Jasmine and Keshav sat at the dinner table, their bodies still thrumming with the memory of their passionate encounter. They lingered over their meal, stealing glances at each other, the air between them thick with tension.
There was no need for words, their conversation flowing easily and comfortably. But there was an undertone of desire and possession, a reminder of what had happened earlier and what was to come.
The meal was delicious, but neither of them could concentrate on it completely. Jasmine found herself staring at Keshav. He was so beautiful, so powerful. She felt safe with him, but there was always an undercurrent of excitement and anticipation, like she was playing with fire.
Keshav's gaze kept falling to Jasmine's neck and shoulders, the marks he had left there earlier now fading. He wanted to mark her again, to remind her and himself that she was his, completely and utterly.
The tension between them was growing thick, their eyes locked across the table. They both felt it, the powerful pull of desire, the need to be close again.
Finally, Keshav pushed back his chair, his eyes never leaving Jasmine's. "Come here," he said, his voice rough with desire.
Jasmine didn't need any more invitation. She stood up, her body instantly responding to his command. She walked over to him, her steps slow and measured, her eyes locked on his.
As soon as she was close enough, he pulled her into his lap, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, his body reacting to her proximity.
She shivered at his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. His hands roamed over her body, possessive and demanding, as if he was marking her all over again.
Her body responded to his touch, her desire flaring to life once more. She felt herself growing wet, her body begging for his touch. She leaned forward, her lips meeting his in a fierce kiss, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders tightly.
The kiss was savage, desperate and possessive. Keshav's hands were everywhere, as if he couldn't get enough of her. He deepened the kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth as his.
She clung to him, her body arching against him. She wanted him, needed him, and nothing else mattered. She let out a soft gasp as he bit down on her lip, the pain and pleasure mingling together.
Keshav's body was taut with desire, his control slipping. He growled low in his throat, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "I want you," he said, his words rough and urgent. "Now."
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, please." She leaned in to kiss him again, her lips meeting his in a desperate, hungry kiss.
Keshav responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body, his touch possessive and demanding. He stood up, still holding her in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom.
He laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers possessively. He was a man possessed, his eyes dark with desire, his touch rough and possessive.
She felt his body on top of hers, his weight pressing her into the bed. She felt small and vulnerable under him, but it was an exciting feeling, knowing that he was in control, that he was taking what he wanted.
He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, leaving marks. He wanted to mark her, to make sure that anyone who saw her knew that she was his.
She gasped softly, her hands gripped onto his shoulders, her body responding to his touch. She was at his mercy, and she loved it.
Keshav's hands roamed over her body, touching, exploring, claiming every inch of her. He was like a man possessed, wanting her completely and utterly.
She felt like she was drowning in him, her body responding to his every touch, her mind clouded with desire. She was lost in him, and she didn't want to be found.
He shifted, his body pressing against hers, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You're mine, do you understand?" he growled, his voice rough and possessive.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely above a whimper. "Yours, only yours."
He claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue dominating hers. His hands roamed over her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
She gasped and arched against him, her body responding instinctively to his touch. She was completely under his control, and she loved it.
He pulled back from the kiss, his breathing ragged and uneven. "Say it again," he demanded, his eyes locked onto hers. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "I'm yours, completely and utterly yours."
He growled, his body responding to her words, his desire growing even more intense. He claimed her mouth again, his kiss rough and dominant.
She clung to him, her body trembling with need, her mind completely consumed by him. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel the sheer intensity of his desire.
He pulled back from the kiss, his breathing ragged, his eyes dark with desire. "I'm going to make you mine," he growled, his voice rough and desperate, his body tense with barely contained desire.
"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please, Keshav, take me. Make me yours."
He claimed her mouth again, his touch rough and possessive. He was a man possessed, his desire for her driving him wild. He was beyond reason, beyond control, lost in the primal need to claim her.
his penis entered her.
She gasped as he entered her, her body arching against him, desperately seeking more. She was completely lost in the moment, her mind consumed with the feel of him, the taste of him, the scent of him. She needed him, she craved him, she was completely at his mercy.
His body moved against hers, his touch possessive and demanding. He was in complete control, dominant and powerful, his movements rough and sure.
Her body responded to him, her hips meeting his every thrust, her hands gripping his shoulders almost desperately. She was lost, completely and utterly lost in the sensations, in the overwhelming ecstasy of his touch.
He was moving faster now, his pace growing relentless, his body taking what it wanted. He claimed her mouth in a rough, possessive kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, demanding her submission.
She gave herself to him, completely and utterly, her body and mind and soul entirely his. She was his, completely and irrevocably his, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
He moved with an almost savage intensity, his body driving into hers, his touch possessive and claiming. He was beyond reason, beyond control, driven solely by his desire for her. He wanted her completely, mind, body, and soul, and he was taking what was his.
She was lost in the sensations, her body moving with his, her mind completely consumed by him. She had never felt anything like this before, never experienced this level of intensity, this level of absolute need. She was completely and utterly his, and she never wanted it to end.
He was pushing her closer and closer to the edge, his movements becoming more urgent, more intense. He knew he was taking her to places she had never been before, and he was enjoying every single second of it.
She was trembling now, her body on the brink of release, the tension building to an almost unbearable level. She was so close, so close, and she knew that he was taking her there, driving her towards the peak of ecstasy that she could feel just out of reach.
She was at his mercy, completely and utterly his. She was lost in the sensations, her body and mind completely consumed by him. She was trembling, teetering on the edge of release, unable to hold back any longer.
He was relentless, his body driving into hers, his touch possessive and demanding. He was taking what he wanted, taking what was his. And she was giving herself to him, completely and utterly lost in the overwhelming sensations he was creating inside of her.
She was teetering on the edge of release, the tension building to an almost unbearable level. She was completely lost in the sensations, her body and mind completely consumed by him. She could feel herself slipping, feel herself teetering on the brink of something incredible, something that she knew would take her to places she had never been before. And he was the one taking her there, driving her closer and close to the peak of ecstasy that she could feel just out of her reach.
As he came inside of her, she felt a mixture of intense pleasure and pure bliss. She had never felt anything like this before, the sensations coursing through her body unlike anything she had ever experienced. She was completely and utterly lost in the moment, her body trembling and shivering as the intensity of the experience overwhelmed her.
She clung to him, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure. She was lost in the sensations, her mind consumed by him, her body completely and utterly his. She had never felt anything like this before, the intensity of the experience almost too much to bear. She was completely and utterly lost in him
After cleaning up, they got into bed together, their bodies still thrumming with the echoes of the intensity of their lovemaking. They clung to each other in bed, their limbs tangled together, their breathing slowly returning to normal. They were both still lost in the sensations, their minds reliving the experience over and over again.
Keshav held her close, his body wrapped around hers, his grip possessive and protective. They were both exhausted, but neither of them wanted to sleep just yet. They lay there in silence, their bodies pressed together, their minds still reeling from the intensity of their lovemaking.
Eventually, exhaustion overtook them, and they fell into a deep slumber. They remained intertwined, their bodies still craving each other even in sleep. The night passed by without them noticing, and they remained wrapped in each other's arms, their sleep undisturbed for hours.