In one fluid, dominant motion, he pulls her up from the sofa. He sits back down heavily, then guides her down, turning her so her back is to his chest as she settles onto his lap. The firm ridge of his hard cock, still confined within his trousers, presses insistently against the cleft of her ass through the thin fabric of her clothes.
His arms wrap around her, hands immediately going to work on her shirt. Buttons pop and scatter as he tears it open from the front. He doesn't bother with the clasp of her bra; he simply hooks his fingers under the cups and yanks them down, exposing her breasts to the cool, stale air of the room.
Hey beautiful readers ✨ If you're here, it means you've found Sinful Yearning — and that means the world to me. This story is more than just ink and fire — it’s a piece of my heart, and I’m so grateful you’ve chosen to walk through it with Meher and Aarav. Your reads, votes, and comments aren't just numbers — they’re pure magic. They push me to keep writing, dreaming, and creating stories that make your heart race and your soul ache. 💭 If you love this journey and want to support me even more: 💬 Leave a comment — I read every single one. 💛 Vote for chapters — it fuels the fire. 📣 Share the story with your fellow dark romance lovers. 🌸 Follow me for updates, sneak peeks, and steamy extras! And if you ever just want to say hi… my inbox is open 💕 With all my heart, Meera Dogra author of Sinful Yearning
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