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Story: The Deceit

With every passing moment, our kisses grew hungrier, and our bodies pressed together in desperation. I tore off her dress in a frenzy before tossing it aside. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of her, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight.

Her hair fanned out on the pillow, a dark halo framing her flushed face. I paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of Simran—lips swollen from our kisses, chest rising and falling with every breath, eyes dark with desire. She was intoxicating, more potent than any alcohol I’d consumed that night. I groaned, burying my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the seductive scent that was uniquely hers. My lips found her pulse point, and I sucked hard, claiming her… marking her.

MINE.

My usually deft fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, trembling with need. Simran giggled softly, reaching behind to help me. As the garment fell away, I couldn’t help but stare, mesmerised once again by the perfection before me. My hands cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

“Vishnu,” she breathed, her voice a mixture of plea and demand.

I lowered my head, replacing my fingers with my mouth. Simran’s back arched off the bed as I lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and teasing nips. Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me close as soft moans escaped her.

My free hand slowly trailed down her stomach, my fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her damp panties. I paused, looking up at her, silently seeking permission. Her heavy-lidded eyes, brimming with desire, answered with a single nod. I slid it down her legs with trembling fingers and sat back on my heels, drinking in the sight of her fully nude form. And my breath caught in my throat. She was exquisite—all soft curves and smooth skin. I traced my fingers along her thighs, marvelling at how her body responded to me.

I hadn’t even touched her to my heart’s content when Simran’s hands reached for the button of my pants. She didn’t shy away from unbuttoning it and pulling it down from my waistline. The urgency in her actions fuelled my own desire. Losing what little control I had left, I helped her, quickly shedding the rest of my clothes until we were both bare before each other. Her eyes roamed over my body hungrily, stopping on my manhood. The look of appreciation in her gaze quickly turned into something else—fear, or maybe hesitation—as she saw me in my full glory. I could sense she was wondering, unsure if I would fit into her easily or not. She might not have realised it yet, but after everything we shared, I knew one thing for sure. Every part of me was made for Simran. Only her.

The next instant, her hand wrapped around my length, stroking it up and down in a slow rhythm. I stifled a groan, captivated by the pleasure she ignited within me. A look of wonder crossed her face as she explored every inch of me, her eyes never leaving mine throughout. I knew if I let her continue, this would be over far too quickly.

Gently, I removed her hand, bringing it to my lips to place a soft kiss on her palm. She would get plenty of time for this, but not tonight. I lowered myself onto her, our bodies aligning perfectly. I could feel the heat radiating from her core, and it took every ounce of self-control not to thrust into her immediately.

Instead, I captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all my pent-up desire and unspoken feelings into it again. I’d lost count of our kisses. My hand slid between us, my fingers finding her most sensitive spot. Simran gasped into my mouth as I began to stroke her, her hips rising to meet my touch.

I watched her face as I pleasured her, mesmerised by the play of emotions that flitted over her delicate features. Her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted in silent ecstasy as I worked her towards her peak. I could feel her body slowly tensing beneath me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Look at me,” I commanded softly, my fingers sliding in and out of her, never ceasing their rhythmic strokes.

Simran’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine. I could see everything she was feeling reflected in those dark brown depths—desire, vulnerability, and unwavering trust.

With a cry that I quickly muffled with my lips, Simran came undone. Her body arched off the bed, trembling against me as waves of pleasure washed over her. I held her close. As her breathing began to slow, I shifted and positioned myself at her entrance. Her eyes met mine once more, a mix of satisfaction and renewed desire evident in them.

“Please,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around my waist, urging me closer.

I couldn’t resist her plea. Slowly, savouring every sensation, I pushed into her welcoming heat. We both gasped at the exquisite feeling of our bodies joining. I paused when I was fully inside her, giving us both a moment to adjust before I began to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm. Simran met me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet mine. The room soon filled with the sounds of our passion—our soft moans, and the rhythmic creak of the bed. I could feel the tension building within me, a molten heat pooling in my lower abdomen.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her breath coming in quick, short pants. “Faster,” she urged, her voice thick with need.

I obliged, increasing my pace. The change in rhythm had Simran crying out, her head thrown back in pleasure. Taking advantage of the moment, I trailed hot kisses down her exposed neck, my lips latching on to her fluttering pulse.

“God, Vishnu,” she moaned, her inner walls clenching around me.

Her second climax was approaching as her body trembled beneath me. My own release wasn’t far behind. I slipped a hand between our bodies, my thumb finding her sensitive bud.

“Come for me again, Simran,” I growled, my control slipping. “I want to feel you come all over me.”

My words seemed to push her over the edge. Simran cried out, her body arching off the bed as another orgasm crashed over her. The sight and feel of her coming undone beneath me was my undoing. With a guttural groan, I followed her over the precipice, burying myself deep inside her as waves of pleasure washed over me.

For several long moments, we lay there, tangled together, our hearts racing and breaths mingling. I pressed soft kisses to Simran’s face—her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose—before finally capturing her lips in a tender kiss.

Slowly, reluctantly, I rolled off her, instantly missing the warmth of her body. Then, I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her as she nestled against my chest. A comfortable silence fell over us, broken only by the sound of our gradually steadying breaths.

Although the night of our passion had just begun, a small part of my mind couldn’t help but wonder about the dawn that awaited us. When the heat of this moment would wane and reality would set in, Simran and I would have to confront the implications of our actions and what they might mean for our future together.

CHAPTER 7

SIMRAN

*PRESENT*

As soon as I end the call with my assistant Julie, I turn back toward the living room, expecting to see Vishnu where I had left him. But… but the room is empty. My heart skips a beat. Where could he have gone? He was right here just moments ago. A cold, terrifying thought grips me, and my pulse quickens. What if… what if he’s in there? In my bedroom? With my son?

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