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इस तरह से खुद से आ मुझको जोड़ तू
थोड़ा भी मुझमें ना मुझको छोड़ तू

ना याद तेरी तुझको, ना याद मुझे हूँ मैं
आ मुझको पहन ले तू, आ तुझको ओढ़ लूँ मैं

क़तरा-क़तरा मैं गिरूँ, जिस्म पे तेरे ठहरूँ
क़तरा-क़तरा मैं गिरूँ, तुझमें ही कहीं रह लूँ

लाना कुछ बादल लाना
उनको मुझ पर बरसाना
बूँदें तेरी हो जिनमे उनसे भीगा दो..
ना याद तेरी तुझको ना याद मुझे हूँ
मैं आ मुझको पहन ले तू
आ तुझको ओढ़ लूं मैं

क़तरा क़तरा मैं गिरूँ, जिस्म पे तेरे ठहरूं
क़तरा क़तरा मैं गिरूँ, तुझ में ही कहीं रह लूँ

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Author's pov-

Sidharth's breath was uneven, his forehead leaning against Noor's as he struggled to tame the wild storm building within him. His hand, still resting over her breast, softened its hold, his fingers tracing hesitant circles over the fabric. He looked up at her, searching her face for any sign of discomfort. What he saw instead was a mix of shyness and confusion-her wide eyes held him captive, her parted lips trembling as though she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

"Noor," he whispered, his voice rough yet tender, "you're trembling." His thumb gently brushed over the edge of her blouse, careful not to go further, yet enough to send a shiver coursing through her body.

"I..." Her voice faltered, her gaze falling to the space between them. She couldn't meet his eyes, couldn't explain the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. She felt exposed yet protected, overwhelmed yet safe.

Sidharth tilted her chin up with his free hand, forcing her to look at him. "Cherry, tell me... am I going too far?" His voice cracked slightly, his own hesitation peeking through his dominance. "I never want to scare you."

Her heart clenched at the sincerity in his words, and for a moment, she forgot her own hesitations. She shook her head slowly, her lips twitching into a faint smile, though her cheeks burned with embarrassment. "I-I trust you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

His jaw tightened at her admission, and a flicker of relief passed through his eyes. But her innocence-her trust-made him ache all the more. He wanted her to understand the depth of his emotions, the intensity of his need for her. Slowly, he leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss at the corner of her lips, then pulled back, his forehead once again resting against hers.

"I want to take care of you," he said softly, his hand leaving her breast to cradle her face instead.

"In every way, Noor. But if this is too much... if you need me to stop, just say it."

Her lashes fluttered as she processed his words. She felt as though the ground beneath her had shifted, as though she was being drawn into a world that was entirely his. And yet, the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, was filled with so much love that it made her heart ache.

"ji..," she admitted shyly, her fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt as though to anchor herself. "But... I-I'm scared."

Her confession hit him like a bolt of lightning. He cupped her face more firmly, his thumbs brushing away the tears she hadn't even realized were forming. "Then just trust me," he promised.

"There's no rush. No pressure. Just us."

For the first time, her lips curved into a small but genuine smile. Her hands relaxed, resting against his chest as she leaned into him. Sidharth pressed a soft kiss to her temple, then her forehead, as if to seal his words with action.

As Noor sat perched on Sidharth's lap, her legs on either side of his thighs, her breaths grew uneven with every passing second. Sidharth's gaze remained fixed on her, studying every flicker of emotion on her face. His hand, steady yet hesitant, moved to the first hook of her blouse. His fingers paused for a moment, giving her a chance to stop him if she wanted to, but she didn't.

With a soft click, the first hook came undone. Sidharth's dark eyes darted to Noor's face. Her lashes fluttered, and her lips trembled, but her eyes were closed, her trust in him evident. Encouraged by her silence, he moved to the second hook, his hand trembling slightly-not from doubt, but from the overwhelming sensation of being so close to her in this way.

The second hook opened, and Noor's chest rose and fell in sharp breaths. Sidharth let his fingers linger for a moment before moving to the third hook. He was slow, deliberate, as though savoring every moment. The fabric of her blouse began to loosen, giving way to the soft curve of her skin.

When the fourth and final hook was undone, the blouse slackened around her, and Sidharth carefully shifted it aside, exposing the smooth expanse of her shoulder and collarbone. The tight fit of the blouse caused it to cling to her for a moment before he gently slid it off her sides.

Sidharth's hand moved to the edge of the fabric, hitching it just enough to reveal more of her skin, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Slowly, his gaze moved back to her face. Noor's cheeks were flushed, and her lips parted as she tried to steady her breathing. He leaned down, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to her lips-a kiss filled with tenderness and reassurance.

"Trust me," he whispered against her mouth, his voice a mix of restraint and desire.

Noor's head dipped slightly, a shy nod, the only answer she could manage. Sidharth's hands moved to either side of her blouse, resting there for a brief moment before he gently opened it further. As the fabric slipped away, his breath hitched.

Beneath her blouse, she wore a light pink bra. It wasn't extravagant or meant to seduce, but on her, it was perfect. The delicate color complemented her skin, and the way it framed her soft curves made his throat tighten. Half of her breasts were left uncovered, and the simplicity of it only added to the allure.

Sidharth swallowed hard, his gaze flickering from her chest to her face. She was still not meeting his eyes, her own fixed somewhere on the side, her cheeks glowing red. His hand reached out, trembling slightly, and he brushed his thumb along the edge of her bra, feeling the warmth of her skin underneath.

Unable to hold back any longer, he leaned down, pressing his lips to the swell of her breast, just above the edge of the bra. His kiss was soft, lingering, as if he was trying to memorize the feel of her against his lips. He nuzzled her skin gently, his breath fanning against her, and he felt her shiver under his touch.

When Sidharth pulled back, his eyes lifted to her face again. The soft, hesitant look in his gaze had shifted. They were darker now, filled with a quiet intensity that made Noor's stomach flutter. His breaths were shallow, but he remained patient, waiting for her to give him the sign to move further.

Sidharth's fingers moved slowly, undoing the last hook of her bra. He didn't take his eyes off Noor, watching her every reaction. The bra loosened, and as it came undone, her breasts bounced lightly, freed from the tight hold.

His breath hitched, sharp and deep, and Noor felt her toes curl at the sudden rush of sensations. Her fingers clutched his shirt collar tightly, holding onto him as her heart raced.

When she glanced at Sidharth's face, her breath caught. His expression had darkened, his eyes holding a look so intense it made her pulse quicken. There was something raw, something untamed in the way he looked at her, like he was on the edge of losing control.

He brought his hands up, resting them over her breasts, still covered by the loosened bra. The warmth of his palms sent a shiver through her, and she couldn't stop the soft gasp that escaped her lips.

Slowly, his hands slipped under the fabric, touching her bare skin for the first time. His fingers brushed against her softness, and Siddharth let out a deep, shaky breath. His jaw clenched, and the tension in his body was clear as he fought to stay calm.

"Noor," he whispered, his voice low and rough, filled with something she couldn't name but felt deep in her chest.

She looked up at him, her cheeks burning, and saw the storm in his eyes. It made her want to look away, but at the same time, she couldn't. She trusted him completely.

Sidharth leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft at first but quickly turned deeper, more intense. Noor's hands moved into his hair, gripping it as her body responded to him without hesitation.

When he pulled back, his lips barely a breath away from hers, he whispered, "You're beautiful. More than I ever imagined." His voice was thick with emotion, and it sent a warmth rushing through her.

Without waiting for her response, Sidharth leaned in again, his lips finding hers in another deep kiss as his hands gently pushed the loosened bra down her shoulders. His fingers brushed her bare skin, and the warmth of his touch made Noor gasp softly, her chest rising and falling with every uneven breath.

Her hand clutched his hair tighter, and she let out a small, shaky sound as his lips moved lower, brushing against her collarbone. Sidharth paused, his eyes lifting to hers, dark and full of need. But he didn't rush-every movement, every touch, showed how much he cared.

Sidharth pulled back slightly, his lips parted as he gazed into Noor's eyes. There was a softness in his expression, but it was mixed with an intensity that made her breath hitch. Slowly, his lips brushed against her jawline, lingering there as he began placing gentle kisses along its curve. Each kiss felt deliberate, like he was trying to convey something words couldn't capture.

As his lips moved, his hand instinctively rose to her chest, cupping her gently through the remaining fabric. The warmth of his palm against her skin made Noor's heart race, and she gripped the collar of his shirt tighter, her fingers trembling slightly.

Pulling back just enough to meet her gaze, Sidharth's hand moved with care, sliding the bra's strap from her shoulder. His eyes stayed locked on hers, silently asking for trust, for permission. When she didn't stop him, his movements grew bolder yet remained tender.

With a deliberate slowness, he used his teeth to nudge the fabric aside, revealing the soft curve of her bare skin. He paused, his breath hitching as he took in the sight before him. His gaze softened, admiration shining in his dark eyes. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent.

Noor's cheeks flushed as she closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Before she could gather her thoughts, she felt the warmth of his lips against her skin. He pressed a gentle kiss just above her heart, the roughness of his beard grazing her tender flesh.

Her fingers curled tighter around his collar as she let out a quiet sigh. Sidharth's grip on her tightened slightly, grounding them both in the moment. He lowered his head again, this time pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of her breast, his tongue teasing her skin. The sensation made her gasp softly, her body arching slightly into him.

Sidharth groaned, the sound deep and raw, as he took more of her into his mouth, his beard brushing against her sensitive skin. Noor clutched his shirt harder, her breaths shallow and uneven. He didn't rush, savoring every reaction, every soft sound she made.

When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened, and his eyes were darker, filled with something unspoken yet undeniable. "Noor," he whispered, his voice rough but steady, "you don't know what you do to me."

Saying He leaned forward, his lips capturing her soft skin. His mouth closed around her breast, the warm, wet sensation making her gasp. Her breath caught in her throat as his tongue teased her sensitive, erect nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Unable to hold herself up, her head fell back, surrendering to the sudden intensity of the moment.

Noor felt her breath hitch when Sidharth's hands tightened their grip on her waist. The warmth of his palm spread through her skin, holding her in place as his mouth moved closer. She felt a soft graze of his lips, teasing, before his tongue flicked over her sensitive nipple. The sensation sent a wave of heat through her body, making her toes curl involuntarily.

Her hands, unable to hold back, gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Sidharth didn't flinch. Instead, his hold on her only grew firmer as though grounding her while she shivered under his touch. His lips moved with precision, leaving her skin wet and exposed.

The cool air hit the spot where his mouth had been, sending another jolt of sensation coursing through her. Noor's chest rose and fell with deep breaths, her body overwhelmed by the conflicting feelings of warmth and the chill in the air.

Sidharth, however, was relentless. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her again, but this time, he captured her nipple between his teeth.

Noor gasped, her body arching instinctively toward him as the gentle pressure of his teeth sent a ripple of sensation coursing through her. Sidharth's tongue followed, soothing the sting with deliberate, slow strokes that made her shiver even more. His hand slid up from her waist, tracing the curve of her side before settling on her ribcage, holding her steady as his mouth continued its torment.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling slightly, but it only seemed to encourage him. Sidharth let out a low, satisfied hum against her skin, the vibration sending sparks through her. He shifted, his lips moving from her nipple to press heated kisses along her chest, leaving a trail that burned with each touch.

Noor's breaths came out in uneven gasps as her body trembled under his. The way he touched her, the way his mouth claimed her, it was as though he wanted to memorize every inch of her. She felt overwhelmed, every nerve alive and buzzing as he took his time, exploring her with a patience that was both maddening and intoxicating.

Sidharth's gaze flicked up to meet hers, his dark eyes filled with an intensity that made her heart race even faster. His voice was low and rough when he finally spoke, his lips still brushing against her skin. "You're mine, Noor. Every single part of you belongs to me."

Sidharth's lips lingered on her skin, pressing soft, deliberate kisses along the curve of her breast. His touch was reverent, as though he was savoring every moment, every inch of her. The warmth of his mouth against her sent shivers coursing through her body, and she couldn't stop the soft gasp that escaped her lips.

His hands held her steady, one resting firmly on her waist, the other tracing slow, lazy circles over her back. Each kiss grew softer, trailing upward along her chest, moving with purpose. He paused for a moment, his lips hovering just above her heart as though he could feel it racing beneath his touch.

Noor's fingers slid into his hair, pulling gently, silently urging him on. Sidharth responded with a low hum, the sound vibrating against her skin, before he pressed one last kiss just below her collarbone. Then, without warning, he lifted his head. His dark eyes locked with hers, full of intensity, full of something she couldn't quite name but felt deeply in her chest.

Slowly, he leaned closer, his mouth brushing over the line of her jaw, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. Noor's breath hitched, her lips parting instinctively as he closed the distance. When his mouth finally captured hers, it was soft at first-tender, patient, yet utterly consuming.

His kiss deepened, growing firmer, as though he was trying to convey everything he couldn't say in words. Noor's hands slid down to his shoulders, holding onto him as if he was her anchor, the only thing grounding her in this moment.

Sidharth's hand slid from her waist, his touch deliberate as it moved upward, tracing the line of her spine. His fingers found the back of her neck, firm yet gentle, and he tilted her head slightly, making her lean toward him. The movement was natural, almost instinctive, as if her body had already surrendered to him.

His lips captured hers once more, this time with more urgency, drawing out a soft whimper from her. The intensity of his kiss sent a wave of heat coursing through her body. His thumb brushed the nape of her neck, grounding her in the moment as she clung to him.

Breaking the kiss, Sidharth's lips left a heated trail down her jawline and throat, his breath warm against her skin. Noor barely had time to catch her breath before he dipped lower, his mouth finding its way back to her chest. His hand cupped one of her breasts, kneading it with a care that made her shiver.

His lips closed around her nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. The sensation was sharp and electric, drawing a gasp from her lips. Siddharth didn't stop-he sucked gently at first, then harder, his teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her tremble. The mix of pleasure and the faint edge of pain sent her mind spinning.

Noor's nails dug into his shoulders, her body arching toward him as if she couldn't get close enough. Sidharth growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her skin as he alternated between soft nibbles and firm, deliberate bites. Every movement felt like a claim, like he was leaving no part of her untouched, no part of her unloved.

Sidharth pulled back slightly, his hand still resting against her waist, as his dark eyes traveled up to Noor's face. Her head had fallen back, her eyes half-closed, lips parted as she struggled to steady her breathing. The sight of her like this-bare, vulnerable, yet completely mesmerizing-made something primal stir within him.

For a moment, he simply watched her, letting the image of her exposed beauty etch itself into his mind. Her chest rose and fell with every shaky breath, and he couldn't help but let his gaze drop back down to her bare front.

He leaned forward again, but this time he didn't touch her. Sidharth hovered, his breath brushing against her skin, teasing her with the nearness of his presence. Noor's body tensed slightly, anticipation clear in every line of her posture.

And then he moved. His tongue flicked out, quick and deliberate, grazing over her erect nipple.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Each flick was light but maddeningly precise, sending jolts of sensation through her with every touch.

Noor let out a soft gasp, her back arching instinctively as her hands gripped his shoulders for balance. Sidharth didn't break eye contact, his gaze unwavering as he watched her reaction. The faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips was the only indication of his satisfaction.

He paused for a moment, his lips hovering mere inches away from her skin. "You're beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice low and rough, as though the words were being pulled from deep within him.

Sidharth's lips hovered for a brief moment before he leaned in again. This time, he took her nipple between his teeth, giving it a light, teasing bite that sent a sharp jolt of sensation through her. Noor gasped, her fingers tightening on his shoulders.

Not stopping, Sidharth shifted his attention to the other side. He turned his face toward her other breast, his eyes briefly locking with hers as if to silently promise more. Using only his teeth, he carefully tugged at the fabric of her bra, pulling it down and freeing her completely.

His lips descended again, brushing over her newly exposed skin before his tongue flicked over her nipple in the same maddening rhythm as before. The sensation was overwhelming, making Noor squirm beneath him.

Her body moved instinctively, seeking something she couldn't quite name, as though she was silently pleading with him to give her more.

Sidharth paused, his gaze lifting to her face, a smirk tugging at his lips. His mouth was still so close to her, his breath warm against her skin as he spoke. "Wait, cherry," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "I'll give you what you want."

Without giving her a chance to respond, he flicked his tongue over her nipple again, this time slower, drawing the moment out. Noor's back arched, her body pressing closer to him as though she couldn't help herself. The way she moved, the way she reacted to every touch, every kiss, was enough to make Sidharth's own resolve waver.

Sidharth's hands slid down to her bare waist, his fingers pressing into her soft skin as if anchoring her to him. The heat of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, and before Noor could catch her breath, his lips latched onto her nipple once again. This time, there was an intensity to his actions, a hunger that left her gasping.

His mouth worked skillfully, sucking harder, his tongue swirling over the sensitive peak in a rhythm that made her toes curl. As his lips claimed her, his hands gripped her waist firmly, pulling her closer. With deliberate force, he shifted her in his lap, guiding her until she was seated even more snugly against him.

The sudden closeness made Noor's breath hitch audibly. Her heart thundered in her chest as she felt something hard pressing against her through the fabric between them. The realization sent a wave of heat coursing through her, her mind screaming for more even as her body trembled in his hold.

Unable to stop herself, her trembling hand found its way to his hair. Her fingers tangled in the thick strands, pulling him closer, pressing his face more firmly into her chest. Sidharth groaned against her skin, the low, guttural sound vibrating through her and making her arch into him instinctively.

Her breaths came faster, each one mingling with the tension in the air. The way he held her, the way his lips and hands explored her, left her utterly powerless, consumed by the fire he ignited in her. Noor couldn't think, couldn't speak-all she could do was feel, her body surrendering completely to him.

Noor felt butterflies erupt in her stomach, a rush of sensations she couldn't control. Her thighs begged to close, trembling with the tension building in her, but Siddharth's grip on her bare waist left no room for escape. She couldn't move, couldn't stop the way her core clenched in response to the growing heat coursing through her body.

With his hands still firmly holding her waist, Siddharth began to move. His hips shifted slightly, pressing his hardness against her clothed core, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through her. The deliberate motion made Noor gasp, the sound breathless, almost pleading as her lips parted and her body burned with need.

Her breath came in shallow, uneven bursts as the sensation built inside her. She couldn't stop the way her body responded, couldn't fight the heat pooling in her core. Sidharth's movements were slow but purposeful, each roll of his hips pressing her against him, intensifying the ache that had begun to consume her.

Noor's fingers tightened in his hair, her body arching slightly as she felt herself losing control. The friction, the heat, the overwhelming intimacy of the moment made her tremble in his hold. Sidharth's grip on her waist tightened as he guided her movements, the look in his eyes dark and filled with unspoken desire.

He continued, his clothed hardness pressing against her in a rhythm that left her breathless. Noor's body burned, her mind hazy with need, but she didn't stop herself. She let the fire take over, her body moving instinctively against him, completely lost in the moment.

Sidharth's movements grew more deliberate, the slow grind of his hips pressing her closer to the edge. Noor's head fell back, her hair spilling over her shoulders as her breathing turned shallow and erratic. The sensation between them was overwhelming-every shift of his body against hers igniting a fire that spread through her veins.

Her trembling hands slid from his hair to his shoulders, clutching onto him as if he was the only thing grounding her in that moment. The butterflies in her stomach became a storm, her core tightening and throbbing with every roll of his hips. Her thighs quivered, her instinct to close them completely overridden by the way Siddharth held her firmly in place.

"Ahh"

She moaned. His hands on her waist gripped her tighter, almost possessively, as he pressed her down harder against his hardness. The friction sent jolts of pleasure through Noor, drawing another breathless gasp from her parted lips. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body reacting to every calculated movement Siddharth made.

"Cherry," he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver through her. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck, leaving a trail of heat as he kissed her there. His hips continued their slow, torturous rhythm, dragging her further into the haze of desire.

Noor couldn't think-she could only feel. The heat in her core was unbearable, her body burning with a need she couldn't name but couldn't deny. She moved instinctively against him, matching his rhythm as her hands clung to his shoulders. The way he held her, touched her, made her feel like she was his, completely and utterly.

The tension inside her grew unbearable, and she let out a soft moan, her body trembling as she surrendered to the moment. Siddharth's lips found hers again, capturing her in a deep, possessive kiss that only added fuel to the fire burning between them.

Sidharth's kiss was consuming, his lips moving against hers with a hunger that left Noor breathless. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers, coaxing her into a rhythm that matched the slow, deliberate grind of his hips.

Her body burned hotter with every passing second, the friction between them sending shockwaves through her core. Noor couldn't stop the soft whimpers escaping her lips, muffled by his kiss but loud enough for him to hear.

"Ahh-umm"

Sidharth pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers as his dark eyes locked onto hers.

"You feel that?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. His hips moved again, pressing his hardness against her, making her gasp sharply. "That's what you do to me, Noor."

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, but her body betrayed her embarrassment. She couldn't stop the way she pressed into him, seeking more of the intoxicating sensation he was giving her. Her thighs trembled, her body completely at his mercy as she let herself get lost in him.

Sidharth's hands on her waist shifted, sliding up slightly to caress the curve of her back. The warmth of his palms on her bare skin made her arch into him, her chest pressing against his as he captured her lips again. This kiss was slower, deeper, as if he wanted to savor every second of their closeness.

Noor's mind was a haze of desire, every thought replaced by the way Sidharth touched her, kissed her, moved against her. She felt like she was floating, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Her hands slid down to his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath her palms, mirroring her own.

"Aarth" she whispered against his lips, the words escaping before she could even think about them. Her voice was soft, almost pleading, but she didn't care. All she wanted was him, completely and fully, and she couldn't bring herself to hide it anymore.

Sidharth groaned at her words, his grip on her tightening as he pressed her even closer. "Cherry," he replied, his voice heavy with promise, as he leaned in to claim her lips once more.

Sidharth's lips took hers again, but this time with even more urgency, his hunger palpable. His hands traveled up her back, fingers tracing the line of her spine, sending a cascade of shivers through Noor. Every touch, every movement of his hips, every kiss was driving her further into the depths of desire, and she couldn't pull herself out even if she tried.

Her body felt alive, burning with sensations she'd never experienced before. Sidharth tilted her head slightly, deepening their kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a rhythm that left her breathless. Her hands moved of their own accord, running over his chest, his shoulders, down to his arms, needing to feel every inch of him as if to anchor herself in the whirlwind of emotions.

As their kiss broke, Sidharth's lips didn't stop. They trailed down her jaw, to her neck, where he placed open-mouthed kisses that made her pulse race. His tongue flicked against the sensitive skin there, and she tilted her head to give him better access, a soft moan escaping her lips as he nipped lightly.

"Noor," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough and filled with need. "You're driving me insane."

Her cheeks burned at his words, but the heat in her core only intensified. Her shyness intensified as kept on rolling her lips against him. The friction sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her. Sidharth felt it too, and his grip on her waist tightened as he held her firmly in place.

His lips trailed lower, down her collarbone, leaving a trail of warmth that made her shiver. He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting hers, dark with unspoken emotions. And then he dipped his head again, his lips capturing her other nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before sucking gently.

Noor arched into him, her hands threading into his hair, holding him close as her body trembled. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he continued his ministrations. Moving her back & froth on his hard clothed dick.

His name slipped from her lips in a whisper, unbidden but full of emotion.

Sidharth groaned at the sound, the vibration of it sending another jolt of pleasure through her. His hands began to move, one sliding up her back while the other moved to her thigh, his touch possessive yet tender. Noor's breath hitched, her body responding to him in ways she couldn't control, couldn't resist.

"You're mine, Noor," he murmured against her skin, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "Only mine."

Noor let her body go slack, collapsing into Sidharth as the tension and heat that had built within her finally broke. Her chest rose and fell rapidly against him, her breaths shallow, her skin flushed with warmth.

Her face rested on his shoulder, her arms limp at her sides, as if she had been drained of every ounce of energy. It was the first time she had felt anything like this-a fire that consumed her and left her glowing, breathless, and completely undone.

Sidharth stilled beneath her, his movements ceasing as his gaze moved over her. Her head was tilted slightly, her face glowing with the aftermath of their intimacy. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, parted slightly as she struggled to breathe. Strands of her hair clung to her damp forehead, and the way her lashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks made something in him tighten.

His eyes traced her bare form, the curves that fit perfectly against him, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Her skin, glistening with the faint sheen of heat, seemed to call to him, a masterpiece he couldn't stop admiring. The way her body responded to him was etched into his mind, every arch, every tremble, every soft gasp replaying like a melody he couldn't forget.

Her breasts, still bare, rose and fell with each breath, her skin glowing under the faint light of the room.

He noted every detail: the curve of her collarbone, the way her skin flushed deeper in certain places, the softness of her waist beneath his hands. She was beautiful, intoxicatingly so, and he felt a possessive pride swell within him.

Sidharth didn't move for a moment, his hands resting firmly on her waist as he committed every inch of her to memory. It wasn't just her body that captivated him; it was the way she gave herself so completely to him, the way she trusted him even when her own nerves seemed to falter.

In his mind, she was everything-a vision of beauty and vulnerability wrapped in the same form. He thought about how her body had melted into his, how her breaths had hitched and gasped as he touched her. It wasn't just the physical that left him breathless; it was the way she let go, the way she surrendered to him without hesitation.

Her front was still bare to him, her soft, warm skin exposed, and yet she didn't seem to notice or care. She had given herself over completely, and that trust, that willingness, made his chest ache in a way he couldn't quite describe.

He allowed himself to bask in the moment, his lips brushing lightly over her shoulder as he thought about everything she was to him. She was his, and no one else could ever touch her this way, could ever see her the way he did now. And in that moment, as he held her trembling form against him, he knew he would do anything to keep her like this-safe, vulnerable, and completely his.

Sidharth felt his chest tighten as his eyes moved down to Noor. Her body was still pressed against his, soft and warm, but he noticed she wasn't moving anymore. His breath hitched, and he shifted slightly, the tightness of his own arousal still very present, but he froze when he realized she had drifted off to sleep.

A soft smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at her peaceful face. Her lips were slightly parted, her cheek resting on his chest, and her arms hung limply by her sides. There was an innocence about her even now, a vulnerability that made his heart ache in the most tender way.

He leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss over her lips, careful not to wake her. The softness of her mouth against his made him linger for a moment longer than he intended, but he pulled back, his gaze softening as he took her in.

Carefully, he shifted her in his arms, cradling her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Her blouse was still undone, her bare skin exposed, but he didn't bother to fix it. Instead, he shifted on bed and gently laid her down, taking care to make sure she was comfortable.

The soft light of the room bathed her in a warm glow, highlighting the curves of her body as she rested. Sidharth reached for the comforter, pulling it up over her to shield her from the cool air, but as he straightened up, his gaze lingered.

His eyes moved over her, unbidden, and they stopped at her chest. The comforter had slipped slightly, leaving just enough of her bare skin exposed to tempt him. His jaw clenched as his gaze lingered on the sight of her full breasts, the soft rise and fall of them with each breath she took.

The memory of her in his arms, her warmth, the way her soft skin had felt under his lips-it all came rushing back. Her nipples, a brown, still slightly swollen from his earlier attention, seemed to call out to him, tempting him to lean down and taste her again.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away, but the temptation was almost unbearable. His fists clenched at his sides as he took a step back, his body still burning with the need she had ignited in him. But she was asleep, her face serene, her body relaxed, and he couldn't disturb her-not now.

With a deep breath, Sidharth turned, running a hand through his hair as he tried to calm the fire within him. He glanced back at her one last time, the sight of her peaceful form etched into his memory, before stepping away from the bed.

Sidharth's pov-

Standing at the edge of the bed, I couldn't pull my eyes away from her. My Noor lay there, peaceful and serene, her delicate features softened by sleep. Her lips were slightly parted, her chest rising and falling in the quiet rhythm of dreams. Her blouse was still undone, the faint marks I had left on her skin a testament to how deeply I craved her, how deeply I always would.

She was everything-soft, trusting, and mine. The thought sent a dangerous thrill through me, but I tamped it down, focusing on her peaceful face. She deserved rest after how I'd taken her, how I'd let my obsession with her consume me like a fire that wouldn't die out.

I let my gaze travel down her body, my chest tightening at the sight of her bare skin peeking out from under the comforter I'd tried to pull over her. My jaw clenched as I glanced at myself, still painfully hard, still aching for her. The memory of her soft gasps and the way her body moved against mine played on repeat in my head, tormenting me.

Fuvk!

But she needed her rest. I couldn't wake her, no matter how badly I wanted to pull her into my arms again and lose myself in her warmth. She looked so small, so vulnerable, and I felt the fierce need to protect her, to shield her even from my own desire.

"I can wait," I muttered under my breath, my voice rough with restraint. "She shouldn't be disturbed."

Leaning down, I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, letting my lips linger there as if the touch could ground me. "Sleep, Noor," I whispered, her name a promise, a vow I would never break.

I straightened, pulling the comforter fully over her, tucking her in as if to seal her away from the storm raging inside me. She didn't stir, only sighed softly in her sleep, her face the picture of innocence. My fists clenched at my sides as I forced myself to turn away and head toward the washroom.

The cold tiles beneath my feet did little to cool the heat that coursed through my body. I stripped off my clothes with an urgency that bordered on desperation, stepping into the shower and turning the water as cold as it would go. The icy spray hit me like a jolt, but it wasn't enough.

Closing my eyes, I leaned against the shower wall, letting the water cascade over me, hoping it would drown the fire that burned in my veins. But instead, the memories came back, vivid and relentless.

Her lips trembling as she gasped my name. The way her body had arched into mine, soft and pliant, as if she had been made for me. The taste of her skin, the sound of her breathless moans-every detail seared itself into my mind, making my blood thrum with need.

I pressed my forehead against the cool tiles, my fists clenching as I tried to focus on anything but her. But I couldn't. She was everywhere-in my thoughts, in my veins, in the air I breathed.

"She's mine," I whispered harshly, the words tumbling out like a dark prayer. "Every inch of her is mine."

But she needed her rest. I had to remind myself of that, even as my body screamed for her. Even as I stood there under the cold water, painfully hard, painfully aware that no amount of waiting or distance would lessen the hunger I felt for her.

She was my undoing, my obsession, my everything. And even in this unbearable ache, I couldn't help but love her more for it.

I clenched his jaw so tightly it ached, my eyes fixated on the sight of her bare breasts. The way they rose and fell with each breath, soft and inviting, was enough to make my throat go dry. I could still feel them against my tongue in my mind-warm, pliant, and intoxicating. It wasn't just a memory; it was a craving that refused to leave me.

"Fuck," I growled under his breath, the word slipping out before I could stop it. My hand slid down to the unrelenting hardness straining against my pants, my fingers wrapping around throbbing & growing my hard on with a grip that was both desperate and deliberate.

I leaned his head back against the wall, closing my eyes as I let the image of her consume me In my mind, she was on my lap, her hips rolling over my clothed arousal, her soft moans echoing in my ears. The way her head tilted back, the way she gasped when I gripped her waist-it was all too vivid, too real.

My breathing turned ragged, my chest rising and falling as my hand moved in slow, measured strokes. Each movement was a futile attempt to chase the high she ignited in me. The friction, even through the fabric, felt maddening, like an ache he could never quite satisfy.

The tension coiled tighter and tighter, my body straining as my strokes became faster, rougher, my need overtaking me. His brows furrowed, ny lips parting to let out a low, guttural sound that I couldn't contain. The memory of her body moving against mine, her heat, her scent-it pushed me over the edge.

A sharp gasp escaped me as the release hit, a shudder ripping through me, leaving my body taut before it finally gave way. His hand stilled, and I exhaled shakily, my jaw loosening but my chest still heaving. Even as the pleasure ebbed away, the frustration remained, pooling in my gut. I opened my eyes, a mix of relief and torment swirling in them.

She was a need I couldn't escape, no matter how much I tried.
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The bathroom door clicked behind me, the cool air meeting the heat still clinging to my skin. I didn't bother with a shirt; I don't need that.

Water dripped down my chest, trailing over the ridges of muscle, but I wasn't thinking about that. My eyes were on her.

My Noor

She lay there, oblivious to the storm raging inside me, her breaths soft and steady. The faint light from the bedside lamp touched her face, her slightly parted lips, the curve of her body under the sheets. My throat tightened as I walked toward her. She didn't know what she did to me-how just existing in my space drove me to the edge of control.

Sliding under the covers, I moved closer, my hand finding her waist with an almost desperate need. The feel of her warmth under my fingers sent a shiver through me. Tugging her up just enough, I pressed her flush against me, needing to feel her, to erase the space between us.

Our chests collided, her softness molding into my hardness, and my breath hitched. My body reacted immediately, the ache in my stomach sharp and unrelenting. Every inch of her was a temptation, a punishment, and a salvation all at once.

My hand tightened on her waist as I buried my face in her neck.

I inhaled deeply, and her scent slammed into me. Sweet. Familiar. Mine.

It wasn't enough-I needed more. I breathed her in again, dragging the air into my lungs like I couldn't survive without it. My hold on her tightened, my fingers digging into her skin as I fought the madness she stirred inside me.

She stirred slightly, her body shifting against mine, and I felt her skin brush against me. Heat flared through me like wildfire, and a curse slipped from my lips, low and guttural. My jaw clenched as I tried to control it, but control wasn't something I had anymore-not with her.

Leaning down, I took one of her nipples into my mouth, closing my lips around it with a desperation I couldn't hide. Her softness, her taste-it was maddening. I sucked gently, savoring her, my tongue brushing against her as I let myself drown in her.

She frowned in her sleep, her brow furrowing slightly, and my chest tightened. My hand moved up, threading through her hair in a soothing motion, trying to ease her. Even in sleep, she was everything to me. Everything.

I didn't stop. I couldn't. I kept sucking lightly, my lips and tongue moving over her, even as exhaustion tugged at me. My body was still on fire, but I didn't care.

She was in my arms, in my mouth, in my world. I didn't let go, not even when sleep finally pulled me under. Even then, she was mine, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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