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Kabir

Fuck!

I was kissing her.

This woman—wrapped in my arms—she was mine. Not in some possessive, caveman way. No. She was mine in that quiet, aching, soul-bound kind of way. And I would’ve done anything to keep her there, right then, pressed against me like she belonged.

“ Jaan ,” she whispered against my lips.

I stilled.

My heart slammed into my ribs like it was trying to claw its way out.

Had she just—?

I pulled back, eyes wide, blinking at her like I wasn’t sure I’d heard it right.

“ Heer ,” I said, my voice rough. “Did you just call me—?”

She let out a soft, tear-laced chuckle and nodded, her smile lopsided and full of something I didn’t dare name.

“Life,” she whispered. “ Jaan. Meri jaan .”

This woman… this woman had plans to kill me, and I would let her. Gladly.

I shook my head, dazed. “You… what?”

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak beyond that. I hadn’t expected it. Hadn’t hoped for it. I just wanted her. Wanted to give her every piece of me I’d held back for so damn long.

She waved a hand in front of my face, fingers snapping playfully. “You good, Mr. Kabir Gill?”

That broke whatever spell I was under. I smirked and gently tugged her toward the bed, her fingers tightening around mine as she sat down willingly.

Sitting wasn’t going to cut it.

I braced myself above her, knees on either side of her thighs, watching her lean back into the mattress until she lay there beneath me—eyes glistening, mouth parted, looking at me like I was something worth wanting.

“You call me that one more time,” I whispered against her lips, “and I swear I’ll explode.”

She grinned, lips tugging into a wicked pout. “Aw… been too long, Cipher?”

I nodded, pressing my nose against hers. “Seven years.”

Her eyes widened, stunned. “You’re joking. You’ve… you never?”

I shook my head slowly, a smile playing on my lips. Gently—so gently, like she was made of the most precious glass—I took one of her hands and guided it above her head, holding it there. Just feeling her pulse skip against my palm.

“You went without sex for seven years?” she asked again, voice breathy, full of disbelief.

“Why is that so hard to believe?” I murmured, dropping a trail of kisses from her cheek to her jaw, then lower—like I was following a map I’d memorized in dreams. My mouth found the delicate curve of her neck and I lingered there, savoring it.

“But… didn’t all of you Squad Six boys go out? You know… night outs, random hookups, I remember that.”

Her breath was catching now. Her tone hazy, cracking just enough to tell me she was barely holding on.

I nipped at her skin, just enough to make her gasp. “Kabir…”

There. That’s what I needed.

I lifted my head just enough to look into her eyes. “And where was I,” I asked softly, “when Zarek, Logan, and Dylan went out? Where was I, Heer?”

Her other hand had found its way to the back of my neck, fingers tangled in my hair like she’d never let go.

And then I saw it hit her. The realization.

Her lips parted. “With me,” she whispered.

I chuckled, the sound rumbling against her throat. Her expression was priceless—equal parts awe and disbelief, like she hadn’t known she’d had me all along.

“But…” she started, stumbling over her words, “but men have needs.”

I leaned in again, burying my face in her neck, letting my tongue trail fire across her skin.

“You’re my need, Lia,” I murmured.

And I meant every damn word.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

I needed her. Every inch of her. Every sound, every breath, every shiver I’d dreamed of for years—I wanted them now, from her. No more hiding behind jokes or longing from a distance.

“I love you,” she whispered suddenly, her voice soft and fierce all at once.

I froze, blinking down at her.

She’d never said those words to me before. I’d known—of course I had. Her speech made sure of that. But hearing them like this, unprompted, cut through everything I thought I was prepared for.

I grinned, trying to lighten the moment. “I know.”

She frowned at me. “I’m in love with you.”

I let out a slow breath, reverent. “Great,” I murmured, tugging her top over her head, revealing soft, perfect skin and a dark blue bra that made my brain short-circuit.

She didn’t shy away. Didn’t cover herself. She just glared, daring me to look and never forget.

I took off my own shirt as she reached back and unclasped her bra.

“I’ve been in love with you for years ,” she snapped, almost angrily.

The bra was officially off and I bit my lower lip as I nodded.

“That’s fantastic,” I said, half-dazed, half-starving.

Next thing I knew, the bra hit me square in the face.

“You—” she huffed, full of attitude and heat. “ Behenchod .”

I laughed, low and wicked. “In a minute, baby. Not yet.”

We were both stripping now, clothes flying in opposite directions like we’d done it a million times before.

Maybe we had imagined it a million times before. I definitely had.

But this wasn’t about sex.

This was about finally loving her—with nothing between us. No noise. No pretense. Just her and me, stripped bare of everything except what was real.

Amelia Desmond.

My Heer .

She laughed, breathless and radiant. “I love you too, Amelia Desmond,” she singsonged. “I’m whipped too, Amelia Desmond.”

I slid her panties down and stared at her like a man who’d found his purpose. “In about three seconds, I’m gonna be pussy -whipped, Amelia Desmond.”

And then I dove in without warning.

My mouth met her pussy like it had always belonged there. Tongue, teeth, worship. She was wet—so fucking wet—and the taste of her was already imprinted in my bloodstream.

“Oh fuck, Kabir!”

Her moans echoed off the walls, desperate and shameless, and I swore I would never get enough. My fingers joined the rhythm, slow and deep, teasing her just right.

She had pulled a pillow under her head, her gaze locked on mine as I flicked my tongue and nipped her clit, over and over.

I pressed my thumb down gently as I murmured against her, “You know I fucking love you, Heer . But that doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you with my tongue first.”

She whimpered, hips rising to meet me. “Jesus…”

“Kabir,” she growled my name, guttural, frustrated, needy.

I gave her what she wanted, burying myself in her, every moan from her lips spurring me on. I was aching—literally throbbing in my boxers—but I wasn’t stopping until she shattered.

But then she pushed me away.

I blinked, confused, knowing she hadn’t come yet. She sat up, eyes blazing, and before I could ask what she was doing, she flipped us with a move that could only be pure jiu-jitsu.

And suddenly, I was flat on my back, blinking up at her gorgeous plump ass, hovering over me.

Wait…

My boxers were gone.

Hell— I was gone the next second.

“My mouth gets to fuck you, too, Mr. Gill,” she mumbled before I felt the delicious heat wrapping around my hard fucking cock.

Oh.

She was wild with it too. Like he was her own personal joystick.

I groaned, head falling back. “Oh my God…”

She took me like she owned me—because she did—her mouth sinful and relentless. I gripped her thighs and pulled her down, burying my face between her legs again, because I needed her, too.

I wanted her to fucking suffocate me.

My tongue found its rhythm. My hands spreading her—baring her every inch. Her moans got louder. Her body trembled above me. And I was barely hanging on.

Not yet, Kabir.

Not until she came.

Her mouth slipped off my cock with a choked cry just as a scream—raw and unfiltered—ripped from her throat.

I latched onto her clit again, hard, as her orgasm surged through her. She trembled above me, her thighs clenching, her body helplessly writhing from the aftershocks.

But then, even as the tremors still rippled through her, she leaned down and took me into her mouth again.

Fuck.

I was right there.

I tapped her ass—my silent signal that if she didn’t want me to come down her throat, she needed to move. But she didn’t. She stayed.

And when my release hit, it came fast and hard, my moan muffled against her skin as her body sagged forward, still pulsing from her own high.

I couldn’t help it—I licked her clit again. Once. Twice.

She jolted with each stroke, whimpering, breathless.

She stayed like that for a long while before turning around. Staring at my smug face.

But I sobered pretty quickly when I saw tears streaming down her face.

And I knew. I knew it wasn’t because my cock was in her mouth earlier.

She slowly crawled up my chest, her face nestled in the crook of my neck.

I wrapped her in my arms—my heart pounding out of my chest.

What—

She sniffled and that bloody organ in my chest just about gave out.

“ Heer ,” I croaked—my voice tight with fear.

Did I do something?

Fuck.

She whispered against my neck. “I’m sorry.”

I frowned as I shifted us, so I could see her face.

This time, I didn’t hold back. I wiped the tears away.

I couldn’t handle them, dammit.

“Baby, why are you sorry?”

She sobbed then.

What the fuck?

I held her tight, fearing I was losing her again.

My gut twisted.

“Talk to me,” my voice trembled. “Please, talk to me, Heer .”

She hiccuped between her sobs and said something I couldn’t hear.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t understand. Please repeat that, baby.”

She sobbed again, clutching my neck for dear life.

Oh my God. I was going to fucking die.

“I…” she tried again. “We could have had this the whole time.”

She ended on a wail before adding. “I was so fucking sex-deprived!”

I sagged with relief.

Wait…

Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Don’t—

I failed.

“We haven’t had sex yet, though.” I said unhelpfully as I tried to mask my laugh behind a cough.

She slapped my chest. Hard.

“Moron.” She mumbled and sniffled before nestling closer to me. Her face was fully buried in my neck.

A chuckle rumbled in my chest involuntarily.

Another slap.

I held her tighter this time.