Chapter 29
Sana
Blinking against the dimly lit room, it takes a moment for my sleep to fade and for reality to settle in. I’m on Aditya’s bed, his arms wrapped around me, my back pressed against his chest.
And for a heartbeat, I forget how to breathe.
I should pull away. I should move, put some space between us, remind myself this is dangerous. If only I had a little more control over this.
His warmth, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the way his arm tightens slightly even in sleep—it’s a pull I don’t have the strength to fight. My eyes flutter shut, my heart hammering against my ribs.
For the first time in my life, I ache to take that step.
I don’t want to think. I just want to feel.
To close the distance, to shatter the invisible wall I’ve spent the last few days building.
Every fibre of me screams for it, trembles with the weight of wanting.
But then the fear coils around the desire, reminding me of the consequences.
“Don’t think so much.” Aditya’s deep, sleep-roughened voice spills into my ear, breaking through the storm in my head.
Before I can react, his tongue flicks against my earlobe, sending a violent shiver down my spine.
A sharp gasp escapes my lips. My body tenses, but not in protest. Instead, my body betrays me, leaning into him, seeking his warmth as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
His grip tightens, his breath teasing against my skin. “God, you are so damn tempting,” he murmurs, his lips grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear, making my pulse stutter.
Still, I gather the courage to speak.
“Aditya, we can’t do this.” My voice trembles, barely louder than a breath.
He turns me around, his arms still wrapped around me, pulling me closer as his forehead presses against mine.
“No, Sana. I’m done,” he breathes, his voice cracking. “I can’t take this anymore. I need this. I need you.”
My heart slams against my ribs. I shake my head, trying to summon reason, trying to ignore the way my body responds to him. “This isn’t right. We—”
“Look at me.” He cuts me off as he pulls back to cup my face, his fingers brushing against my jaw with aching tenderness. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want me.” His dark eyes search mine, desperate.
I open my mouth to lie. But nothing comes.
His thumb strokes over my lower lip, his voice breaking as he whispers, “Because I want you, Sana. I always have.”
A shaky breath escapes me, my hands fisting the front of his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart. “Aditya…” His name tumbles out, caught between hesitation and longing.
“Say it,” he pleads, his breath fanning my lips. “Please.”
And just like that… every wall crumbles in the face of his raw honesty.
My eyes flutter shut, and the fight inside me melts away. And I whisper the only truth that matters. “I want you too.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, I feel his lips on mine.
My eyes remain closed as he brushes his mouth against mine—soft, tentative, testing.
And the second I sigh against him, everything changes.
His arms tighten around me, fingers threading into my hair as he deepens the kiss—fierce, desperate, consuming.
My knees go weak, even though I’m already lying down.
I meet him just as hungrily, my hands pulling him closer, craving more, needing more.
Because, for once—I don’t want to hold back.
I don’t want to resist. I just don’t want to.
Because, for the first time, I stop thinking and start feeling.
“We have things to discuss. Your mom…” I gasp, my eyes snapping open as Aditya rolls on top of me, his lips trailing down my neck, slow and maddening. His teeth graze my skin, and I shudder so hard it’s like my body’s no longer mine.
“Ssh, I know we do,” he hums against my skin, silencing anything I have to say. His lips trace a slow, torturous path along my collarbone, branding me as his. “But we can do this and keep the talk for later.”
My breath shudders as his fingers slip under my shirt, tracing lazy circles on my skin, making every nerve in my body come alive.
“Aditya…” My voice is a plea, a warning, but it comes out weaker than I intended.
He lifts his head, his dark, intense gaze locking onto mine. “What do you say, sweetheart?” A slow, wicked smirk tugs at his lips.
I know I should stop this. I know there are words that need to be said, issues that need to be resolved, but right now, with his body pressed against mine, talking is the last thing on my mind.
“Talk… can wait,” I whisper, my voice trembling, my resolve breaking completely.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” he says before his mouth is on mine again, stealing away every last coherent thought, daring me to deny what we both want.
Pulling his lips from mine, he whispers, “I need you naked.”
My stomach clenches at the raw hunger in his voice.
I nod, breathless, powerless, completely his.
He helps me sit before he lifts my shirt, his eyes locked on mine—watching, waiting to stop him.
But I don’t. I don’t know what spell he has on me, what force binds me to him so completely, but there’s not a single ounce of hesitation in me.
No resistance. No second thoughts. I watch his chest rise and fall as his fingers work deftly, unclasping my bra, then moving lower to my jeans, and then the panties, peeling away every last barrier between us.
My breathing turns shallow, uneven, as he pulls his own shirt over his head.
Then, with a smirk that sends a fresh wave of heat through me, he pushes off the bed and strips off his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion.
Completely naked. His body is hard in all the right places, and his cock…
Gosh, it looks so much bigger, like it is huge.
His gaze darkens as it roams over me—hungry, intense, possessive. He moves forward and pushes me gently onto my back, his body pressing over mine. His fingers trail along my skin slowly, teasing, igniting a fire everywhere he touches.
“You’re so damn sexy,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
My pulse hammers and my body is trapped in the sweet, torturous spell of his hands. Anticipation coils deep inside me, hot and unbearable. Then, just as I think I can’t take the tension any longer, his lips follow the same path as his hands. Setting every nerve ablaze.
A shaky breath escapes me, my eyes shutting and my fingers clutching the bedsheet. But the next second, my eyes fly open, and I feel like I’m about to come out of my skin when I feel his head between my legs, licking me in one long swipe.
“Aditya,” I pant as his finger slides inside me.
“God, you are so damn wet,” he murmurs, his voice raspy.
I look down at him, swallowing hard as I meet his hungry gaze.
“So damn hot,” he smiles, as his thumbs spread my folds before he blows a cool breath against my overheated skin, sending a shiver down my spine, heat pooling low in my stomach.
“And you taste so damn amazing,” he groans, leaning forward as he licks me once more, this time slow and deliberate.
His eyes flutter shut, like he’s lost in me.
“Hmmm…” A moan slips from my lips as my head falls back against the pillows. My back arches off the bed, and a sharp gasp escapes my lips. God, this should feel dirty. But it doesn’t. It feels right. Like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be—completely his, completely undone.
But then—he stops.
The sudden loss of his touch jolts me and I open my eyes, confusion mixing with the haze of desire. He’s staring up at me, his eyes dark, intense.
“Are you mine, sweetheart?” he asks. His voice is low, rough, sending a fresh shiver through me.
I bite my lips and reply without a trace of doubt, “Yes.”
And that’s all it takes. His eyes darken, his control snapping like a thread pulled too tight. In the next breath, his mouth is back on me, his tongue flicking over my clit, as he pushes his finger inside me. The sting only makes the pleasure sharper, more intense.
“Please, please don’t stop.” I beg, my voice breaking. My head thrashes against the pillow as my core starts to tighten around his fingers. It’s too much. Yet not enough. Every nerve in my body is alive, every sensation heightened as I surrender completely.
“Fuck,” he growls as I come undone, screaming his name. When my vision clears, I see him on his knees, his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it.
“Do you want me to make you mine?” he asks, his eyes locking onto mine, searching for the last thread of permission, the final yes. Seconds pass, but he doesn’t rush. He waits. Like my yes means everything. Like I mean everything.
Smiling, I nod—completely sure of myself. I want to feel him. I want all of him.
My breath catches as he hovers above me.
“You are mine, Sana. There is no going back from here,” he murmurs, as he gently parts my legs.
“You’re not just giving me yourself—you’re letting me in, completely.
All of you is mine now.” His voice is firm, possessive, filled with something deeper than lust, leaving no room for doubt.
“And I’m never letting you go,” he says, gliding the tip of his cock over my entrance.
My breath falters, as I look down at the thick length of him poised at my entrance, then up into his eyes burning with need. And just like that, the words slip from my mouth. “I… I’ve never…” My voice drops to a whisper. “I’m a virgin.”
A small smile curves on his lips, and I hold my breath, waiting for him to speak. But he just locks eyes with me, his gaze full of awe—like I’ve just handed him the world.
His smile doesn’t fade as he gently brushes his thumb over my trembling lips. “You’re safe with me,” he says softly, his voice low and steady. “I’m not here to take anything from you. I’m here to give you everything. Trust me to take care of you.”
“I trust you,” I whisper.
“You’ve just given me something priceless. I swear, you’ll never have a reason to regret it. I’ll guard what’s mine with everything I am—every breath, every beat of my heart.” He promises before he slides his cock inch-by-inch, stretching me around him and making me whimper.
Closing my eyes, I press my head back into the pillow, my body tensing under the unfamiliar intrusion.
“Relax,” he urges, rolling his hip, stretching me further. The discomfort begins to subside as a new feeling begins to course through me. “That’s my girl. Now, let me see those beautiful eyes.” I slowly open them as he stops moving.
“This part is going to sting a little, but it will only last a second,” he says gently. And before I can speak, he pushes deeper, breaking through the last barrier between us.
A sharp breath catches in my throat as he stills, letting me adjust to his length. He draws back slightly, then thrusts in again. His cock is so thick it feels like it’s hitting every single nerve inside of me.
“God, you feel amazing,” he moans as he continues to thrust, making my toes curl.
Panting heavily, I moan his name. “Aditya.”
“You are so tight.” His eyes close, and his head falls back.
“Please,” I breathe, writhing under him as he pulls his hips back and thrusts hard.
Leaning forward, his chest presses against mine as he captures my mouth in a deep, searing kiss, his tongue claiming me. I love this all of this. The way his body shields mine, possessive, protective, unyielding. I’ve never felt more connected to another person than I do right now, with him.
Pulling his mouth from mine, he trails a path down my neck to my breast. He sucks, licks, and bites, sending me closer to the edge.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, and I hold on tight while he thrusts hard, and my core begins to convulse.
He then releases my breast and leans back slightly, pausing as his eyes lock onto mine.
“I love you, Sana,” he admits, his voice raw. “More than you’ll ever know.”
As I look into his eyes, I want to say those words back—to tell him exactly how much he means to me.
And it’s not just the heat of the moment; it’s every feeling I’ve kept locked away, aching to be set free.
But I can’t—not yet. There’s still so much between us, especially with his parents.
So instead, I smile and simply nod, letting my hand slide up his shoulder, tracing the strong lines of his neck before resting my fingers gently against his jaw—letting my silence speak for me.
He bends down and kisses my forehead before locking eyes with me.
“You don’t have to say anything. I feel it—all of it.
And I know, soon you’ll say everything that matters.
Until then, your silence says more than words ever could.
” He whispers just as he starts thrusting deep inside me.
Every movement sends waves of fire through my body, and my mind shuts down, lost in overwhelming pleasure.
“Come for me,” he murmurs, and I nod in response, just before he claims my mouth again, my hands instinctively curling around his neck.
Feeling cocooned in his warmth, safe and completely his, I whimper and moan against his tongue as he groans into mine. And then, as we come together, everything inside me falls into place. It fills me so deeply, makes me feel whole—like I’ve finally found the place where I truly belong.