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The moment those words left my lips, Vishnu’s strong arms encircled my waist, hauling me flush against him as his mouth crashed down on mine. F*ck! I couldn’t believe this was happening. Vishnu, the man responsible for all my recent wet dreams, was kissing me in a way only he could—passionately, hungrily. And just as I’d always imagined, he pushed me against the wall behind, and pinned me hard with his body and mouth. I responded with equal fervour, letting out all the pent-up tension between us in that moment. He tasted of whiskey and something so distinctly masculine that I knew I was addicted to his taste. Nothing could ever compare to this… to him.

Even as we kissed, I could feel the raw strength in his body, the power that seemed to pulse through him. My hands instinctively found their way to his hair, gripping the strands that were slightly longer than most men, reaching down to his nape. I had always wondered what it would be like to run my fingers through his hair while we kissed, and now I knew—it felt incredible.

Our kiss was greedy and all-consuming, like we were trying to make up for lost time. Although Vishnu never let it show on his face, I always knew he had a soft corner for me, along with a wild side overflowing with dark desires that I was more than willing to fulfil. This maddening chemistry is what I craved for. His hands roamed over my curves possessively, pulling me closer, while my fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to me. The world outside faded into oblivion, leaving just the two of us caught in this moment of passion.

Our hands moved restlessly, exploring and caressing each other as the kiss deepened, becoming more and more heated and desperate with each passing second. A sharp ache shot through my core as his hand slid up my spine. I pressed myself harder against him, feeling the heat of his body through his clothes. The sensation was electrifying.

In the heat of the moment, we accidentally knocked over a vase. The sound of shattering glass momentarily broke the spell. But we didn’t care. We were too lost in our intoxicating embrace to let anything else distract us. When we finally broke apart, breathless and dazed, the fire between us was still far from extinguished. Vishnu’s eyes bore into mine, dark with desire. It didn’t look like he was repenting the kiss, nor was I.

We stood there for a few breathless seconds, our gazes locked and our bodies thrumming with barely contained desire. It was as if time had slowed down, allowing us to savour the silent conversation that passed between us. I could see it written all over Vishnu’s face—the hunger, the need, the desperation to close the distance between us. And if I was being honest, I knew my own expression mirrored his. We both wanted the same thing, and we both knew it.

It was a silent challenge, both of us daring the other to make the first move, to cross that invisible line that had kept us at arm’s length for so long. It took every ounce of my willpower not to simply launch myself into his arms again and urge him to do wicked things to me. I would have literally begged for it if Vishnu’s strong arms hadn’t pulled me flush against him again. His mouth crashed down on mine again, leading to a frenzy of desperate kisses.

Our lips moved together with a fierce urgency this time, as if we were starved for one another. His hands once again roamed hungrily over my curves, setting my skin ablaze wherever they touched. I, in turn, gripped the front of his shirt, unwilling to let him escape this embrace. I needed this. I needed him.

Suddenly, his hand slid further down and gripped my thigh. Then he pulled my leg up to wrap around his waist. In one swift, fluid motion, I wound both my legs around his waist as he effortlessly lifted me off the ground. Our mouths never parted. Our bodies fused together in a desperate, heated need.

Vishnu carried me like that towards my bedroom. I could feel the urgency in his steps, the way he nearly tripped over himself in his haste to get us there. But he never once let go of me, unwilling to break the connection between us.

I had no idea how he managed to open the door, probably with a forceful kick, but suddenly, I felt the softness of the mattress beneath me. The dim moonlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, casting a warm, intimate glow over us. Vishnu hovered over me, his body covering mine as our kiss continued, hungry and relentless.

My hands flew to the buttons of his shirt, frantically working to free him from the confines of the fabric. I needed to feel his skin against mine, to explore every inch of him with my fingertips. Vishnu, in turn, slid the straps of my dress down my shoulders, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the newly exposed skin.

His kisses traced over my collarbone and down to my shoulders, each touch sending a shiver through me. The sensation of his mouth on my skin was almost too much to bear, yet I craved more.

The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, the quiet sighs and moans that escaped us as we revelled in the closeness. Unbuttoning him, I pulled down his shirt from his shoulder. There was something intoxicating about the way his muscles shifted beneath my touch, the raw power in him that made me feel both safe and exhilarated.

We were unstoppable tonight, caught up in the passion that had been building between us for far too long. Nothing else mattered but this moment, this connection that had finally burst into life.

As Vishnu continued to devour me with his hot lips, the heat between us reached a fever pitch. I knew there was no going back from this now.

VISHNU

From the club to her apartment, from kissing her to bringing her to her bedroom with Simran beneath me on her bed—I couldn’t recall how things had escalated so quickly. It had been a blur of heated glances, desperate touches, and unspoken need that had brought us here, and now, nothing else mattered but the feel of her body against mine, the taste of her lips, and the sound of our mingled breaths.

We were lost in a tangle of limbs and passion, our world narrowed down to this single, searing connection. I’d never touched a woman like this unless I had feelings for her. And even though I might never have admitted it to myself before tonight, Simran had been on my mind more than I cared to acknowledge. Her charm, her wit, her beauty—all of it had haunted me, but tonight, it was crystal clear—I wanted her, craved her with an intensity that shocked me to the core.

Despite the alcohol buzzing through my veins, my body was keenly aware of everything we were doing to each other and what was about to come. As my shirt slid down my shoulders, Simran propped herself up on her elbow, her other hand exploring the contours of my chest and abs. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I moved and pulled her onto my lap, letting her feel the full extent of my desire for her.

Her cool fingers traced my collarbone, followed by the searing heat of her mouth. I groaned, gripping her hips tightly as she kissed and nipped at my skin. I wanted to savour every flavour of her skin that crossed my tongue tonight. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that a woman could make me so addicted to her taste, that she could turn a stoic man like me so crazy and desperate with need and desire. When her cool chocolate brown eyes met mine, a flicker of sanity tried to surface. I wouldn’t go further until I knew she wanted this as much as I did tonight.

I rested my forehead against hers, my breath ragged, knowing this was a dangerous line we were about to cross.

“We’re drunk,” I said, my voice rough with both desire and a hint of anguish.

Simran, ever the tease, smirked at me. “Does that bother you? Worried you won’t last long?” she quipped, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.

I cupped her jaw, bringing her lips close to mine but not quite touching. “I’m not worried about losing control. I’m worried about being too rough... about hurting you,” I admitted, my breath mingling with hers. “You should be scared of me,” I growled, every word laced with warning, though even I knew it was a hollow threat. I would never hurt her.

But Simran, damn her, she only smiled at me—that infuriating, alluring smile that had driven me to the edge tonight. Her nails scraped gently along my jawline, and then she buried her hands in my hair, tugging me closer.

“Scared? Of you? I’ve been anything but scared when it comes to you, Vishnu,” she purred. “And a little rough… doesn’t sound too bad to me.”

Hell yes! Who was this woman? Her bold words undid me. Any restraint I’d clung to was gone, burned down by her fearless challenge.

I crashed my lips to hers again, unable to resist the temptation any longer. My hands roamed over her body, tracing every curve as if committing each soft sigh and moan to memory. Simran matched my passion, her fingers raking down my back and pulling me closer.

I flipped us again, pinning her beneath me. Our eyes locked, and at that moment, I knew there was no going back. Maybe this was the start of something that could change both our lives forever.