Author's POV

The dance didn't take much time to take a sensual shift. Abhimanyu's hand, which was resting on Samyukta's waist, kept caressing her lower back, making her breathing escalate. Their faces, once filled with admiration for each other, were now flushed red. The twinkles in their eyes were replaced by dark clouds of sensuality.

Abhimanyu's grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. His other hand slowly traced the curve of her spine, sending shivers down her body. Samyukta's hands found their way to his chest, feeling the warmth and strength beneath his shirt. Her fingers curled into the fabric as if anchoring herself in the moment.

Their breaths mingled, shallow and quick, as the intensity between them grew. His eyes bore into hers, filled with a desire that made her heart race even faster. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his voice husky and filled with longing.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now."

Samyukta's eyes fluttered shut at his words, a soft gasp escaping her lips. 

"Abhimanyu..." 

She breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation.

He moved his lips from her ear to her jawline, planting a trail of soft, lingering kisses. Each touch of his lips sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her knees weak. She clung to him, feeling as if she might melt into a puddle of desire.

She tilted her head back, giving him better access as he continued to kiss down her neck. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. 

"Abhimanyu, I need you." 

She whispered, her voice barely audible.

He paused, lifting his head to look into her eyes. The intensity in his gaze was almost overwhelming. 

"Are you sure?" 

He asked, his voice low and filled with restraint.

She nodded, her eyes dark with desire. 

"Yes. I want you, Abhimanyu. Now."

With a groan of approval, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all his pent-up desire and love into it. Samyukta responded with equal fervor, losing herself in the heat of the moment. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them, entwined in a dance of love and desire.

While still engrossed in the kiss, Abhimanyu, with a swift motion, lifted Samyukta into his arms. She gasped, momentarily breaking the kiss, but quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes sparkling with excitement and desire.

He carried her effortlessly as he walked towards the villa. Samyukta could feel the strength in his arms and the rapid beating of his heart against her making her heart flutter. 

He glanced down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of passion and tenderness. Her condition was no better than a withering bird. Her stomach was already cooking a lot plus this glance from him was like fuel to the fire.

As they reached the villa, he pushed open the door with his shoulder, never loosening his grip on her. The interior was bathed in a warm, inviting light, casting soft shadows on the walls. He carried her up the stairs, their surroundings becoming a blur as their focus remained solely on each other.

When they reached the bedroom, Abhimanyu gently set Samyukta down on the bed. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of love, desire, and trust.

"You're so breathtaking." 

He whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

Samyukta blushed, her heart swelling with love for him. 

She noticed that the bed was adorned with cushy white pillows—lots of them—creating an inviting and comfortable space. The soft fabric and the sheer number of pillows made the bed look like a cozy haven.

Samyukta couldn't help but smile at the sight. 

"Did you prepare all this?" 

She asked, looking up at Abhimanyu.

He nodded, a proud grin on his face. 

"I wanted everything to be perfect for you and most importantly, I wanted to make sure that you enjoy the process to the fullest without any pain."

"It's more than needed." 

She replied, her voice filled with emotion.

He reached out, gently pulling her closer. 

"You can decide that after you get a taste of it." 

He whispered notoriously with a sly smile, his breath warm against her ear.

With that, he leaned down, capturing her lips once more in a kiss as his hands continued to explore her bodyline with tender, deliberate movements, and she responded to his touch with soft sighs of pleasure. 

Slowly, he slipped off the straps of her dress, his fingers grazing the skin of her shoulder lightly, sending shivers through her body. She also reciprocated her urgency by hastily undoing the buttons of his shirt with her trembling fingers.

As her hands moved deftly, revealing his toned chest, she felt the heat rising between them. He shrugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and pulled her closer, their bodies pressing against each other.

His lips found her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone as his hands roamed freely, unclothing her of dress. She arched into his touch, her breath hitching with each gentle caress his touch made while undressing her. Their movements became more frantic, driven by a shared need that could no longer be contained.

Finally, when he pushed her dress off her waist completely, she quickly hugged him tight running her hands over the muscles of his back, feeling the tension and strength there. He kissed the crown of her head and whispered.

"You're the best I could ever ask God for."

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the centre of the bed surrounded by cushy white pillows. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers, filled with a mix of passion and tenderness.

As he hovered above her, his fingers traced the delicate lace of her lingerie, his touch sending sparks of electricity through her veins. She pulled him down to her by his nape and their lips met in a searing kiss that spoke of their longing and love.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of desire and connection that left no room for anything else. With each movement, their passion grew, building to a crescendo that left them both breathless. Abhimanyu's hands continued to explore her body, memorizing every curve and contour, while Samyukta's fingers traced the lines of his muscles and abs, feeling the raw power beneath his skin. 

He pulled back slightly, his gaze intense and filled with adoration as he looked at her. 

"I need you right now, Samyukta!" 

He whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"The feeling is mutual, Mr. Rathore."

She replied seductively, her voice equally filled with emotion.

And he wasted no time to unbluckle his pants without breaking there intense eye contact. His pupils dilated

Without breaking their intense eye contact, he wasted no time unbuckling his pants, his pupils dilated with desire. The anticipation between them was electric, each second feeling like an eternity.

As his pants fell away, he leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands moved with a purpose, undoing her lingerie and exploring every inch of her skin as if committing it to memory.

Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, after no cloth was left to hide their intimacy.

His fingers traced her sideline from her collarbone to the mound of her brea$t, to her waist, and then circled her navel. The gentle, deliberate touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fresh wave of desire.

Samyukta closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of his touch, feeling cherished and adored.

The next moment, she felt his hand travel down her south, and she lifted her hips in anticipation. His slender, long fingers cupped her womanhood gently, sending a jolt of electricity through her entire being.

A soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers moved with expert precision, exploring and teasing, building up the intensity between them.

"Anhhh, Maan!" 

She moaned, her voice trembling with desire.

He responded by pressing a kiss to her neck, his touch becoming more insistent.

"You're mine, Samyukta. Every part of you. Let me savor you my way."

He pulled himself to the edge of the bed, positioning himself between her thighs, his eyes dark with desire. Samyukta's breath caught in her throat as she felt his warm breath against her skin, her anticipation growing with each passing second.

His hands gently parted her thighs, and he leaned in, placing soft, featherlight kisses along her inner thighs. She shivered, her body responding to his touch with heightened sensitivity. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure through her.

As he blew warm air on her slit, his fingers gently stretched her out, sending shivers through her entire body. Samyukta felt herself teetering on the edge, her body trembling with anticipation.

Next, his tongue flicked out, tracing delicate patterns on her sensitive skin. He teased her mercilessly, building the tension by giving a long, deliberate lick along her lining. The sensation was electrifying, making her gasp in response.

"Mmm...shhh."

He continued with more insistent movements, his tongue exploring her with expert precision. Each touch sent waves of pleasure through her, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as she got closer to the edge.

"Maan," she whimpered, her voice a mix of desperation and desire.

He responded by increasing the intensity, his tongue working in perfect harmony with his movements. She startled when he slipped his middle finger inside her, stretching her inner walls a little. The sensation was intense, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

He moved his finger slowly at first, then gradually increased the pace, his tongue continuing its rhythmic teasing. The combination of his skilled touch and the warmth of his mouth drove her wild, her body reacting instinctively to his every move.

She gasped, dithered, whimpered, moaned and what not, her hands clutching the sheets, her body arching toward him.

He added a second finger, stretching her further, and she cried out, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The pleasure was overwhelming, building rapidly as he expertly worked her towards the edge.

Her moans filled the room, a symphony of desire and need. He curled his fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot, and her body tensed in response. The tension built, coiling tighter and tighter until she couldn't hold back any longer.

With a final flick of his tongue and a precise thrust of his fingers, he pushed her over the edge. Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, her body shuddering with the force of it. She cried out his name, her hands gripping the sheets as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

"Anhhhhhhh...."

As she came down from her high, Abhimanyu continued his gentle ministrations, prolonging her pleasure until she was utterly spent. He kissed his way back up her body, his touch tender and loving.

He watched her chest rise and fall with a soft jiggle of her breasts, her entire body shaking from the aftermath of her release. Abhimanyu's heart swelled with love and pride as he observed her vulnerability and beauty in that moment.

"Now, you seem ready to have me inside you."

He said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face.

She looked into his eyes and gave him a nod.

Abhimanyu positioned himself above her, their bodies aligning perfectly. He leaned in to kiss her deeply, pouring all his love and passion into that kiss. 

He aligned his manhood against her womanhood and gave a gentle rub to her wet slits, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

"Are you ready, Samyukta?" 

He whispered, his voice thick with desire. She simply nodded, her breath heavy with anticipation.

Sensing her anxiousness, he stroked her head gently and said. 

"Whenever you feel the slightest discomfort, do not think twice before telling me. I'll stop right there and then. No matter what. Okay?"

She looked into his eyes, seeing the genuine concern and love in them, and nodded again, feeling reassured. 

"Words, baby. Words."

He urged her.

"Okay." 

She whispered back.

He smiled softly, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. 

"I love you, Samyukta."

"I love you too, Maan." 

She replied, her voice filled with emotion.

With that, he began to enter her slowly, his movements gentle and careful, attuned to her every reaction. She felt a mix of pleasure and a slight discomfort, but the way he looked at her, with such care and love, made her feel safe and cherished.

"Does it feel good?" 

He checked on her, his voice gentle and filled with concern.

She hummed a soft "yes," her eyes fluttering closed as she adjusted to the sensation. 

He began massaging her hands, shoulders, waist and thighs to sooth the pain. The warmth and tenderness in his touch reassured her, making the experience even more intimate and special. He continued to move slowly, watching her closely.

She whimpered and winced in pain. Seeing the flicker of discomfort cross her face, Abhimanyu paused immediately. His eyes were filled with concern as he brushed a tender kiss against her forehead.

"Are you okay, babe?" 

He asked softly, his voice laced with worry.

She nodded, biting her lip. 

"It's just...a bit much. But...but don't stop."

He cupped her face gently, his thumb stroking her cheek. 

"Let's take it slow, okay?"

She nodded again, appreciating his patience and care. He moved with even more caution, ensuring that each movement was gentle and considerate of her needs. He whispered soothing words, encouraging her to relax and breathe through the discomfort.

Gradually, as she adjusted to the sensation, the pain began to subside, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure. She clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, finding solace in his steady presence.

"Better?" 

He asked, his voice a comforting murmur.

"Yes." 

She breathed, her body beginning to respond more eagerly to his touch.

He continued with slow, deliberate movements, building their rhythm with care. The intimacy between them grew, the initial pain giving way to a deeper connection and an overwhelming sense of closeness. He watched her closely, making sure she was okay with every shift and thrust.

As Samyukta began to relax into the rhythm and her moans became more sensual, Abhimanyu responded by adjusting his movements to match her growing pleasure. He increased the intensity gradually, attuned to her reactions and making sure to maintain a pace that was both pleasurable and comfortable for her.

"Oh yes!"

She yelled seductively, turning him on more when he hit her spot.

Her response encouraged him to keep moving in sync with her, each thrust becoming more passionate and deliberate.

He held her close, his hands gripping her hips as he adjusted his pace to maximize her pleasure. Their breaths grew more ragged, and the sounds of their mutual ecstasy echoed in the room.

"Ughhh, yes!"

He growled when he felt her inner walls tighten aroung his c0ck. Abhimanyu's breath hitched, and he let out a deep, guttural growl of pleasure. 

Her responsive movements of grabbing a fistful of his hair, digging the skin of his shoulders and bicep, and the intense connection between them pushed him further into a state of heightened ecstasy.

He continued to move in a rhythm that matched her every reaction, his hands gripping her tighter, pulling her closer. The intensity of their shared pleasure built up, creating a powerful and almost overwhelming experience for both of them.

Their moans and gasps filled the room, mingling with the soft rustling of the pillows around them. 

With a final, deep thrust, they both reached the heights of their desire. Samyukta cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsing with the waves of her orga$m. At the same moment, Abhimanyu's release followed, his groans mingling with hers as he felt the waves of pleasure wash over him.

They held each other tightly, their bodies entwined as they rode out the final moments of their shared climax. 

He fell on her, exhausted and breathing heavily. As he lay on top of her, his chest heaving with every breath, feeling the warmth and closeness of her body but made sure that his weight didn't make her suffocate. Samyukta clutched him tightly, her arms wrapped around him as if she never wanted to let him go. Her breathing was uneven, her body still quivering from the intensity of their shared moment.

He gently nuzzled into her neck, placing soft kisses there, his hands tenderly stroking her hair.

Samyukta's fingers traced lazy patterns on his back as she calmed down, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

For a good few minutes, they simply lay together in a serene silence, focusing on the rhythm of their breathing and the gentle caress of their skin against each other.

He withdrew carefully, adjusting his weight off Samyukta, his touch tender and reassuring. He sat up and began to gently massage her legs, his fingers working soothingly over her tired muscles.

"How are you feeling, my love?" 

He asked softly, his voice filled with concern and affection.

Samyukta sighed contentedly, her eyes closing as she absorbed the comforting touch. 

"Just a little sore but amazing, Maan."

He smiled, his gaze full of warmth as he continued to rub her legs. 

"Good. Just give me a moment. I'll be right back."

He stood up and walked toward the attached bathroom, leaving Samyukta nestled amidst the pile of cushy white pillows. As she looked around, she noticed how carefully he had arranged them around her while she was too lost in her pleasure. One pillow, she realized, was positioned just beneath her hips—something she hadn't even noticed during their intimate moment.

The sight made her feel cherished and loved. The thoughtfulness of her dear husband, ensuring her comfort, filled her with a deep sense of pride and appreciation. She marveled at the effort he had put into creating such a perfect and caring environment for their special moment.

She felt like she won in life. The man she's married to is head over heels for her and she felt assured from the core of her heart that he can never ever make her feel undesireable, uncherished or unloved.

A few minutes later, Samyukta saw Abhimanyu emerging from the washroom, a white towel loosely tucked around his waist. She couldn't help but let her gaze linger on his V-line, teasingly hidden by the cloth. His chiseled abs glistened with a sheen of sweat, catching the light in a way that made her breath hitch.

He smirked at her reaction and said.

"Babe, if you keep eye-fvcking me like this, I might forget you're sore."

She quickly diverted her gaze making him chuckle.

He placed them gently beside her limbs, ensuring everything was within reach. He then walked over to a nearby drawer, retrieving an ointment.

With a tender smile, Abhimanyu sat at the edge of the bed and gently parted Samyukta's legs. Using clean hands, he took the soft bamboo towel, which he had wet in the warm water of the bowl, and carefully cleaned her.

She winced slightly as the warm towel made contact with her skin, but the discomfort quickly eased as the soothing warmth provided relief. 

"Feeling better?"

He asked to which she nodded with a serene smile.

After carefully cleaning her, Abhimanyu gently applied the ointment to soothe her skin. His touch was tender and deliberate, ensuring she was as comfortable as possible.

Samyukta watched him with a mixture of love and gratitude, feeling cherished by his attentive care.

When he got up to clear the bed she whined.

"Stay with me please."

Abhimanyu paused, looking back at her puppy face with a soft smile.

"Of course, I'll stay. I'm not going anywhere."

He said, walking back to the bed. He settled beside her, pulling her close and the duvet over them.

As he wrapped his arms around her, she snuggled into him, feeling the warmth and security of his embrace, a profound sense of peace settled over them. The comfort of being held close, coupled with the exhaustion of their shared, surreal experience, lulled them into a deep, restful slumber.

They drifted off together, their breathing synchronized, wrapped in the cocoon of their love and contentment.

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