Chapter 1: The Spark Ignites
Divya knocked on the door of Vidya’s upscale apartment, her heart beating a little faster than usual. She hadn’t seen her best friend in weeks, but it wasn’t Vidya she was secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of. Sunil, Vidya’s devilishly handsome husband, had always been a quiet storm in Divya’s mind—those piercing eyes, that chiseled jaw, and the way his voice seemed to drip with unspoken promises. She shook the thought away as the door creaked open.
“Well, damn, if it isn’t the queen herself,” Sunil drawled, leaning against the frame with a smirk that could melt steel. He was shirtless, a towel slung low on his hips, fresh from a shower. Beads of water clung to his bronzed skin, and Divya’s throat went dry.
“Sunil,” she said, her voice cool but her eyes betraying a flicker of hunger. “Where’s Vidya? I thought we had plans.”
“Urgent work. She bolted out an hour ago. Didn’t she text you?” His gaze roamed over her, lingering on the curve of her hips in her tight red dress. “But hey, I’m not complaining about the company.”
Divya arched a brow, stepping inside with a confidence that masked the heat pooling in her core. “Careful, Sunil. I bite when provoked.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” he shot back, closing the door with a deliberate click. The air between them crackled, thick with unspoken tension. She set her purse down, her movements slow, almost taunting, as she caught him staring.
“You’ve got a mouth on you today,” she teased, turning to face him, her dark eyes glinting with challenge. “What’s got you so cocky?”
He stepped closer, the scent of his clean skin and faint cologne wrapping around her like a vice. “Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been thinking about you non-stop. Or maybe it’s that dress begging to be peeled off.”
Divya laughed, sharp and biting, but her breath hitched as his hand brushed her arm. “You think I’m that easy? I’m not some damsel waiting to be ravished.”
“Never said you were,” Sunil murmured, his voice dropping to a husky growl. “But I can see it in your eyes, Divya. You want this just as bad as I do.”
She didn’t deny it. Instead, she tilted her chin up, daring him. “Prove it, then. Or are you all talk?”
That was all it took. In a heartbeat, his lips crashed into hers, hungry and unrelenting. Divya kissed him back with equal ferocity, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. His towel hit the floor, and she felt him, hard and ready, pressing against her thigh through the thin fabric of her dress. A low moan escaped her as his hands slid down to grip her ass, pulling her closer.
“Fuck, you’re driving me insane,” he panted against her mouth, his breath hot and ragged. “I’ve wanted to taste every inch of you for so damn long.”
“Then stop talking and start doing,” she snapped, her voice dripping with command. She shoved him back toward the couch, her own desire making her bold. Her dress rode up as she straddled him, revealing the lace of her panties, already damp with anticipation. She was wet, aching, and she wasn’t about to play coy.
Sunil’s eyes darkened with lust as he looked up at her, his hands roaming her thighs. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”
“Good,” she smirked, grinding against him, feeling his cock twitch beneath her. “Now, show me what that mouth of yours can really do.”
His grin was wicked as he flipped her onto her back in one swift move, his strength making her pulse race. He tugged her dress up, exposing her to his ravenous gaze. “Oh, I’m gonna devour you, Divya. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
Her breath caught as his lips trailed down her stomach, teasing, torturing. She was already dripping, her body screaming for more, and he hadn’t even touched her where she needed him most. The anticipation was electric, her skin prickling with heat as his tongue flicked closer to her core. She knew what was coming, and she was ready to combust.
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