Shivangi shivered, her body instinctively responding to the promise in his words. He didn’t have to say it—she could feel it in the way he looked at her, in the way his hands tightened possessively around her hips. He was far from done with her, and if the fire coursing through her veins was any indication, she wasn’t done with him either.

Harshad leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, a musky, intimate flavor that sent a fresh, shocking jolt of desire straight to her still-throbbing clit. His hard cock pressed against her stomach, a thick, demanding presence.

When he pulled back, his eyes were burning. “You think that was good?” he whispered, his hand sliding down to grip his own dick, stroking it slowly as he watched her. “I’m just getting started. That talented mouth of yours got me so fucking hard. Now it’s your turn again. Get on the bed. I’m not done with you tonight.”

He gave his cock another firm, slow stroke, his gaze locked on hers. The way he touched himself—confident, deliberate—sent a shiver through her. His thick shaft pulsed in his hand, veins running along its length, the tip glistening with precum. Shivangi couldn’t tear her eyes away, her breath hitching as she watched him. She’d seen him hard before, felt him inside her, but there was something raw and unfiltered about the way he was presenting himself to her now. It was as if he was daring her to take what was hers.

“See what you do to me?” he growled, his voice low and rough, dripping with desire. His fingers tightened around his cock, giving it another slow, deliberate stroke. “You’ve got me so fucking hard, Shivangi. I can’t think straight when I’m around you. All I can think about is how good your mouth feels, how tight your pussy is when I’m buried deep inside you. You’ve got me obsessed.”

Her lips parted, a soft exhale escaping as she took in the sight of him. The room felt heavy with tension, the air thick with the scent of their combined arousal. Her body still tingled from the orgasm he’d just given her, but the way he was looking at her—like he wanted to devour her all over again—ignited a fresh fire in her core. She could feel herself growing wetter, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her dress.

“Harshad…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and need. She reached out instinctively, her fingertips brushing against the base of his cock. The warmth of him, the sheer size of him, made her pulse quicken. She curled her fingers around him, mimicking his movements, stroking him slowly as their eyes remained locked. The groan that escaped his lips sent a jolt of electricity through her.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips bucking slightly into her hand. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.” His free hand reached up to cup her face, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “But I don’t just want your hand on me. I want your mouth. I want those perfect lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me until I can’t fucking take it anymore. Think you can handle that?”

His words were filthy, demanding, and they lit a fire in her that she couldn’t ignore. She nodded, her heart racing as she sank to her knees before him. The position felt natural, almost inevitable, as if this was where she was always meant to be. Her hands rested on his thighs for balance as she leaned in, her breath ghosting over the swollen head of his cock.

“Good girl,” harshad murmured, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her closer. “Now show me what that pretty mouth can do.”

Her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth slowly, savoring the weight of him on her tongue. The taste of him—musky, salty—was intoxicating, and she moaned around him as her lips closed around his shaft. She could feel his thighs tensing beneath her hands as she began to move, her mouth working him with a rhythm that was both tentative and eager.

Harshad’s grip on her hair tightened slightly as he let out a low, guttural groan. “Oh, fuck yes,” he muttered, his voice strained. “Just like that, Shivangi. Take it all.”

She obeyed, her lips sliding further down his length until she felt him brush the back of her throat. He was big—so big—but she refused to back down. She sucked him harder, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of his cock as her hand worked the base. The sounds she made—wet, obscene—filled the room, mingling with his ragged breathing and the occasional curse that slipped past his lips.

“That’s it,” he growled, his hips moving involuntarily as he thrust deeper into her mouth. “You’re so fucking good at this. I knew you would be.”

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and the look on his face—pure, unadulterated bliss—made her heart race even faster. She could feel the power she had over him in that moment, the way he seemed to unravel with every stroke of her tongue and every flick of her hand. It was intoxicating, knowing she could bring this man—this goddamn powerhouse—to his knees with just her mouth.

But as much as she was in control, she knew who was really calling the shots. His hand in her hair tightened, guiding her movements, and she surrendered to him completely. She didn’t just want to please him—she wanted to worship him. And as she took him deeper, faster, she could feel his body tensing, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Shivangi,” he choked out, his voice breaking. “I’m close. Fuck… so close.”

Shivangi didn’t stop. Instead, she doubled down, her mouth working him with a frenzy that left no room for hesitation. When he finally came, it was with a guttural roar that made her entire body tremble. He spilled into her mouth, hot and thick, and she swallowed every drop, her lips never leaving him until he was utterly spent.

When she finally pulled back, she looked up at him with a mixture of satisfaction and adoration. “Was that… good enough?” she asked softly, her voice hoarse from the effort.

He let out a shaky laugh, his chest heaving as he gently pulled her to her feet. “Good enough?” he repeated incredulously, his voice still thick with the raw edge of pleasure. “You just blew my goddamn mind, Shivangi.” His hands gripped her hips firmly, crushing her against his body like he never wanted to let go. His gaze was dark, intense, and she could see the remnants of his release flickering in his eyes—a mix of satisfaction and something deeper, something possessive.

“I meant every word,” he growled, his voice low and rough against her ear as he leaned in closer. His lips brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. “No one has ever sucked me off like that. Fucking no one.” He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers, and there was no mistaking the hunger in them. “You’re a fucking goddess, you know that? I don’t know how you do it, but you’ve got me hooked. I can’t get enough of you.”

Her breath hitched as his hands slid up her sides, cupping her face with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the ferocity of their earlier actions. His thumbs brushed against her cheeks, wiping away the faint traces of moisture from the corner of her lips. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, his voice a husky promise that sent a jolt of heat straight to her core. “And I’m not letting you go. Not after that. Not after tonight.”

Then he kissed her—hard, demanding, almost desperate. His lips claimed hers with a ferocity that left her breathless, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth as if he was trying to taste every inch of her. She moaned into him, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she melted against his body. His kiss was relentless, a whirlwind of passion and need that consumed her completely. It was as if he was trying to brand her, to mark her as his in every possible way.

When he finally broke the kiss, they were both panting, their foreheads pressed together as they struggled to catch their breath. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and filled with awe. “I knew you would be, but… fuck, Shivangi. You’re so much more than I expected.” His hands slid down to her waist, gripping her tightly as he pulled her even closer. “And I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”

She could feel the heat radiating off his body, a furnace of raw need that made her skin prickle with anticipation. The unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressed against her once again, thick and insistent, a silent promise of what was to come. Her heart raced, the sound of it pounding in her ears like a war drum, as she realized he wasn’t lying—he wasn’t done with her. And if the way her body was responding—her nipples hardening, her core throbbing with fresh desire—was any indication, she wasn’t done with him either.

Harshad’s hands slid down her back, fingers gripping the curve of her hips with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down her spine. His lips found her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there before sucking gently, leaving a mark that made her gasp. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, his voice low and rough, vibrating against her skin. “Every inch of you… I can’t get enough.” His hands moved lower, squeezing her ass roughly, pulling her even tighter against him. She could feel the tension in his body, the barely restrained hunger that simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to explode.

“Harshad…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of awe and need. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, his mouth hot against her ear as he breathed out her name like a prayer. There was something intoxicating about the way he said it, like it held a secret meaning only they understood. She felt raw, exposed, yet completely safe in his arms. He was a storm, wild and untamed, and she was more than willing to let him sweep her away.

He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locked onto hers, burning with an intensity that made her knees weak. “You’re mine now,” he repeated, his voice firm, final. It wasn’t a question or a request—it was a declaration. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, the gesture almost tender compared to the fire in his gaze. “And I’m gonna make sure you never forget it.” There was a challenge in his tone, a promise that sent a thrill coursing through her veins.

Her breath hitched as he leaned in again, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was all-consuming. It was fierce, demanding, and yet there was a hint of something deeper—something that made her stomach flutter in a way she couldn’t quite explain. His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming her in a way that left no room for doubt. She moaned into him, her body instinctively arching into his as she surrendered completely to the heat and passion of the moment.

When he finally broke the kiss, they were both panting, their foreheads pressed together as they struggled to catch their breath. “You’re incredible,” he whispered again, his voice hoarse with the weight of his emotions. His hands tightened around her waist, as if he was afraid she might slip away. “And I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.” The promise in his words ignited a fresh wave of desire within her, and she knew without a doubt that this night was far from over.