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Prabhu and Tamizh sank into the mattress, the soft bed dipping under their weight as their lips stayed locked in a heated kiss. The dim light from the bedside lamp barely illuminated their figures, casting a warm, shadowy glow that only heightened the intimacy of the moment.

Neither of them needed the brightness; the darkness felt more comfortable, more secretive, more secret, as if the night itself was holding its breath, waiting.

Prabhu's kiss slowed, and he pulled back just slightly, his forehead resting gently against hers, both of them breathing heavily. His gaze, dark and intense, was fixed on her, filled with a hunger that sent a deep, thrilling shiver through Tamizh's body.

He had always looked at her with love, but tonight, the intensity of his desire felt different, deeper. It wasn't just passion; it was a culmination of every unsaid longing, every suppressed yearning.

"Don't... don't look at me like that," Tamizh whispered, her voice barely audible, a mix of shyness and nervous excitement trembling on her lips.

Prabhu tilted his head slightly, a teasing smile curving at the edges of his mouth. His eyes gleamed with playfulness, but there was no hiding the raw need behind them.

"Like what?" he asked, his voice low, sending a delicious warmth spreading through her.

Tamizh's face flushed deeply, and she turned her head away, biting her lip as embarrassment flooded her senses. She hadn't meant to say it out loud.

"Like... you want to do everything you said before" she finally mumbled, the memory of his teasing words said on the day they left to attend their mutual friend's wedding, since then she couldn't forget his teasing words and now even thinking about it was making her heart race. Prabhu chuckled softly, his lips brushing her ear as he leaned down.

"Oh, you mean this?" he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. His lips found the tender spot just beneath her earlobe, and Tamizh couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped her lips. His kisses trailed down her neck, lingering over the sensitive skin, igniting every nerve in her body.

"Or this..." Prabhu murmured as he kissed the valley between her breasts, his hands sliding her shirt off her shoulders with slow, deliberate care. The cool air brushed her skin, quickly replaced by the heat of his mouth as he kissed the delicate skin above her collarbone. Her breath hitched, her body arching slightly toward him, craving more.

His movements were practised but patient, as if he had been waiting for this exact moment for so long. With a single, smooth motion, he unbuttoned her shirt, his fingers skilled and sure, revealing her to him completely.

He looked at her for a moment, drinking in every detail, every curve, his eyes filled with reverence and something far deeper than just lust.

He had always imagined this, but now it was real—she was real, and she was here, with him, beneath him.

His hands cupped her breasts gently over the purple lace bra, his touch sending waves of heat through her body.

"Or this?" he asked again, his voice hoarse with desire as he leaned down, taking her breast in his mouth, with still the bra on. Tamizh moaned, louder this time, her hands clutching his shoulders, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingers.

For so long, Prabhu had been patient—to patient, she realised. They had shared so many moments where things had gotten intense and too hot to handle, where the air had thickened with needs, but he had always stopped, always held back, waiting for her to be ready.

She knew it hadn't been easy for him. The nights when they had been so close, when his hands had roamed over her body but had never gone further than what she had allowed. She knew how often he had needed to take cold showers after their make-out sessions, how often he had slept next to her with that painful self-control, just because he was waiting for her to be ready for this.

Now, there was no need to wait. The anticipation of this moment made everything feel heightened, sharper, as if the entire world had fallen away, leaving just the two of them.

Prabhu shrugged off his shirt, tossing it carelessly onto the bed, revealing his toned chest in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The light caught the definition of his muscles, casting subtle shadows over his broad shoulders and flat stomach. He wasn't chiselled like a Greek god, but that made him feel even more real—more human, hot and hers.

His fitness was clear in the way he moved, the way he took care of his body in a way he knew she loved. There was something ruggedly handsome about him, an effortless appeal that always took her breath away, no matter how many times she'd seen him like this. His hair, slightly mussed from her fingers running through it, framed his strong jawline perfectly. Even in the dim light, his dark eyes were locked on hers, filled with a raw mix of love and desire that made her heart race.

And he had waited for this. All this time, he had held himself back, controlled himself for her, because he had wanted her to be ready. The realisation made Tamizh's heart swell with unexplainable affection, and at the same time, it turned her on even more.

The fact that he had wanted her for so long, and yet had never pushed her beyond what she was comfortable with, only made her love him more. She could feel how much he wanted her now, though—how the restraint he had shown all those times was gone, replaced with raw need.

He leaned down again, his lips meeting hers in another heated kiss, before trailing up to her forehead, pressing a soft kiss there as he pulled back, his dark eyes locking with hers. 

"I've been starving for this for so long," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. 

His fingers gently brushed her cheek, his touch tender despite the intensity of the moment. "Are you sure you want this?"

Tamizh's heart skipped a beat. She had never been more sure of anything in her life. Her body was aching for him, her mind clouded with nothing but him. She nodded quickly, almost desperately, pulling him down into another kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"I want this," she whispered against his lips, her voice filled with a longing she could no longer hide. "I want you."

Prabhu's hands moved lower, tracing the soft curves of her body as he slid her pants off, his touch sending shivers of anticipation racing through her. But just as his hands moved to explore further, a wave of shyness washed over Tamizh, making her pause.

This was different from anything they had done before—far more intimate, far more vulnerable.

Prabhu's eyes roamed over her body with reverence, as if every inch of her was something to be worshipped. His lips pressed against her forehead, soft and gentle, a kiss that seemed to say so much more than words ever could.

Despite being a virgin like her, Prabhu was surprisingly skilled, his touch confident and sure, Like he instinctively knew how to drive her wild at the same time he knew how to make her feel loved in the moment of lust.

From there, his kisses trailed down, first to the tip of her nose, then slowly, sensually to her lips. When their mouths met again, the kiss was deeper, more intense. His hands slid up to meet hers, his fingers intertwining with hers as he pinned her wrists to the bed on either side, holding her in place, but not with force—with an intimacy that made her feel like she was the only thing that mattered to him.

He moved slowly, deliberately, savouring her like she was a secret he'd waited his whole life to uncover.

His lips traced the delicate skin of her neck, and Tamizh gasped softly, her body reacting to every touch. His mouth moved lower, and as he reached the edge of her bra, he paused, glancing up at her with eyes that silently asked for permission again. She nodded, her breath hitching in her throat as he unhooked it with a deliberate slowness that made her pulse race.

When her bra fell away, his gaze lingered on her exposed breasts, taking in the sight of her, raw and vulnerable. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he did, and Tamizh could see the desire in his eyes, how much he wanted her. His fingers gently brushed over her nipples, sending jolts of electricity through her body, and she arched her back involuntarily, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Fuck," Prabhu groaned, his voice low and desperate, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to her chest, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, while his other hand gently massaged the other. Tamizh's breath came out in short, ragged gasps, her body arching into him, craving more of his touch.

"Prabhu," she moaned, her voice breathless, and the sound of his name falling from her lips seemed to ignite something deep within him. He had heard her say his name countless times before, but tonight it was different.

The way her voice trembled with needs, the way his name seemed to roll off her lips like a prayer—it made his heart race and his body ache for her even more.

He groaned again, the sound primal, full of want.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with emotion as he kissed his way down her body, leaving a trail of warmth and fire in his wake.

Prabhu's lips moved from her breasts to her stomach, his hands gently tracing every curve, every dip, and even the tiny bumps of acne that adorned her skin. His touch was reverent, his kisses slow, as if he was memorising her, savouring every part of her that made her unique.He had taken his time exploring her, learning her body, making her feel cherished and wanted.

When his lips brushed over the faint stretch marks on her hips, Tamizh felt a rush of warmth through her body—he kissed them as though they were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And in that moment, she felt more beautiful than she ever had in her life.

His mouth paused as he reached a familiar mole on her right cheek, one he had always admired during their quiet moments together. He smiled against her skin, knowing where each one was as if he had mapped them out in his mind long ago.

His lips then found the tiny mole on her left ear, the one he used to tease her about whenever he whispered something dirty in her ear. And now, as his fingers slid down her leg, they lingered on the two tiny moles just above her toe on her right foot—another detail he had always found endearing, though he had never spoken of it.

But tonight was different. Tonight, he was witnessing more. As he kissed the delicate skin between her breasts, his breath caught when he noticed a small mole right there, nestled in the intimacy of her chest. His eyes flickered with something close to awe as he continued lower, finding another one on her lower stomach, just below her waistline, hidden away all these years. And there was yet another one, small but noticeable, on her left thigh. Prabhu almost did a victory dance in his head, feeling like he had discovered secret treasures that were his alone to adore.

As he kissed her thigh, his lips paused again, this time when they brushed over a tiny scar on her knee. He smiled knowingly, remembering the story she had told him years ago about how she'd gotten that scar while learning to ride a bicycle in the fifth grade. They had been sitting on a park bench, and she had been wearing a knee-length dress. He had noticed the scar then, and she had casually explained how she'd fallen off the bike, laughing at her clumsiness.

He never forgot it, just like he never forgot any little detail about her.

Now, with his lips against the faded scar, he pressed a kiss there too, as if to soothe away any remnants of pain from the past.

For Prabhu, these weren't imperfections at all, though the world might have labelled them as such. But for him, every mark, every mole, every scar, every stretch mark was the very essence of her perfection. Each detail, no matter how small, was a part of what made her who she was, and to him, that was just so perfectly her.

Prabhu worshipped her body as if she were a goddess, his lips pressing against her skin in reverence, his hands exploring her with a tenderness that made her chest ache. Every kiss, every touch was slow, deliberate, like he was savouring the moment, taking in every detail of her. His hands slid lower, caressing her hips, his thumbs brushing over her thighs as he continued to kiss her everywhere—there wasn't an inch of her skin left untouched or unkissed.

Tamizh's breath quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as his lips moved lower. She bit her lip, her fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed his way down her stomach, lingering on her hips.

"Don't stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with need, and he smiled against her skin, as if he had no intention of stopping.

He kissed her inner thighs, the sensation making her shiver, her whole body trembling under his touch.

Biting her lip, she grabbed his hair, needing more of him, needing him closer. Her body was aching for him, her skin tingling from his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She wanted him, all of him.

She didn't know it would feel like this, that it would be this intense.

They had made out countless times before, but this—this was different.

It was as if every barrier they had ever held between them had fallen away, leaving nothing but raw passion, raw desires and love filled needs.

Prabhu groaned again, his breath warm against her skin as he gently parted her thighs, his hands sliding up to her hips. He pressed his lips to her core, over the fabric of her panties, and Tamizh let out a soft moan, her fingers tightening in his hair. His tongue traced the outline of her through the fabric, teasing her, making her squirm beneath him.

Her body jolted at the contact, the sensation that felt too good, sending a shiver through her that felt like it had travelled down to her bones. His touch was feather-light yet deliberate, teasing her just enough to send her pulse racing. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, a low, satisfied sound that only deepened the warmth pooling in her belly.

"Mine, all mine," he whispered, the words rumbling through him as his smirk grew wider. His fingers traced the outline of her core with delicate precision, feeling how wet she already was for him. The realisation darkened his desire, his eyes now pitch black, filled with raw hunger. Her body trembled under his touch, the heat between them unbearable, but so intoxicating.

Her breath hitched, chest rising and falling rapidly, the air between them thick with an unspoken intensity. Her body betrays her mind's attempt to stay in control. Every nerve in her body tingled with the anticipation of what was to come.

Prabhu paused, his dark eyes locking with hers, searching, seeking as he asked for her permission one final time before he surrendered fully to his desires for her. His gaze was intense, almost reverent, as though he wanted to make sure she was ready for this because once they began there was no going back from this. There was a vulnerability in his look, a softness in the way his fingers grazed her skin, waiting for her consent before everything got too intense.

Her heart raced as she stared back at him, her own eyes filled with a mixture of longing and trust. She gave him the faintest of nods, biting her lower lip as if to steady herself, giving him the permission he sought.

Slowly, almost reverently, he slid her panties off, the delicate fabric slipping down her thighs, leaving her completely bare beneath him. The cool air brushed against her heated skin, but it did little to quell the fire that raged between them, the need that pulsed in every glance, every touch.

With that, a small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he leaned down, his lips grazing her skin in a trail of soft, possessive kisses that promised he wouldn't hold back anymore.

From that moment on, every inch of her would be his.

For a moment, he paused, his eyes roaming over her body with something close to awe. His gaze lingered on her as if he were memorising every inch of her skin, every curve, every dip. It was as though he couldn't quite believe that she was his—his woman, his love.

He always admired her little moles, the one on her right cheek and the one just by her left ear, but now, up close, he witnessed the intimate ones. The one between her chest, another just below her waistline, and one on her left thigh. He almost did a victory dance in his head, feeling like he was unwrapping a beautiful secret.

His fingers moved slowly, slipping between her folds, and he met her gaze. Her insides were warm, wet, and soft—everything about her felt like heaven beneath his touch.

He couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like when he would be finally inside her. That thought alone caused his breath to hitch, his fingers speeding up instinctively.

She gasped, her body arching into his hand, her fists gripping the bed sheets so tight her knuckles turned white. Her voice broke into a low moan, her back arching as his fingers worked her, slowly but expertly, and before long, she rode her first orgasm too quickly that it made her feel embarrassed realising how vulnerable she is under his touch, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Just as she was catching her breath, trying to calm the wild beat of her heart, he added a second finger, beginning the torment anew. His lips met hers again in a hurried kiss, his fingers moving inside her with purpose, sending her into overdrive. Her loud moans filled the room as she clung to him, holding him close, seeking his warmth and his touch. The knot in her stomach tightened again, and her eyelids fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

But just as she closed her eyes, his fingers stilled. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as his lips brushed the sensitive skin there.

"Look at me when I'm pleasuring you," he whispered, his voice deep and commanding. She shook her head, too shy, too overwhelmed to look at him so she kept her eyes tightly shut.

Prabhu smirked, and without warning, he pulled his fingers out of her, making her whimper at the sudden emptiness.

He dipped his head closer to her ear, his breath teasing the line of her neck. "I'm not continuing until you open your eyes, babe," he whispered, his lips barely brushing her earlobe, right above the mole.

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his, and he rewarded her with a kiss, rough and hungry. Then his fingers resumed their sweet torment, sliding into her once more, working her expertly. His lips trailed down her neck, whispering sweet things, words that sent heat coursing through her veins.

It was at that moment she realised something about herself—dirty talk was her weakness, her kink. His words turned her on more than she ever imagined possible.

Her body responded to him, trembling as the tension inside her built higher and higher. And then, without warning, she hit her second orgasm, her body writhing beneath him, gasping his name as waves of pleasure washed over her. She barely had time to catch her breath, feeling utterly exhausted yet completely satisfied.

But just as she closed her eyes, ready to drift into blissful relief, she felt something soft and warm between her legs. Her eyes flew open to see him kneeling at the edge of the bed, his eyes locked onto hers as his tongue moved inside her. The sight of him there, his mouth on her, was so intensely beautiful she couldn't blink for what felt like minutes.

Prabhu was losing patience, though, his restraint barely holding him together as he quickened his movements, his tongue working her faster, drawing out every sound, every whimper. She felt so good to him, tasted even better, and he was obsessed with giving her more, watching her fall apart under him.

He felt like heaven itself melted in his mouth the moment he kissed her already swellon and sensitive folds.

He forgot all about his own needs, the twitching ache in his pants—tonight wasn't about him, it was about her, about seeing her come undone. He was addicted to the sight of her climaxing, and the satisfaction it brought him was almost spiritual.

Tamizh was in heaven, her body pushing the limits of pleasure, and when she hit her third orgasm, her scream filled the room, his name on her lips. She felt utterly drained, her body limp, her chest heaving for air, her heart racing as if she had run a marathon. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed and satisfied, thinking she couldn't take any more.But then she felt him dip his head between her legs once more, his mouth teasing her again.

"Prabhu, please," she whimpered, her voice hoarse, her throat dry.

His lips brushed against her skin as he whispered, "Please what?" His tongue grazed her sensitive spot again, making her jolt as she grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to her.

"I can't anymore," she gasped, her body trembling beneath him, but he only smirked, his eyes filled with lust for his woman.

He kissed her, hard and fast, making her yelp from the oversensitivity. "One last time," he promised, his voice dark and low, "I swear."

He resumed his slow, torturous pace, his tongue working its magic on her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Tamizh's breath came in shallow gasps. Each flick of his tongue, every teasing swirl, made her feel like she was losing her mind. She couldn't focus, couldn't think—only feel.

"You're so sweet... so perfect for me," he whispered between licks, his voice low and rough, vibrating against her skin. The dirty words sent a shiver down her spine, making her even more aware of how wet she was for him. "I could do this all night... watch you come just for me."

Her eyes rolled back, her whole body quaking with the delicate pleasure, and yet he kept going. He was relentless,determined to push her to the very edge one more time. She was on the brink, her mind spiralling, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations building inside her.

"Look at you," he murmured as he dipped his head lower, his tongue tracing her core slowly, almost lazily. "Falling apart over my fingers... my tongue"

"You taste so good, babe."

The way he spoke made her feel dirty, made her want more, even though she didn't think she could take it. He was driving her wild, and the knot in her stomach tightened, burning hotter than ever.

Just when she thought she couldn't handle any more, he slid two fingers inside her, and her body reacted instantly. Her back arched off the bed, her hips bucking up against him, and a scream tore from her throat as the final orgasm crashed over her, harder and more intense than the last. Her body convulsed, her muscles tightening around his fingers as she cried out his name, her mind blank from the sheer intensity.

"That's it... just for me," he whispered as her climax wracked her body, his fingers working her through every wave of pleasure.

Her limbs grew weak, her body drained of every ounce of energy, completely spent. She collapsed against the bed, barely able to breathe, her skin damp with sweat. Her vision blurred, black spots dancing in her eyes as she tried to regain some semblance of control.

Prabhu slowly pulled away, but not before placing a soft, lingering kiss on her sensitive core, sending one last shiver up her spine. As her eyes fluttered closed, she felt him move up, his lips brushing against her forehead as he whispered something, the words lost to her exhaustion.

But she didn't need to hear them. 

All she knew was that she felt loved, completely worshipped and entirely his.