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As soon as she stepped into his cabin, she was pinned to the door, both arms held above her head. Yashvardhan's gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

She could feel the tension building and a sense of foreboding hanging heavy in the air. As he leaned forward, his voice low and urgent, Nayan's pulse quickened.

"I want you right now!"

Nayan found herself irresistibly drawn to him like a moth to a flame every time he uses that voice of his. Every fiber of Nayan's being longed to surrender to him, to lose herself in the fiery passion that burned between them.

Without hesitation, she pulled her arms from his grip and began to loosen her saree, all the while maintaining intense eye contact with him. The eye contact didn't fail to unsettle her, but she didn't flinch. The wildfire of passion was mutual, consuming them both in its fervent embrace.

Suddenly, he swept her up into his arms in a bridal style and strode towards his private elevator. Using his fingerprint, he opened the doors of the elevator and stepped inside with her held securely in his strong embrace.

Soon, they found themselves in the master bedroom of his penthouse, situated just above his office on the topmost floor of the entire skyscraper.

She hastily undid her saree while he quickly pulled himself out of his three-piece suit.

When she was about to undo her bra, he commanded, "Do not."

She immediately withdrew her hands from the hooks and stood idle. He lifted her onto his left shoulder and carried her to the bed. In a swift motion, he lightly threw her onto the soft mattress.

As she attempted to settle herself on the bed, he expertly removed her panty in a swift motion.

Shyness overwhelmed her cheeks, and timidity overtook the temporary boldness she had shown in the office.

Before she could even think of anything, his lips were on her vertical lips devouring it like no tomorrow.

She had grown accustomed to his urgency during sex. She had come to understand and accept the fact that he wasn't into slow and steamy romance or any serious foreplay; he preferred quickies.

Perhaps it was because of his busy and hectic lifestyle that he was like this. Everything had to be done fast, whether it was work or pleasure.

"Annhhh!" She moaned as he nibbled onto the skin of her clit.

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When she had already climaxed once, he positioned himself at her entrance and plunged himself in one swift motion.

She winced in pain initially, but soon pleasure overpowered her discomfort as he continued to thrust at her sweet spot.

With a few more thrusts, she reached her climax for the second time, and in that moment, he turned her around while resting his back on the bed and positioning her on top of him. All the while, he remained inside her, driving her wild with every movement as he collapsed onto the bed in a haze of ecstasy.

She shamelessly bounced and writhed, screaming until he released himself into her.

Both were drenched in a mixture of their own sweat, a palpable evidence of the passion and hunger they craved for each other, their bodies entwined in a fervent embrace as they surrendered to their desires.

She lay on top of him for some time as they eased their breaths and calmed themselves down after the intense session.

"Thanks for the tender, Nayan," he said in a soft yet hoarse voice.

"I love you, Yash," she replied, a wide smile playing on her lips, her cheeks still tinted from their intense session.

That's it.

A look of shock replaced his tired face as he lifted her up from himself by her shoulders.

While looking straight into her eyes, he said.

"But I don't love you, Nayan."

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