54. ⚠️
Kiara bit her lips as he slowly pushed himself inside her, her hands held his shoulders, her nails digging into it.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her slightly to change the angle. He could feel her breathing hitch as he hit deeper inside her.
He nuzzled his face against hers, his breath hot against her lips. "Look at me," he rasped, his hips moving slower but deeper.
She slowly lifted her gaze to meet his, her eyes were heavy with pl!asure, He stared into her eyes, losing himself in the intense moment.
He could see the love and desire reflected back at him, and it drove him wild. With a final deep thr!st, he buried himself inside her completely and c-me hard, filling the cond-m with his release while whispering "I love you" between kisses.
"I love you too, husband." She whispered back, hugging him firmly, she broke the hug and looked at him as he gently pulled out.
He loved seeing her like this - hair messy, body flushed, and bre!sts rising and falling rapidly. He removed the cond-m carefully and tossed it away.
He looked back at Kiara to find her watching his body hungrily. He smirked. "What?"
She shook her head and slowly stepped down from the counter, "You will get late for the office, husband."
He let out a low chuckle, his gaze roaming over her body appreciatively. "Do you really want me to leave right now?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock reluctance.
He stepped closer, his body pressing against hers, his hands roaming over her curves. "Or maybe you'd rather have me stay here with you all day, love?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck.
"What do you think I want?" She raised an eyebrow and hugged him, placing her head on his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her close. "I think you want me to stay and worship your body all day long," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
He pressed a tender kiss to her temple, his hands roaming over her bare back. "And you know I'd gladly stay and do just that if I could," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and restraint.
She smiled knowing he had an important meeting today, that he can't miss at any cost. "Take a shower and get ready, I will serve your breakfast."
He let out a sigh, reluctantly releasing his hold on her. "Alright, love," he said with a touch of resignation. "But I'll be thinking about you the whole time I'm in that meeting."
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, his hand lingering on her waist for an extra moment before he stepped away. He turned on the shower and got inside, his mind already wandering to the thought of her.
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Kiara was just in his shirt, She served the breakfast for him as he descended downstairs in his formal clothing.
He walked down the stairs, his gaze immediately drawn to her wearing his shirt. He couldn't help but admire the sight the way the fabric clung to her curves, the way her bare legs peeked out from under the hem. His mind filled with dirty thoughts, but he quickly pushed them away.
He walked over to the table and took a seat, his eyes still roving over her body. "You're driving me crazy, love," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire.
She smiled and forwarded the plate, "have you breakfast Mr. Shekhawat." He took the plate from her, his eyes still fixed on her. He could feel his self-control starting to slip, the sight of her in his shirt too much to resist. Without a word, he reached out and pulled her into his lap.
His arms wrapped around her waist, his hands roaming over her bare thighs. "You're playing a dangerous game, love," he murmured, his voice low and possessive.
She giggled softly, feeling his hardness press against her thigh as she shifted slightly in his lap. "And what game is that?" she asked playfully, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. She knew exactly what she was doing teasing him mercilessly.
As she shifted again, he felt something or rather, the lack of something that made his eyes widen slightly.
His hands moved higher up her thighs until they reached the hem of his shirt she was wearing.
Slowly, he slipped his fingers underneath, confirming his suspicion.
She wasn't wearing any pant! es.
Kiara bit her lips, suppressing the smile that was lacing her face, His breath hitched as his fingers encountered her bare flesh. Without hesitation, he slipped a finger inside her, feeling her warmth and w-tness.
He groaned softly, his other hand gripping her hip tightly. "love," he muttered, adding another finger and beginning to move them in and out slowly.
She m0@ned and held his shoulder, her legs opening wider giving him more access, He took advantage of her wider stance, adding a third finger and increasing his pace.
His thumb found her cl!t and began to rub slow circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. He watched her face intently, enjoying the way her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth fell open in silent m0@ns.
She was about to reach but the door bell rang, Pulling them out of their intimate moments, she immediately got up and ran upstairs while Ekansh walked towards Open the door after licking his fingers.
He Opened the door just to witness Dhriti, he smiled widely as he realised her school got over.
As soon as he saw Dhriti, his eyes lit up, a wide smile spreading across his face. "Hey, sweetheart!" he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
He knelt down and opened his arms, Dhriti ran into them, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. "Papa!" she squealed, burying her face in his chest.
He laughed warmly and pulled her onto his lap, hugging her tightly. "I missed you so much, sweetheart." He kissed her forehead tenderly, his heart swelling with love.
Kiara came back after wearing her own clothes and looked at her husband and daughter, "Oh my baby is back?"
She lovingly asked and walked towards Dhriti, But her eyes was on Ekansh. He looked up at Kiara, his gaze meeting hers. He knew exactly what her gaze was hinting at, and he couldn't help but smirk.
He stood up, his hand still around Dhriti's waist. "Yes, our little angel is back," he said, his voice tinged with pride and love.
He raised an eyebrow, a cocky smirk on his lips, "Why are you looking at me like that, love?"
Kiara shook her head, "Nothing," He raised an eyebrow, not quite buying her answer. "Come on, love. I know that look," he pressed, his smirk widening.
He took a step closer, his hand still holding Dhrity, his gaze fixed on her. "Don't try to play innocent now. Tell me what's on your mind," he said, his voice low and suggestive.
"Shut up," she rolled her eyes and sat on the couch, "Did dhriti enjoy her day?" She asked and Dhriti nodded.
He chuckled at her response, amused by her attempts to change the subject. He sat down next to her, still holding Dhriti on his lap. He turned his attention to Dhriti, ruffling her hair gently, his gaze lingering on Kiara.