Priyank’s gaze burned into hers, wild and desperate, as his fingers found the delicate string of her wedding dress. With a slow, deliberate pull, the fabric loosened, slipping from her shoulder.
He pressed his lips to her bare skin, his breath hot against her.
Priya gasped, her head tilting back. “Agh…” Her voice broke into a breathy moan as a shiver ran down her spine.
His hands traced down her arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, voice thick with longing.
Priya’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. “Then show me,” she whispered.
His lips traveled lower, trailing soft kisses along her collarbone. The loosened fabric of her dress slid further down, pooling at her waist, exposing the warmth of her skin to the cool night air.
Priya’s breath hitched as his hands traced slow, teasing circles along her sides. Every touch sent sparks racing through her veins.
“Priyank…” she whispered, gripping his shirt and tugging him closer.
He let out a low chuckle, his fingers sliding beneath the lace of her dress. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured, his voice husky.
Priya arched into him, her pulse hammering. “Then don’t hold back.”
With a wicked smirk, he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bed. The night was theirs-wild, electric, and intoxicating.
Priyank laid her down gently, his body pressing against hers as his hands roamed over the delicate fabric of her wedding dress. His fingers traced the lace, slow and teasing, before slipping beneath it, peeling it away inch by inch.
Priya shivered as the cool air kissed her exposed skin, her breath coming in soft gasps. Her eyes met his-dark, intense, filled with hunger. She reached for him, tugging at his shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion.
His skin was warm beneath her touch, his muscles tensing as her hands explored him. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss before trailing lower, his mouth exploring every inch of her, igniting a fire beneath her skin.
Her fingers tangled in his hair as he worshipped her, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She writhed beneath him, her body arching into his touch, her breaths coming in ragged moans.
When he finally met her gaze again, his expression was filled with both tenderness and raw desire. He hovered over her, his lips brushing against her ear.
“Are you ready?” he murmured.
Priya’s fingers dug into his back, pulling him closer. “Always.”
Priyank gently parted her legs, his lips trailing soft, lingering kisses along the inside of her thighs. Each touch sent a shiver through Priya, anticipation curling in her belly.
As he moved closer, his breath ghosted over her, teasing, before his lips found her most sensitive spot. He pressed a slow, deliberate kiss there, savoring the way her body responded to him.
Priya arched her back, a deep moan slipping past her lips. “Mmhmm…”
Hearing her, feeling the way she trembled beneath him, only fueled his desire. He held her firmly, his grip possessive yet tender, before deepening his exploration, his tongue moving with purpose, drawing out every gasp, every plea from her lips.
She clutched the sheets, her fingers twisting in them as waves of pleasure washed over her. “Priyank…” she breathed, her voice breaking with need.
He looked up at her, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Let me cum,” Priya pleaded, her voice trembling as he pulled away, leaving her aching for release.
Priyank smirked, his fingers tracing slow, teasing circles over her heated skin. “You’re so wet, Angel,” he murmured, pressing himself against her entrance but not giving her what she desperately craved. “How can I let you finish before you take all of me?”
She whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Please-”
“Relax for me, Angel,” he coaxed, his voice gentle yet firm. He pushed in slowly, her body yielding to him inch by inch. Priya gasped, her walls stretching around him, her breath hitching as a sharp sensation coursed through her. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks.
Priyank caught them with his lips, whispering against her skin. “You’re doing so good, baby. Just breathe for me.”
She sucked in a deep breath, and as soon as she exhaled, he sank all the way in, filling her completely.
“Ughhh…” Priya cried out, her fingers clenching around his arms. “It’s burning…”
His grip tightened around her waist, his lips pressing soft kisses over her damp cheeks, her forehead, her lips. “I’m not moving until you want me to,” he promised, his voice laced with restraint.
He kissed her hair, then trailed his lips over her face, each touch meant to soothe, to reassure. “I’ve got you, Angel,” he whispered. “Just feel me.”
Priya took a shaky breath, her body adjusting to the stretch, the burn slowly melting into something deeper, something intense. Priyank stayed still, his warmth grounding her, his lips brushing against her temple, her cheek, her jaw-soft, patient, worshipping.
“Look at me, Angel,” he murmured.
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze, dark with desire but filled with something gentler-something safe. He cupped her face, his thumb tracing slow circles against her skin.
“Tell me when,” he whispered.
Priya swallowed hard, feeling the way he filled her completely, the way her body slowly relaxed around him. She gave a small nod. “Now…”
Priyank exhaled, his grip on her tightening as he pulled back just enough before pushing in again, slow and deep. A shuddering gasp left her lips.
“Perfect,” he praised, his voice thick. He moved again, his rhythm steady, controlled, letting her feel every inch of him.
Priya’s breath quickened, her body responding to his, the pleasure building with each thrust. The burn had faded, replaced by something overwhelming, something that made her toes curl and her fingers clutch at his back.
“Priyank…” she moaned, her body arching to meet him, her hips moving in sync with his.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his body tensing as they both cum together, waves of pleasure crashing over them.
Priyank held her close, his breath still ragged as he pulled out gently, knowing his angel had taken all she could. He gathered her in his arms, wrapping her in his warmth, their bodies still tangled in the aftermath.
“I’m so in love with you, wifey,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
Priya, exhausted but content, nuzzled into his chest, her voice barely above a whisper. “I love you too, hubby.”