Forbidden Heat

**Chapter 1: The Unbearable Crave**

I’m not the kind of woman who waits for what she wants. My name is Priya, and with my long, luscious dark hair cascading down my back, a curvy ass that turns heads, and double D’s that command attention, I’ve never been one to shy away from desire. I’ve heard the whispers from my girlfriends back in Mumbai about white men—how they’re bigger, better, more thrilling than the men I grew up with. But nothing could have prepared me for Ethan.

I met him at a local bar, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine like a predator sizing up prey. He was fresh from the gym that evening, his tight shirt clinging to his muscled frame, beads of sweat glistening on his pale skin. The raw, musky scent of him hit me like a drug, sending a jolt straight between my thighs. I was already imagining how that sweat would taste on my tongue.

“Damn, you’re staring like you’ve already undressed me,” Ethan teased, his voice a low growl as he leaned against the bar, a smirk playing on his lips.

I tossed my hair back and shot him a wicked grin. “Maybe I have. What are you gonna do about it, gym boy? Keep sweating, or show me what’s under that shirt?”

He laughed, a deep, throaty sound that made my skin prickle. “Careful, Priya. I’m a mess right now. Need to clean up before I let you anywhere near me.”

“Clean is overrated,” I purred, stepping closer, my fingers brushing against his damp arm. “I like a man who’s... unpolished.”

His eyes darkened with lust, but he shook his head. “Give me ten minutes. I’m heading to the bathroom. Don’t follow me unless you’re ready for trouble.”

Trouble? Oh, I was born for it. I waited barely a minute before my impatience—and my aching need—drove me to the bathroom door at his place. I could hear the faint sounds of him inside, and I didn’t care what he was doing. I wanted him. Now.

I pushed the door open, and there he was, caught off guard, sitting on the toilet. The raw, earthy scent of the room hit me, and instead of repulsing me, it ignited something primal. My eyes dropped to his lap, where his cock was already half-hard, the foreskin teasing me with what lay beneath. I licked my lips, my pussy already wet with anticipation.

“Priya, what the hell—” he started, but I cut him off, dropping to my knees in front of him.

“Shut up, Ethan. I’m not waiting another second,” I snapped, my voice dripping with authority. My hands gripped his thighs, feeling the heat of his skin, still slick with sweat. “You think I care about your mess? I want it. All of it.”

His protest died in his throat as I leaned forward, my tongue flicking out to taste him. There was a faint tang of urine, a forbidden edge that only made me hungrier. I slid my tongue under his foreskin, savoring the musky, creamy taste of him, cleaning every inch of his head with deliberate, teasing strokes. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair, but I was in control.

“Fuck, Priya, you’re insane,” he panted, his voice thick with need. “You’re gonna make me lose it right here.”

“Good,” I shot back, my lips curling into a smirk as I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. “I want you to lose it. I want everything you’ve got.”

I wasn’t done with him yet. I stood, pulling him up before he could even think about wiping. “Bed. Now,” I commanded, dragging him to my room, my body buzzing with a desperate, horny ache. I pushed him down onto the sheets, my hands roaming over his hard, sweaty body. The scent of him was intoxicating, and I wanted more—every dirty, forbidden inch of him.

As I leaned down, my tongue tracing a path over his skin, I knew this was only the beginning. I was about to take him apart, piece by dripping piece, until we were both panting, spent, and covered in the aftermath of our raw, explosive desire. And I couldn’t wait to feel him cum, to taste every last drop of him.