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{ You are my burning desire : Let me melt in your fire and whisper secrets on your skin }
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Sanskaar Maheshwari kissed exactly the way he was. Hot & commanding.

His one hand curved around her neck, one hand sliding down her dress, and he kissed her like there is no tomorrow. His lips moved against hers in fierce, urgent need and he demanded complete surrender in return.

If Swara thought she knew how it feels to be kissed by Sanskaar Maheshwari, Oh she didn't.

Nothing came close, No mere imagination, No dream ... No fantasy. Nothing was soft about it. He kissed her with a raw primal need, setting every sense on fire.

It was only for a few minutes she could hold her forte before her will crumbled to pieces and she gave in. Her hands tangled into his hair... she arched onto him and kissed back equally needy.

Sanskaar let out a half-growl and half-moan... at her response. He should have been lost in those sensations coursing through him, yet his body took in everything.

The touch of her fingers, those strokes, those little whimpers of pleasure as she yielded to his desire ... every freaking thing was enough to drive him crazy.

She was enough.

She tasted like chocolate ... like sin. A sin he would willingly commit again and again.

He broke the kiss ...his breath heavy and hot against hers. Her eyes were half closed, her red lips already swollen from his passion...she looked like a sexy siren. And he wanted more.

His one draped around her waist, his hand dived into their hair, a possessive tug, her face lifted up to his "What do you want to know, Swara?"
A husky, rumbled whisper over her wet lips, Swara trembled in his hands.

Oh! That sweet moan from her mouth ...he is gonna taste it. Take every inch of her.

Sanskaar dragged his lips from her face to ear in slow, languorous movements, his every word brushing her skin .. like a slow, sweet poison.
"Do you want to know how much I want you? How crazy am I for you? How your mere presence burns me up."

She didn't know what was turning her on ... his fingers exploring her body, those drugging kisses, or those husky murmurs making her lose her mind.
" You don't know what you do to me, Swara. You drive me nuts. You consume my days and nights. I can't stop thinking about you, dreaming about you."

" Sanskaar ..." His name fell from her lips like a plea, parting with a needy gasp. And his mouth closed over hers for another searing kiss.
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Somewhere in between stumbling, her back hit the hard surface. They parted with ragged breaths and Sanskaar knows he is never gonna have enough of her ..Never.

The frantic rush ...the desperation to make her his. He grabbed her hands, pinning them to a glass wall, which had been witness to all their steamy encounters. His lips dipped down to her neck ... taking his fill of long and deep, short & sweet kisses ...from one end to another.

Swara stood helpless as he teased her mercilessly. She burned at his every touch, every kiss...a desperate need clutching her insides.Her every moan and gasp was like sweet music to his ears.

His face buried into her neck, and he breathed her in. if she tasted like nectar, her sweet fragrance was soothing. It was the same one he gifted to her, blooming on her skin."Tell me, how do I stop this mad need to claim you, breathe you every minute of my existence.'' He moved up to meet her eyes.

" Tell me, Swara."
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His eyes spell a longing...clearing any misconceptions she had. This is how she wanted him, equally desperate for her, to know she isn't the only one in this ...

Sanskaar closed his eyes with a sigh at the touch of her lips over his cheek. This isn't the answer he was expecting. Her soft lips, the rasp of it over his stubble.

"Swara," His hoarse voice .. laced with need was enough to cue for her. Her lips traced his jawline with a mix of curiosity and eagerness. She wanted to feel him, see if she could pleasure him the same way ...with no holds barred. She ran her tongue over the salty skin of his neck ..tasting him, breathing him. His perfume, Just like she wanted. Light and refreshing notes of zesty lemon, and peppermint. God! She could keep tasting him forever ... her lips touched the base of his neck, and moved down....

"Don't .." Sanskaar murmured, his fingers curling over hers in a tight hold.

What was she doing to him? She didn't have a clue of how her slightest touch wreaked havoc on all his senses. Wasn't this the same reason he stopped himself all these days?

"You don't have to stop," She murmured, her lips closing around his ear lobe. And that was the last restraint she broke.

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His every control snapped, and Sanskaar pleasured her in ways she could never think of. All Swara could do was drown helplessly in a whirlpool of sensations that hit her one after another. It was in between she caught his murmurs faintly... on how he wanted to see her red, how gorgeous she looked.

And it was in one swift move, he turned her back, his eyes eager to get a look at hidden treasures. Her face pressed to the glass, Swara waited with a frantic heartbeat as he pushed her hair aside. She picked a two-piece, a midi, and a top. A backless held by strings to go with it.

His shocking gasp was enough proof, he liked it. He didn't have to touch her, his smoldering gaze was enough. She could feel it lighting up all her insides. He leaned forward pressing into her softness and made no secret of his arousal. If she was intending to drive him crazy with this little piece of red .. she definitely succeeded.

"Damn you, Swara". He teased her .. his lips a faint trace over the back of her ear. Her toes curled up, and Swara held back her moans.

Everything happened before she could gather her lost sense. His hands undoing strings, the silk sliding from her shoulder. The coolness hit her skin, baring her back to him. A touch of his lips..the desire raked to her like a blazing fire, as he made his way up teasing her with little wet kisses till she cried with a need for more ...

"Say, this is for me, Only for me, Swara." He murmured into her ear. Her knees turned weak, her insides swirling with mad desire.

His one hand wrapped around her waist, another tangled into her hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging her head back, giving him more access to the slender curve of her neck. And his lips dipped down, sucking a soft spot.

For the first time, Swara let out a scream of pleasure. She wasn't thinking anymore. It was him and only him...his every touch, every whisper imprinted on her skin. " Say it,Swara."

Yes! She cried out as his hands molded over her softness, toyed with a sensitive peak.

And she knew there was no going back from this. She wanted this and he was giving it to her. Sanskaar didn't want to stop. The caged need ... broke free and there was no way out. His shirt touched her top on her floor as they met skin to skin.

Harsh hot breaths and ragged moans filled the air... and Sanskaar never felt more thankful for his tinted glass and soundproof cabin.

Her every cry and scream, taking his name trembling with a mindless need ... This is how he dreamt of her, in his hands, her skin melting under his lips, her nails on his back leaving proof of their unleashed passion.

It was at the end when she could take no more and her legs gave up. Swara fell back into his arms, her body still taking in the waves of pleasure that rippled through her.

His hands wound around her softly .., followed by soft, soothing kisses calming her tremors as he cradled her close soaking in the warmth of her naked skin.

It was after their breaths turned even ...His lips grazed her ear with a breathy murmur,

"Mine!" Leaving no doubt about who she belonged to.

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