sending shivers through me.

My hands traveled down, finding her breast through the silk of her nightgown. I squeezed gently, and she gasped, the sound driving my desire even higher.

I lifted my eyes to hers, locking onto the wild mix of passion and longing reflected there. She grabbed my head, pulling me closer, silently urging me to take what we both wanted.

Slowly, I began unbuttoning her silk top, letting the fabric fall open. With each button I released, I left a kiss behind, my lips trailing a path down her body.

When I finally exposed her lace bra, the sight took my breath away. Her eyes were locked on mine, and she licked her lips, the intensity between us rising.

Leaning down, I gave her a long, teasing lick over the valley of her chest, and I could see the effect it had on her-her breath hitched, and I felt the heat pooling between her legs.

I continued trailing kisses along her swollen chest, brushing my lips against her hardened nipples beneath the lace. When I pressed my mouth against her, she shivered, and a desperate whimper slipped from her lips, sending waves of need crashing through me.

I trailed slow, heated kisses along her neck, lfeeling every shiver that coursed through her body. Her breath quickened beneath my touch, her anticipation building with every inch I traveled, and it only heightened my desire to keep her right on that edge.

Moving down, I brushed my lips over her collarbone, tasting her skin, feeling her lean into each kiss as though she couldn't get enough.

When I reached the delicate lace of her bra, I paused, letting the tension linger between us. With one careful movement, I guided her hands to unclasp it.

She fumbled, her fingers trembling, but soon enough, the hook came undone, and the fabric slipped open from her back, leaving her bare in my arms. Slowly, I slipped one strap from her shoulder, then the other, allowing the lace to fall away, revealing her inch by inch.

Her nipples hardened in response, her body already attuned to my touch, as though it had been waiting for this moment. Her eyes held mine, silent and wanting, and I could feel the tension between us intensifying, the silent plea in her gaze drawing me closer.

With a teasing slowness, I brushed my fingers along her skin, from her collarbone down to her navel, purposefully avoiding her breasts, even though I could feel the heat radiating from her, the way she craved my touch there most of all.

"mmhm" A soft whimper escaped her, her frustration spilling over, and she arched toward me, trying to close the distance. But I held back, letting my breath hover just over her chest, close enough to tease but never enough to satisfy.

Unable to bear it any longer, she tangled her fingers in my hair, trying to pull me closer, her body trembling beneath me, every movement a silent plea.

I leaned in, my lips barely an inch from her skin, and whispered, "Not yet." Gently, I took her wrists, guiding them above her head, pinning them there as I held her gaze.

The intensity in her eyes fueled my own desire, and I leaned down, letting my warm breath drift over her bare chest, each word sending another shiver through her.

"You smell incredible...like something meant just for me." She squirmed beneath me, biting her lip, her breaths shallow as she fought to keep control. Her body was caught between frustration and need, every inch of her responsive to my touch, yet still denied the release she craved.

Finally, her voice came, a breathless plea. "Ansh...please. I need you to touch me. Don't make me wait any longer." A wicked smirk curved my lips as I pretended confusion.

"Touch you where, exactly?" I watched the color bloom in her cheeks, but her desperation won out. "My...my nipples," she murmured, almost too softly.

"Please, Ansh...just do it."

Her words sent a thrill through me, and I felt my control slip. I eased her back, guiding her so she was on top of me. Releasing her wrists, I let my hands travel down her arms, then skimmed down her sides, leaving a trail of warmth in my wake.

"Then show me how much you want it," I whispered. "If you're that desperate, then make me take it."

A moment of hesitation passed over her, her vulnerability mixing with raw desire, but she was too far gone to resist. She cupped her one breast and slowly, lowered herself, bringing her hardened bud closer, her breath catching as she hovered just over my mouth.

I waited, savoring the anticipation, and when her nipple brushed my lips, I took her in, letting her taste linger as she gasped, her body melting into mine.

I alternated between gentle flicks of my tongue and firmer, more demanding kisses, feeling her tremble, her hands tightening on my shoulders, pulling me closer. Her moans grew, her body pressing closer as she surrendered to each sensation, every touch driving her deeper into the intensity between us.

I held her steady, feeling her completely give in as her pleasure and need became one, filling the air with an urgency that bound us together in every possible way.

As my mouth closed over her sensitive bud, I couldn't hold back, letting my tongue flick and circle, tasting the softness that seemed made just for me.

Her body arched into my touch, and a low, breathy moan escaped her—"Ahhh... Ansh..." The sound unraveled me, driving me past any point of restraint.

I growled softly, letting my teeth graze her, biting down just enough to make her gasp, then soothing her with soft, slow licks. Her moans only grew louder, and I felt her body shiver beneath me, igniting something rougher, more primal in me.

I cupped her other breast, my fingers teasing her hardened nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, and watched as her head fell back, her mouth parted, completely lost to the sensations I was giving her.

Lost in sensations, She began grinding against me, her warmth and need pressing against my hardened length, even through the fabric.

Every movement made me harder, more desperate, and just when she seemed ready to stop, I grabbed her hips, guiding her rhythm, pressing her closer. "Don't stop," I murmured, my voice rough with desire. "Keep going, baby... let me feel every inch of you."

She didn't listen to me. She stopped for a moment, but only to adjust herself over me, crawling down my body with slow, deliberate movements. I could feel her hands, fingers brushing against my bulge through the fabric of my pants, and the sensation sent a shock of heat through me.

I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath as I felt her touch. It was soft, teasing, and I could feel every inch of me responding to her.

I was about to say her name, maybe ask her to stop, but then I felt her fingers working at my belt. I grabbed her hands, trying to hold her back, but she didn't stop.

She just hushed me, her eyes daring me to let her have her way. Her determination made my chest tighten, my mind fogging with desire as she kept going.

Finally, when she opened my boxers, my hardened length sprang free, and I saw her eyes widen as she took in the sight. A small smirk crossed my lips, and I couldn't resist teasing her. "So... did you like it?" I asked, my voice low, rough.

Her eyes never left mine, dark with a mix of hunger and something more. "It's just like I imagined," she said, her voice soft, but confident. "Perfect for me."

Hearing her say that made something inside me snap, and my eyes darkened, the challenge in her words pushing me further. I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at her as I spoke. "So what else have you imagined?" I asked, my voice thick with anticipation.

She smirked, leaning in as she said, "Let me show you." She moved her lips over the tip of me, tasting, teasing with a slow, deliberate motion. The pleasure hit me instantly, and I shut my eyes, my head tilting back as I fought to hold onto control.

She moved further, taking more of me into her mouth, and I tangled my hand in her hair, guiding her, pushing her deeper. She gagged slightly, but she didn't stop—she just kept going, each motion of her mouth driving me wild.

It went on, my body shuddering with every stroke, until I couldn't hold back anymore. I let go, finally releasing into her mouth just like she wanted. I watched as she took the little bit that escaped her lips on her thumb and licked it clean.

That sight alone nearly made me lose it again. My breath was coming in ragged gasps, and I couldn't resist any longer. Without wasting a moment, I pulled her up to me, crashing my lips into hers in a fierce kiss, tasting myself on her mouth.

My hands moved down to her body, slipping under her clothes as I pressed my fingers inside her. She arched against me, her body responding to every touch, every movement.

I wanted to give her everything, and in that moment, I did, feeling the way she released beneath my touch. We were lost in each other, no more hesitation, just the raw intensity of what we shared.

She slumped against me, her body melting into mine as she caught her breath, her chest heaving, both of us completely spent, our hearts racing in sync.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, feeling the warmth of her skin pressed against me, our bodies entangled, both of us lost in the aftermath of what we'd just shared.

As she lay curled against me, her breathing soft and steady, I carefully slipped out from under her, making sure she stayed warm and comfortable. I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then made my way to the bathroom to grab a soft towel and a fresh pair of clothes for her.

I returned to find her still resting, her expression relaxed, a faint smile lingering on her lips. Sitting beside her, I dipped the towel in warm water, wringing it out before gently wiping her skin, careful with every touch.

I wanted her to feel as cherished as she deserved, cared for in every way. She stirred slightly, eyes fluttering open for a moment, and she gave me a soft, sleepy smile.

"Just relax, Ina," I whispered, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. "Let me take care of you."

Once she was clean and comfortable, I helped her slip into the fresh clothes, gently guiding her arms through the sleeves, taking my time to make sure she felt safe and at ease.

Her eyes fluttered shut again, exhausted but content, and she nestled back against the pillows, her body relaxing as I tucked the blanket around her.

I too changed and lay beside her, pulling her into my arms once more. She sighed softly, nuzzling against my chest, and I ran my fingers through her hair, letting her feel the warmth of my presence.

With one last gentle kiss to her forehead, I held her close, whispering, "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

In that peaceful silence, with her finally drifting into a deep, restful sleep, I felt a deep sense of fulfillment. Taking care of her, seeing her so at peace, filled me with a quiet happiness that lingered long after sleep claimed us both.

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