Chapter 35

The movie had ended, but neither of them moved.

The soft hum of old R&B played in the background, the dim lighting casting flickering shadows over the room. The air between them was thick, charged with something undeniable.

Aria should've stood up. Should've said goodnight. Should've created distance before this turned into something too dangerous.

But then she turned her head—and found Kabir already looking at her.

Her breath caught.

There was something wrecking about the way he stared at her—like she was something he was about to devour.

And just like that, she kissed him.

At first, it was slow, just a gentle press of lips.

Then Kabir took control.

His hands shot up, cradling her face, tilting her head just right as he deepened the kiss, consuming her.

A low groan rumbled from his chest as he pulled her onto his lap, his hands gripping her hips, pressing her flush against him.

She gasped against his mouth, feeling him hard beneath her, the heat of him burning through their clothes.

Her fingers slid into his hair, tugging—

Kabir groaned, his hands tightening their hold.

"Such a brat," he muttered against her lips, his voice wrecked.

She smirked. "You love it."

And just like that, they weren't making out on the couch anymore. Kabir moved quickly, lifting her with ease, carrying her toward the bedroom like she was weightless.

She barely had time to process before her back hit the bed, and he was over her.

Her breath hitched.

He chuckled darkly, tugging off her sweatshirt before she could process it.

Kabir didn't hesitate. His mouth was everywhere.

Over her throat. Across her collarbone. He unhooked her dainty bra that held up her gorgeous breasts. He took his time with each one of them, licking them, teasing them, giving them small bites. She couldn't handle his touch and hoarsely called out his name "Kabir. Please"

He looked up and smirked giving them both a kiss as he went down further south. 

Aria's head fell back, a moan slipping past her lips as he took his time with her.

And then he was between her thighs. Taking off her leggings, admiring the view before sliding off the panties to look at her treasure. 

His breath warm, teasing, devastating.

"Tell me you want this," he murmured, lips brushing her inner thigh.

Aria's body tightened in anticipation.

"I—" She swallowed. "I want this. I want—you."

His groan was low, wrecked.

And then he was on her.

His mouth was everywhere. His tongue was relentless. He was ruthless, dragging her through wave after wave of pleasure until she couldn't take it anymore.

She shattered beneath him, fingers clutching the sheets, legs trembling.

Kabir's low chuckle vibrated against her skin.

"Wrecked already?" he teased, kissing his way back up. His mouth still glistened with some of her juice. 

Aria could barely form words. She was breathless, undone.

But she wasn't about to let him win so easily.

Before he could react, she flipped them over.

Kabir let out a surprised grunt as he landed on his back, Aria straddling him.

His brows lifted. "Oh?"

She smirked, dragging her hands down his chest, over the ridges of muscle.

"You teased me," she murmured. "Only fair I return the favor."

He exhaled sharply, his hands instinctively settling on her hips.

His shirt was still on. That was a problem.

She reached for the hem, pulling it over his head.

And then she forgot how to breathe.

The muscles of his stomach flexed as she tossed the fabric aside. The faint trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants, the sheer heat of him pressed against her—

She leaned down, her mouth brushing against his throat, kissing, biting, teasing her way lower.

Kabir's breath hitched as she traced her tongue over his chest.

Then lower.

Lower.

Until her hands slid beneath the waistband of his pants.

His entire body went rigid.

"Aria," he rasped.

She smirked, looking up at him—eyes dark, teasing, full of challenge.

Kabir completely broke.

His head fell back against the pillows, a low, guttural groan escaping him as she took him into her mouth.

She worked him slowly at first, torturing him the way he had tortured her—licking, teasing, letting her nails scrape gently over his thighs.

He was breathing hard now, fingers tightening in the sheets.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum" he cursed under his breath, his abs tensing beneath her hands.

She hummed in response, taking him deeper, and his entire body shuddered.

His hand tangled in her hair, not pushing, just holding, completely undone.

Aria had never seen Kabir this wrecked. She looked up as she watched him watch her swallow.

He really couldn't handle this mynx.

It was intoxicating.

She kissed her way back up his body, feeling his chest still heaving beneath her.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Just breathing. Just touching.

And then, without warning, Kabir flipped her onto her back.

His lips crashed onto hers, swallowing her gasp. Deep. Hungry. Needing her all over again.

Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, both of them completely consumed.

They were one second away from losing themselves completely.

And then Kabir stopped.

He pulled back, pressing his forehead against hers, breath unsteady.

"I could survive on just you," he murmured, his voice wrecked, raw.

Aria's stomach flipped violently.

"Just your taste. Just your touch." He pressed another kiss to her throat, then her shoulder, then her lips again—softer this time.

"Just you. Forever."

She shivered.

She wanted to say something—anything.

But she was too overwhelmed, too consumed.

So she didn't.

Instead, she kissed him again, slow, sweet, like she was committing the moment to memory.

They finally collapsed against the sheets, Kabir reached for her sweatshirt, pulling it over her head again.

Aria blinked, still dazed. "What are you doing?"

"Keeping you warm," he muttered, pulling on his boxers.

Then he tugged her against him, spooning her, his bare chest flush against her back.

His hands instinctively covered her breasts, holding her like she belonged to him.

Aria froze, completely caught off guard.

She flushed, burying her face into the pillow. He chuckled, low and knowing. "I like shy you."

He just kissed the top of her head.

"Goodnight, Aria."

His voice was loud, certain, real.

And just as he drifted off, as if he didn't even realize he was saying it—

Soft, low, barely audible—

"Mine."

Aria didn't hear it.

But she felt the way he held her closer.

And for the first time, she let herself melt into him.

And maybe, just maybe—

She didn't want to wake up.