The living room was finally quiet, the front door clicking shut as Cristian and Doran made their exit. Diivia sank deeper into the plush couch cushions, her body still humming with the energy of their conversation. Kamal, on the other hand, shifted in his armchair, his eyes never leaving Diivia.
"So... what did you want to discuss?" Kamal asked, a soft smile playing on his lips. He beckoned her over with a finger, a gesture that was both commanding and inviting.
Diivia, puzzled yet intrigued, rose from her seat and approached him. Kamal pulled her down onto his lap without a moment's hesitation, his arms wrapping around her waist. "I've been missing you," he admitted, his voice low and sincere.
Diivia grinned, her arms looping around his neck as she pressed herself closer to him. "I've missed you too, you know," she replied, her breath warm against his ear.
Kamal inhaled deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent of cloves and mandarin that clung to Diivia's skin. As he breathed her in, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of warmth and longing.
His heart raced, the desire to cross boundaries growing stronger by the second. Diivia was no longer just his friend's sister or his ward; she was an integral part of his life, his very being. The thought of her marrying someone else, even temporarily, angered him.
But Kamal knew he couldn't make love to her here, in the living room, with the risk of getting caught too high. However, there were other ways to satisfy his longing.
Gently, he bit her earlobe, causing Diivia to gasp in surprise. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Showing you how much I've missed you," Kamal replied, his lips brushing against her ear. Diivia's breath hitched as he trailed kisses down her neck, her heart pounding in her chest.
"You're playing with fire, Kamal," Diivia warned, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and annoyance.
Kamal smirked, his hands exploring her waist. "I know, but I can't help myself. You smell too good." He continued to pepper kisses along her collarbone, his thumbs brushing over the straps of her bra.
Diivia laughed, her head thrown back in pleasure. "You're such a flirt, Kamal."
"I know," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "But I can't help it when I'm around you." His hands slid up her back, unclasping her bra with ease.
Diivia tensed for a moment, then relaxed as Kamal continued his gentle assault on her senses. Her breath caught in her throat as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.
"You're going to get us into trouble," Diivia whispered, her head thrown back in pleasure.
"I know," Kamal replied, his voice husky. "But it's worth it."
As their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, Kamal knew he would never be able to let Diivia go. She was his, and he would do whatever it took to make her his forever.
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