"Fuck jaan…" he swears, his voice wrecked with want. He lowers himself, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs wider apart. He places a series of open-mouthed, burning kisses along her inner thigh, each one closer to her core. His stubble scrapes her delicate skin, a delicious friction. His tongue darts out to taste the skin where her thigh meets her body, salty with sweat and the faint, iron tang of her blood. He moans, the vibration against her making her jolt.
"Rohan… please… waha mat karo, ganda hai" she whimpers, her head thrashing on the pillow. But her hips make an involuntary, tiny roll upwards, seeking contact.
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