"Ahh..." she moaned, arching her body.

Sanskar seized the moment in his favor, slipping his tongue into her mouth to explore it deeply. Meanwhile, his other hand found its way to her back, deftly unhooking her bra and tossing it aside.

Sanskar released her from the kiss, letting his mouth travel down her neck to her breast. After leaving a few hickeys, he enveloped one nipple with his mouth while his hand cupped the other breast, his thumb teasing its hardened nub. Her lower muscles contracted as he flicked her hard nipple, a wave of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain surging through her.

'Ahh, the way Sanskar's touch lingers on my body, igniting a fire on my skin. The passionate lovemaking every night since we bonded—only I know how deeply I yearned for this. The days I was furious and kept my distance were the hardest, punishing him while still craving this sweet pain. Now, I can't get enough of it.'

Swara was jolted from her reverie when, after tenderly attending to both of her breasts with his mouth, Sanskar traced his tongue down to her navel and plunged it inside, eliciting a gasp. She tensed her body and clenched his silky hair in her fist.

'In moments like this, when he makes me wet for him without even touching below my waist, I feel like I'll never tire of this intoxicating blend of pleasure and sweet pain.'

Sanskar grew weary of playing with Swara's navel and trailed his tongue downward, noticing her legs parting, which elicited a smirk from him. True to his word about taking his time, he rose to his feet, leaving Swara in a state of intense desire, her expression clouded with a frown.

"Are you in such a hurry to open your legs?"

"Sanskar, please..." She hesitated, unsure of her own desires.

"Tell me what you want," he urged, his voice low and insistent.

"I... I need..." Swara faltered, her words catching in her throat. Sensing her hesitation, Sanskar abandoned his teasing, determined to make every moment of this intimate evening count.

He pulled Swara's last piece of clothing down to her waist and then pulled her hand, making her stand up, and the lacy piece fell down on the floor. He cupped her wet pussy, moving his other hand sideward and lifting her left leg to rest it on the bed.

Sanskar inserted his middle finger abruptly in Swara's opening, and she cried out, feeling the swift movement inside. Sanskar ceased her mouth with his. He didn't stop but made his ring finger join the middle finger, only to fill Swara to the fullest. He was pumping his fingers inside Swara, and she was almost shattered, but his hands froze right at her climax.

A slightly pissed Sanskar parted his lips from Swara, turned her around, and tossed her on the bed; she barely got a handle on her bearings. Her body was still pulsing from the force of orgasm when Sanskar held her legs and pulled her back, forcing her lower body down on the bed while her feet rested on the cold floor, and he spread her apart to get a clear view of all of Swara.

"Sanskar, easy, baby..." Swara pleaded, wanting him to slow down, but he grabbed her spread ass and inserted three fingers. The sudden, forced invasion had her claw at the pillow, which couldn't take the pressure and burst, releasing feathers everywhere.

"Why so tired already? We've only just begun; the night is still young," Sanskar murmured huskily.

Swara felt the gentle burn grow more intense as his fingers worked their magic inside her, not allowing her a moment to adjust. She moaned softly, her nails digging into the bed covers. As Sanskar picked up the rhythm, Swara's whimpers of pleasure grew louder.

Sanskar's hand pressed firmly against Swara's lower back, and without warning, he surged forward with increased speed, fingerfucking her wet cunt at such a speed that she didn't have hope of keeping up with him.

"Ah, Sanskar, oh Sanskar..." She gasped and moaned his name, her senses overwhelmed with a burning sensation and her thoughts scattered.

Sanskar trailed his hand up Swara's spine, cupped her chin tenderly, and as he gently arched her back, murmured, "You looked incredibly delicious when you moaned my name. I want to hear it all night long."

"I want to cum; please let me..." Swara begged again while clearly specifying her needs.

Sanskar gently nibbled on her earlobe and whispered, "Didn't I warn you? You started this; now you have to endure my passion."

Swara closed her eyes, feeling a thrill run through her as Sanskar withdrew his fingers, leaving her squirming with anticipation.

"Come here....." He commanded while pulling Swara off the bed. "On your knees."

She obeyed his every command without hesitation, entirely focused on following him. Pleased with her compliance, Sanskar held out his fingers and said, "Open your mouth."

Swara's lips parted as she accepted his fingers, savoring the taste of her arousal. Sanskar gently stroked her hair with his free hand, watching intently as she licked his fingers clean. "Do you want something else now, Shona?"

She nodded, her mouth still wrapped around his fingers.

Sanskar's cool smile sent a shiver down Swara's spine, the passionate desire in his eyes causing her to reflexively squeeze her legs together. "Which end?" he asked.

Swara's pulse quickened, her mouth watering with an urgent rush of longing washing over her. She yearned to please him, to kneel before him, and to suck his cock until he cummed. It was a fleeting but intense impulse—irrational craving—shattered when Sanskar withdrew his fingers from her mouth, snapping her back to reality.

"I asked which end..." Sanskar traced his thumb along Swara's lower lip, his mischievous eyes sparking with a knowing smile on his enticing lips. "Ah, I can read your answer in those eyes of yours."

Sanskar effortlessly maneuvered Swara onto the bed, gently pressing her face down into the soft covers before she could utter a word. She felt him parting her legs, his thick cock pushing its way in.

'When did he take off his pants?' Swara vaguely wondered, feeling the thick tip of Sanskar's peak knocking at the entrance of her pussy. She drew in her breath, and then he invaded inside her without any warning.

A short scream left her lips at how thick a cock had slid inside her. She writhed as Sanskar fully penetrated Swara's defense, which, for a few moments, stayed still, letting her get used to his size. She felt so incredibly full, and she curled her hands into the bed covers, whimpering as she marveled at the feeling.

He pulled back slowly and then slammed back, making her growl with his name.

"Ready?" Sanskar asked tightly.

'Ready for what?' Swara wondered, but before she could get the answer, he began pounding into her.

Swara's loud cries were broken as he fucked her over and over again, pushing her into a mindless state where all she could think and want was his cock. She screamed and begged, but he kept up a punishing pace, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of her. Her lower muscles were twitching when she felt him stiffen. His cum gushing inside of her sent her spiraling once again, and she went limp on the bed.

They were both overwhelmed by the intensity of their fucking experience tonight, and as Swara began to regain awareness, a blush of embarrassment tinged her cheeks. However, Sanskar showed no signs of stopping; instead, he flipped her over and grinned down at her, saying, "I hope you're not thinking we're done already."

Swara fixed her stare on him, her heartbeat resonating loudly in her ears. 'He's not serious, is he?'

The prolonged, exquisite torment continued, and it finally dawned on Swara that Sanskar had been serious when he promised to savor every moment.

Hours had slipped away, leaving Swara on the brink of exhaustion with aching limbs as Sanskar finally climaxed inside her. Afterward, he nestled beside her, drawing her close under the comforting warmth of the blanket.

With the first light of dawn seeping through the window, Swara stirred awake to find Sanskar still deep in slumber. She gazed fondly at his sharp features: his broad forehead framed by tousled locks, long lashes delicately resting on his cheeks, a refined nose that twitched ever so slightly, and impeccably sculpted lips that had brought her so much pleasure.

Swara blushed at the memory of how those lips had tormented her night after night. "Hmm, tired from keeping me up all night, huh? It looks like you really worked up a sweat." As she spoke, she traced her fingers gently from his forehead down to his nose and lips. Sanskar stirred in his sleep and shifted to a new position.

Quickly withdrawing her hand, Swara continued to admire his peaceful expression. "I should let you rest properly. Your exhausted body needs rest to keep up with all your hard work during the day."

With a sheepish grin, she darted into the bathroom for a quick shower, only to realize she had left her clothes behind. Frantically scanning the bathroom, her eyes fell on Sanskar's pristine white towel hanging nearby. She wrapped it around herself and tiptoed toward the bedroom where Sanskar still lay asleep, intending to retrieve her clothes discreetly. As she reached for the bathroom door, preparing to step out, a sudden, loud knock jolted her nerves, freezing her in place.