When his lips finally broke away from hers, the sudden rush of cool air made Ulfat gasp. Her exposed cleavage heaved, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as she stared up at him, completely dazed, her nipples were hard and visible from the white fabric, The playful confidence she had sported just moments ago was entirely gone, replaced by a flushed, wide eyed breathlessness. Her lips were dark, swollen, and slick from his intensity.

Zaviyar looked down at her, a slow, dangerous smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He enjoyed seeing her like this completely unraveled by him.

Before she could even catch her breath, his large hands slid under her waist and thighs. With a fluid, effortless surge of strength, he swept her off the cushions. Ulfat let out a soft cry of surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck as the world tilted.

Zaviyar sat back down heavily on the sofa, but he didn't put her down beside him. Instead, he hoisted her up, pulling her right over his lap so she was straddling him. The thin lace of her underwear was the only barrier between her bare skin and the sharp, expensive fabric of his trousers. And she was super wet, making a mess on his trousers.

He looked at her flushed face, the way her hair fell in chaotic waves around her shoulders, and let out a low, rumbling chuckle.

"Tum to ek kiss me hi thak gaie ho, meri jaan," he murmured, his voice a deep, gravelly purr that vibrated right against her chest.

He raised a hand, his long fingers gently stroking her heated cheek, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His touch was almost tender, a stark contrast to the absolute dominance radiating from his posture.

Ulfat’s eyes darkened at his teasing tone. Wanting to reclaim some of her power, she shifted her weight. She hooked her knees tighter around his hips and deliberately rolled forward, grinding her softness against the hard ridge hidden beneath his trousers.

The reaction was instantaneous.

Zaviyar’s hand went rigid against her face. A low, gravelly groan tore from the back of his throat, his eyes flashing with a sudden, predatory heat.

The air in the room was thick, heavy with the sudden, frantic shift in momentum. Zaviyar’s mouth was bruising against hers, his lips moving with a raw, demanding hunger that left Ulfat completely breathless. The slow tension that had been building between them shattered, replaced by a desperate need to get closer, to shed every single barrier remaining.

As his hand slid down the curve of her waist, gripping her hip to anchor her against him, he began to grind his hips rhythmically against hers. The friction through their layers of clothing was a delicious torture. Ulfat let out a soft, broken whimper into his mouth, arching her back automatically to meet his pace.

His hand traveled upward, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, his palm rough and searingly hot against her bare skin. When his fingers finally cupped her boob, squeezing firmly, a sharp, ragged moan escaped her lips. He brushed his thumb hard over her sensitive, peaking nipple, sending a jolt straight down to her core.

She couldn't take it anymore. The heat pooling between her thighs was agonizing, a tight, aching knot that needed to be undone right now. Frantic, she gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging deep into his muscle as she pulled her mouth back just enough to gasp for air.

"Zaviyar... please," she whispered, her voice trembling, completely wrecked with desire. "Ab... ab aur sabar nahi hota mujh se. Please, just give it to me. Mujhe abhi apne andar chahiye..."

Zaviyar paused for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes locking onto hers, completely dilated with dark satisfaction. A low, wicked chuckle vibrated in his chest. He actually laughed a deep, confident sound that sent a different kind of shiver down her spine. He loved seeing her like this, completely undone and begging for him.

"Itni jaldi?" he murmured, his voice a deep, gravelly purr.

Before she could even answer, his demeanor shifted into something far more predatory. He grabbed her shirt with both hands, his movements losing all pretense of gentleness. With a rough, sudden yank, he stripped the fabric over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her shivering under his intense gaze.

He didn't give her time to recover. His hands came back to her body, gripping her skin firmly, almost bruisingly, as he pinned her down beneath his weight. He handled her roughly, shifting her positions with a dominant, unyielding strength that made Ulfat’s heart race frantically. The blunt pressure of his grip and the demanding, heavy weight of his body pressing into hers didn't hurt it drove her absolutely wild. It was exactly what she wanted, a primal, intoxicating rush that made every nerve ending in her body scream for more.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, biting lightly at the sensitive skin right above her collarbone while his hands moved down to tackle the rest of her clothes. Ulfat threw her head back, her fingers tangling in his hair as another loud, uninhibited moan tore from her throat, completely helpless to the rough, intoxicating rhythm he was setting.