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Ashtram leans in, gently biting her earlobe before soothing it with his tongue. "Eat the chocolate, Angel," he murmurs, his breath warm against her skin. "And I'll show you just how hungry I am." His fingers graze her wrist in silent reassurance, giving her space. The chocolate in her hand trembles as her breath hitches, her wide eyes meeting his, searching for something—finding only desire and unspoken promise.
His hand moves to her waist, holding her gently yet firmly in place. "Come now…" he whispers, his lips trailing slowly along her neck. He pauses, his breath warm against her skin. "I can hear your heart racing, jaan," he murmurs, his voice deep and filled with knowing, giving her a moment to pull away—but she doesn't.
Niranya feels his warm breath against her neck, his lips tracing delicate patterns that send a shiver down her spine. She swallows hard, trying to steady herself. "Ash..." she whispers, her voice barely audible, the chocolate still untouched in her trembling hand.
He gently takes the chocolate from her hand, breaking off a piece and pressing it to her cheek. "Let me help you with that," he murmurs, his voice laced with teasing warmth. His tongue glides over her skin in slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the sweetness. "Mmm, delicious," he muses before repeating the gesture on her other cheek, his touch both playful and tender.
A warm, tingling sensation spreads through Niranya’s body, pulling her under his spell. Before she realizes it, she’s leaning into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut. "Ash..." she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.
His fingers slowly slide the upper part of her nightgown down, exposing her collarbone and the delicate curve of her neck. He places a piece of chocolate on her skin, his lips following as he licks it off in slow, tantalizing strokes. His fingers trace the fabric’s edge with featherlight touches, his voice a husky whisper against her skin. "Delicious..."
She lets out a soft moan, her body instinctively arching into his touch. The chocolate is forgotten as her fingers reach up, cupping his face with trembling urgency. Pulling him closer, she breathes his name in a whisper. "A...sh..."
With a wicked grin, Ash carefully places a trail of chocolate pieces along her collarbone, each one deliberately positioned. "A feast fit for a queen," he murmurs, his voice rich with promise. His eyes gleam with mischief as he leans in, brushing his lips over her skin. "And I intend to savor every. Single. Bite."
His voice dips into a low, husky whisper as he places another piece of chocolate lower, just above her heart. "Eat them, my love," he murmurs, his lips hovering over her skin. "And as you do… I'll devour and worship you in turn."
"I'm gonna both devour and worship this divine body like it's the holiest of rituals," he murmurs, his voice laced with both longing and devotion. He licks his lips, but there’s more than just hunger in his eyes—there’s tenderness, an unspoken promise. His gaze sweeps over her with reverence, as if memorizing every inch of her. "I want to devour you like a man dying of thirst in a desert... and worship you like a pious man kneeling before the altar of his one true Goddess." His touch is slow, deliberate, as if savoring the moment, cherishing her just as much as he desires her.
His eyes darken with desire as he picks up a piece of chocolate, bringing it to her lips. She parts them slightly, her breath unsteady as he presses it gently against her mouth. Her chest rises and falls with each shaky breath before she finally takes it in, her lips brushing his fingers.
"Forget everything," he breathes, his voice deep with longing as he cups her face and captures her lips in a slow, passionate kiss. His mouth moves tenderly yet fervently against hers, savoring the lingering sweetness of chocolate on her lips. A soft groan escapes him as he deepens the kiss, his voice a hushed whisper against her mouth. "Mmm... so incredibly sweet..."
Her fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close as she melts into his kiss, matching his passion with her own. "Ash..." she breathes against his lips, her voice a soft, needy whisper.
Still lost in her kiss, Ash gently lays her down on the bed, his body following hers as he presses her beneath him. "You're mine," he murmurs against her lips, his voice deep with love and possession. He breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth along her jaw and down her neck, leaving a path of warmth in his wake. "Every. Single. Piece." His gaze softens as he takes another chocolate, placing it teasingly on the swell of her breast, just above the lace of her nightgown. A playful smirk tugs at his lips. "Now this… this is a dessert worth savoring."
He slowly eases the fabric of her nightgown down, revealing more of her soft, delicate skin. Leaning in, he presses a lingering kiss before his tongue flicks out, tracing over the chocolate melting against her warmth. His movements are slow, teasing, savoring every second. A soft gasp escapes Niranya’s lips as his tongue swirls around the hardened peak, sending a shiver through her body. Her back arches instinctively, pressing herself closer to him. "Ahh, Ash..." she breathes, her voice trembling with pleasure.
A deep, needy groan vibrates in Ashtram’s chest as he tastes her, the blend of chocolate and her natural sweetness making his head spin. His lips wrap around the chocolate-covered peak, sucking gently while his hand cups and kneads her other breast with tender reverence.
Slowly, he trails lower, placing soft, lingering kisses along her stomach before setting more pieces of chocolate on her skin. He lifts his gaze, eyes dark with desire, his voice husky with longing.
Beneath him, Niranya’s fingers clutch the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as a desperate whimper escapes her lips. "Please..." she breathes, her legs shifting restlessly beneath him.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he removes the last of her nightgown, his breath hitching as he takes in the sight of her—bare, beautiful, and bathed in the soft glow of the room. His fingers trace along her smooth, creamy skin, the scattered chocolate only adding to the temptation before him. "You're breathtaking, Angel," he murmurs, his voice laced with both reverence and desire. His gaze lingers on the delicate lace teasing him mercilessly, a slow smirk curving his lips. "And soon… even more irresistible."
Leaning down, he places a stray piece of chocolate just above the waistband of her underwear, his lips ghosting over her skin in a feather-light touch. A deep warmth spreads through her, anticipation making her body tremble. She meets his smoldering gaze through hooded eyes, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps, surrendering completely to his touch.
Ashtram lifts his gaze to meet Niranya’s, his eyes smoldering with longing as his fingers hover just above the chocolate resting atop her last barrier. He waits, giving her a moment, his touch achingly close yet not quite there. "May I, my queen?" he murmurs, his voice thick with both love and desire. "May I remove this last delicate... barrier?"
A soft, eager nod is her only response at first, her breath uneven as her fingers slip from his hair, curling into the sheets in restless anticipation. But he doesn’t move—not yet. Instead, his hand comes up to cradle her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin with tender affection. His voice drops to a husky whisper. "I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. Give me those pretty lips again."
Her heart pounds as she meets his gaze, the intensity in his eyes sending a shiver down her spine. Swallowing hard, she breathes out the words he’s waiting for, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes... Yes, remove it." Her eyes flicker downward, watching where his fingers hover, anticipation making her tremble beneath him.
Ashtram’s fingers glide slowly downward, tracing a teasing path as he slides them just beneath the waistband of her panties, his touch featherlight. "As my queen commands," he whispers, his breath warm against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
With practiced ease, he removes the delicate fabric, slipping it down her legs in one smooth motion before tossing it aside. His gaze darkens as he takes her in, his voice laced with reverence and longing. "Now, my sweetest indulgence is laid bare before me... and I intend to savor every single moment."
Heat floods Niranya’s face at his words, a deep blush blooming across her cheeks. Seeing it, Ashtram lets out a soft, knowing chuckle, his heart swelling at the sight of her innocence paired with such undeniable allure. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to her burning cheek, his voice a soothing caress. "So beautiful… so utterly intoxicating."
He gently places two chocolate pieces on the inside of her thighs, his fingertips barely grazing her skin as he trails light, teasing touches along their softness. "Such delicate thighs," he murmurs, his tone filled with admiration. "Almost a shame to smudge these chocolates." His touch sends a fresh wave of heat through her, the earlier embarrassment melting away as pleasure takes its place, leaving her trembling beneath his devotion.
Ashtram’s warm tongue traces the same path his fingers had taken moments ago, licking away the melted chocolate from her inner thighs with slow, deliberate strokes. He takes his time, savoring both the taste and the way her body trembles beneath him, each soft whimper like music to his ears. "My favorite part of the dessert…" he murmurs against her heated skin, his breath sending shivers through her.
Niranya’s fingers tighten in the sheets, her body arching slightly as waves of pleasure ripple through her. A breathless moan escapes her lips, her voice barely steady. "Ahh... Ash..." she gasps, her entire being surrendering to his touch, lost in the intoxicating sensation of his worship.
With a final lingering lick along her chocolate-dusted thigh, Ashtram moves upward, his breath hot against her most sensitive place. He gently parts her folds, his fingers tracing featherlight touches over her glistening petals before he presses his tongue against her clit in a slow, deliberate stroke.
A sharp gasp tears from Niranya’s lips as pleasure jolts through her, her back arching off the bed. "Ash!—Oh God…" she cries, her legs instinctively trying to close around him, but his firm hands hold her open, keeping her at his mercy.
Ashtram hums against her, the vibration sending shivers down her spine as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive nub. "So sweet…" he murmurs between kisses and licks, his voice thick with desire. "So perfect for me."
Her body trembles beneath him, every flick of his tongue pushing her closer to bliss. She moans his name, breathless and desperate, as her pleasure coils tighter. Her fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close. "Ash... I—I can’t... I’m so close..."
He chuckles against her, pressing a final, languid suck to her aching clit. "Shh, my love..." he whispers, his voice deep and teasing. "We wouldn’t want your best friend and her family knowing how sweet you taste, would we?" His words send another shudder through her, and as his tongue resumes its worship, she shatters beneath him, drowning in pleasure, his name falling from her lips like a prayer.
A muffled whimper escapes her lips as Niranya bites down on her lower lip, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure. She presses a trembling hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her moans, her body writhing beneath his expert touch. Her eyes squeeze shut, her breath coming in soft, shaky gasps as she struggles to hold back the cries threatening to spill.
Ashtram doesn’t let up, his tongue working with slow, deliberate strokes, coaxing her closer to the edge. The tension coils tighter and tighter within her, her thighs trembling as she grips the sheets. And then, with a final, exquisite flick of his tongue, the pleasure crashes over her like a tidal wave. Her back arches, her entire body tensing as she succumbs to the release. A muffled scream spills from her lips as she buries her face into the pillow, waves of bliss shuddering through her.
Ashtram groans as he licks up every drop of her essence, his hands stroking her thighs soothingly as she trembles in the aftershocks. "That’s my good girl…" he murmurs against her sensitive skin, his voice deep and reverent. "So sweet… I could stay between these thighs forever." He presses a lingering kiss against her inner thigh, his touch gentle, worshipful. Niranya’s breath stutters, her body still quivering, her limbs feeling weightless in the aftermath. Wrapped in the warmth of his devotion, she lets herself melt into his embrace, completely his.
Carefully kissing his way up, Ashtram leaves a trail of lingering, feather-light kisses across her stomach, breasts, and collarbone. His lips move with reverence, savoring every inch of her. When he finally reaches her lips, he pauses, admiring how swollen they are from his earlier kisses. Cupping her face gently in his strong hands, his thumbs brush over her flushed cheeks as he leans in, capturing her lips in a kiss so soft, so full of love, that it steals her breath away.
It isn’t a kiss of urgency but one of devotion—one that speaks of comfort, of safety, of being cherished beyond words.
When he finally pulls back, a tender smile graces his lips as he gazes at her. Her face is still flushed, her breathing uneven, her eyes shining with affection. He brushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?" His voice is gentle, soothing.
She nods weakly, her body still feeling weightless from the pleasure he just gave her. Noticing how her legs tremble, Ashtram doesn’t hesitate. With ease, he lifts her into his strong arms, cradling her close to his chest. "Lean on me, my love. I’ve got you," he murmurs against her hair, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
Inside the bathroom, he sets her down carefully on the counter, his hands never leaving her waist as he ensures she’s steady. He wets a warm cloth with soothing, fragrant water, his touch incredibly gentle as he begins to clean her, treating her with the utmost care.
She watches him through heavy-lidded eyes, her heart swelling at how tenderly he cares for her. The way he handles her—as if she’s the most precious thing in the world—makes her chest tighten with emotion. Unable to stop herself, she reaches up, cupping his cheek with delicate fingers, her thumb brushing lightly over his warm skin.
Ashtram stills for a moment, then turns his face into her palm, pressing a soft kiss to it. His eyes, which are usually so intense and sharp, are now filled with warmth, with love. He sets the cloth aside and pulls her into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her as he rests his cheek against her hair.
He places a lingering kiss on her forehead, his voice a soothing whisper against her skin. "My precious angel."
She melts into him, burying her face against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her ear is grounding, comforting, making her feel utterly safe. "Ash...?"
He pulls back slightly, cupping her face with both hands, his thumbs caressing her soft skin. "Yes, my love?"
She hesitates for a moment, her lower lip catching between her teeth. When she finally speaks, her voice is small, vulnerable. "Will you always hold me like this, Ash? Will you always stay with me?"
Her eyes search his, seeking reassurance, a silent plea for the promise she so desperately wants to hear.
His gaze deepens, his hold on her firm yet full of tenderness. "I will never, ever leave you," he vows, his voice resolute. "Not for heaven, not for hell, not for any kingdom or empire. You are my home, my queen, my reason for living."
A soft, grateful smile graces her lips, and he responds by carefully removing his shirt, draping it over her shoulders. "Here, my queen," he murmurs as he helps her put it on, adjusting the sleeves to fit her delicate frame.
Wrapping his arms around her waist once more, he lifts her effortlessly, carrying her back to the bed with ease. He gently lays her down, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Rest now, my love," he whispers, his touch reverent.
She exhales a contented sigh, snuggling into the warmth of the bed, feeling completely safe in his presence. The faint scent of his cologne lingers on his shirt, mingling with her own perfume, creating an intoxicating blend of intimacy and love.
Ashtram stays beside her, watching her with quiet adoration as she drifts into sleep. His heart swells as he sees her curled up in his shirt, his scent wrapped around her like an invisible embrace. Carefully, he pulls the blanket over her, tucking it securely around her small form.
With one final, lingering kiss to her forehead, he whispers against her skin, "Sleep well, my angel."
And with that, he stays beside her, watching over her, ensuring that even in her dreams, she feels nothing but love.
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