The hotel room exuded an air of decadent intimacy—soft lighting casting shadows over the plush, king-sized bed, the scent of expensive cologne mingling with the faint perfume of Rani’s skin. A bottle of wine rested in an ice bucket on the table, two glasses filled and waiting. Dave’s presence was dominant yet inviting, his confidence an unspoken promise of pleasure yet to unfold.
“Make yourselves comfortable,” he said, his voice rich and velvety as he picked up the glasses. He handed one to Rani, the other to Amit. “Let’s keep the mood going.”
Rani took a slow sip, the wine’s warmth barely matching the heat rising within her. She glanced at Amit, who sat stiffly on the sofa, his fingers wrapped tightly around his glass. His eyes held a mix of curiosity, unease, and something else—a flicker of longing for a part of Rani he had not touched in years.
Dave set his own glass down and turned his full attention to Rani, his gaze smoldering. “You’re stunning,” he murmured, the sheer hunger in his voice making her shiver. “Amit, you’re a lucky man. Rani’s body… it was made to be adored.”
Rani’s pulse raced. She felt Amit’s gaze burning into her, but his silence was an unspoken approval, a permission wrapped in torment. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to feel desired. Worshipped. Claimed.
Dave stepped closer, his hands sliding up her arms to cup her face, his lips descending on hers in a kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. His mouth was firm, confident, demanding, and she melted against him, her fingers gripping the hard muscles of his shoulders.
When they pulled apart, his voice was low, commanding. “Take off your dress, but keep the heels on.”
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached behind to unzip, her heart hammering. She glanced at Amit again, searching for something—hesitation, resistance—but all she found was the tortured acceptance in his eyes. Slowly, the dress slid down her body, pooling at her feet, leaving her bare except for the sleek black heels that elongated her legs.
Dave stepped back, drinking her in with an appreciative smile. “Absolutely breathtaking.”
Amit exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around his forgotten wine glass. Rani felt a pang in her chest at the sight of his restraint, the quiet agony of knowing she had not given herself to him like this in years. But with Dave, she was unshackled, free to be a woman ablaze with need.
Dave’s voice, smooth and assured, cut through the silence. “Kneel.”
Her breath hitched, her body already responding before she could think. Slowly, she sank onto her knees, her gaze locked onto Dave as he undid his belt with deliberate slowness. The metallic clink of the buckle sent a thrill down her spine, and when he finally revealed himself, her lips parted in a silent gasp.
He was enormous, thick, and utterly magnificent. A wave of heat washed over her, pooling low in her belly as she drank in the sight of his arousal. Her hands instinctively clenched at her sides, the sheer anticipation making her thighs press together. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips as her body hummed with hunger.
Dave chuckled softly, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “This is what you’ve been craving, isn’t it?”
Rani nodded, unable to tear her gaze away. She had fantasized about this moment, but reality was intoxicating, overwhelming. She reached out hesitantly, then boldly wrapped her fingers around him, marveling at the heat and weight of him in her palm.
Amit made a sound in the back of his throat, and she flicked a glance at him. His eyes were dark, filled with an unbearable longing. He had not felt her lips on him in so long, had not been the object of this reverence. And yet, he watched, unable to look away, caught between arousal and anguish.
Rani turned back to Dave, desire surging through her. She was a woman on fire, desperate, unashamed. Her lips pressed against his hardness, kissing, worshipping, her tongue tracing him with reverence. She took him deeper, her mouth eager, hungry, as if she had been starving for this moment. Dave let out a deep groan, threading his fingers through her hair, guiding her movements, controlling her rhythm as he watched Amit.
Amit’s breath was ragged, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. He had never seen her like this—so uninhibited, so utterly consumed by desire. The realization clawed at him, an undeniable truth settling in his chest: he had never been man enough to awaken this side of her. Dave was everything Rani craved, everything she needed to be fulfilled.
Dave smirked as he locked eyes with Amit, a silent message passing between them before he pulled Rani to her feet. “Come,” he murmured, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. His strength was undeniable, his hands easily double the size of Amit’s, gripping her body with an authority that sent a shudder through her. His touch alone was enough to make her thighs tremble, a rush of warmth pooling between them. She gasped, her head falling back as he carried her as if she weighed nothing.
Her skin was on fire, every nerve singing under his firm grasp. His hands roamed her body possessively, fingers pressing into the softness of her curves, making her arch against him. Just the feeling of his palms trailing down her back sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. She was already drenched, her arousal slick against her thighs, and he hadn’t even begun.
Amit’s breathing was unsteady, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He had never seen Rani like this—so utterly lost in pleasure, her body surrendering without hesitation. The way she writhed under Dave’s hands, the way she gasped and moaned just from his touch, was something Amit had never been able to inspire in her. A bitter, undeniable truth settled in his gut—this was the kind of man Rani truly needed. A real man, one who knew how to command her body and mind, how to unleash the raw, untamed passion hidden within her.
Dave lowered her onto the bed, his weight pressing over her, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. Rani’s body responded instantly, arching into him, desperate for more. She was already teetering on the edge, her breath coming in ragged pants, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Amit swallowed hard, torn between the unbearable arousal coursing through him and the devastating realization that he had never, and would never, satisfy Rani the way Dave could.
Dave’s voice was a deep whisper against her ear, sending shivers racing down her spine. “And now, we begin.” |
