Raj 2.0: The Accidental Alpha
Copyright© 2025 by Pirates Carry
Chapter 15: When Shadows Touched Flame
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 15: When Shadows Touched Flame - long afternoons filled with student chatter. But beneath its academic routine, strange things stirred. Raj, a quiet and reserved student, walked its halls like a ghost. An orphan raised without much attention or affection, he kept to himself. He was shy, never spoke to girls, and lived a life of routine and solitude. No one noticed him. No one cared. Until the experiment. A mysterious trial, hidden away in the depths of the university’s forgotten research wing, changed Raj forever.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Heterosexual Science Fiction Pregnancy Size Teacher/Student Indian Erotica AI Generated
He had spent the night in one of the many guest rooms, and the plush bedding and luxurious surroundings had been a far cry from the twin-sized mattress and creaky springs he was accustomed to.
As he stood there, taking in the grandeur of the mansion, he heard the soft pad of footsteps approaching from behind him. He turned to see Priya descending the staircase, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and her eyes scanning the room as if seeking something. She looked up and spotted him, her face breaking into a warm smile.
“Good morning, Raj,” she said, her voice as smooth as velvet.
“Did you sleep well?”
Raj blinked, trying to suppress the yawn that threatened to escape his lips. “Yes, thank you. The room was very comfortable.”
Priya smiled and walked over to him, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. “I’m glad to hear that. I wanted you to feel at home here, even if it’s just for a little while.”
Raj shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny, his eyes darting around the room. “I appreciate it, Priya. Really, I do. But ... I can’t help but feel like I don’t belong here. Like I’m just a...
A charity case or something,” Raj finished awkwardly, his gaze dropping to the floor.
Priya’s smile softened, and she reached out to take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Hey, look at me,” she said, her voice gentle yet firm. Raj’s eyes flicked up to meet hers, his expression guarded.
“You’re not a charity case, Raj. You’re our friend, and we want you to feel comfortable here. This isn’t some fancy hotel where you have to be on your best behavior. You can relax, be yourself. We just want to help you,” Priya said, her voice sincere and warm.
“You don’t have to feel like you owe us anything. We want to be here for you, no strings attached.”
Raj looked into her eyes, searching for any trace of insincerity, but all he found was genuine concern and kindness. He took a deep breath, trying to convince himself to trust her. I don’t want to impose,” he said softly.
Priya smiled and shook her head. “You’re not imposing, Raj. We genuinely want you to be here. And who knows? Maybe this can be a fresh start for you.
A chance to explore new things, make new memories,” Priya suggested, her thumb brushing against his hand gently.
Raj hesitated, his mind racing with a thousand different thoughts and emotions. He wanted to trust Priya, wanted to believe that she had his best interests at heart. But the weight of his past experiences, the fear of being used and manipulated, hung heavy on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say.
“Priya ... I need to be honest with you. I’m scared. I’m scared that if I let myself get too close to you, to Sara, that I’ll just get hurt again.
I’m scared that I’ll end up being used or manipulated,” Raj admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked down at their entwined hands, his fingers tightening around hers.
Priya’s expression softened, and she lifted his chin with her free hand, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Raj, I promise you, neither Sara nor I want to hurt you. We want to help you, to guide you. We care about you, and we want what’s best for you.” She held his gaze, her voice firm and steady.
Raj’s eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of deception.
He saw only sincerity and warmth, but the fear and mistrust from his past experiences still gnawed at him. “But how can I be sure, Priya? How do I know that you’re not just saying that to manipulate me into doing what you want?” he asked, his voice echoing with the pain of his past.
Priya’s expression hardened slightly, her grip on his hand tightening. “Raj, I understand your fear, I truly do. But you can’t let your past dictate your future. You have to take a chance on people, trust that not everyone is out to hurt you.” She paused, her eyes boring into his.
“You know, Raj, the only way you’ll ever be able to trust again is to take a chance. You’re letting your past control you, and that’s not fair to you or to anyone who cares about you.”
Raj’s eyes filled with a mix of anger and sadness, his voice barely above a whisper. “But how can I trust? How can I take that chance when everyone I’ve ever trusted has hurt me?”
Priya’s expression softened, and she pulled him into a gentle hug. “I know it’s hard, Raj. Trust is something that has to be earned, and it takes time.
You can’t rush it, just like you can’t rush love or healing,” Priya whispered, her hand gently rubbing his back. “You’ll know when you’re ready to trust us, and we’ll be here waiting patiently for that day. But for now, can you at least agree to give us a chance? To take small steps towards building that trust?”
Raj pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Priya’s. He saw the sincerity and compassion in her gaze, and it gave him a glimmer of hope. He took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay, Priya. I’ll try. I’ll take small steps.
I’ll try to open up to you and Sara, but I can’t promise how long it will take,” Raj said, his voice filled with a mix of determination and apprehension.
Priya smiled gently, her fingers softly brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “That’s all we ask, Raj. We’ll be patient. We know that trust takes time, and we’re willing to give you all the time you need.” She paused, her gaze searching his. “Now, how about we grab some breakfast?
I think we could both use some coffee,” Priya suggested, her hand still cupping Raj’s cheek gently.
Raj nodded, his stomach grumbling in agreement. “That sounds good,” he said, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Priya led him into the vast, sun-drenched kitchen, the scent of fresh coffee and baking bread filling the air. The kitchen was a chef’s dream, complete with top-of-the-line appliances, marble countertops, and a sprawling island in the center.
The walls were adorned with colorful artwork, and the large windows overlooked a lush garden, filled with vibrant flowers and towering trees. Raj’s eyes widened as he took in the opulence of the space, his senses overwhelmed by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of clattering pots and pans.
Priya gestured to the island, which was covered in an array of breakfast foods. “Help yourself.
There’s plenty to go around,” Priya said as she poured two cups of coffee.
Raj walked over to the island, his gaze scanning the assortment of food. There were freshly baked croissants, perfectly ripe fruits, an array of cheeses, and a large platter of scrambled eggs. He picked up a croissant, its warm flakiness crumbling in his hands, and took a bite. The buttery goodness melted in his mouth, and he had to suppress the urge to moan in pleasure.
Priya laughed as she handed him a cup of coffee, foam still clinging to the rim.
“I take it you approve?” she asked, a playful smile on her lips.
Raj nodded, still chewing on the croissant, his eyes closed in bliss. “Oh, yes. This is ... heavenly,” he admitted, taking a sip of the coffee. The rich, velvety flavor danced on his tongue, and he felt a warmth spread through him.
Priya watched him, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I’m glad you like it. I like to make sure my guests are well-fed and happy,” she said, her voice sweet and genuine.
Raj opened his eyes and grinned at her, his cheeks still stuffed with croissant. “Well, you’re certainly succeeding in that department,” he mumbled around the food.
Priya chuckled and took a seat on one of the barstools at the island, her long legs crossing at the ankle. She took a sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving Raj. “So, how are you feeling today? Anything new and exciting to report?” she asked, her tone light and casual.
Raj swallowed his food and took a moment to think. “Well, I’ve had a lot to process. But I think...
I’m starting to feel a little more comfortable here. With you and Sara, I mean,” Raj said, his voice soft yet tentative. He picked up a piece of fruit, his eyes scanning the island for something to distract him from the weight of his confession.
Priya’s expression softened, and she reached out to take his hand in hers. “That’s good to hear, Raj. We want you to feel comfortable here, like this is your home away from home.”
Raj nodded, his gaze flicking up to meet Priya’s. “It feels different here. Safer. Like...
Like I can breathe,” Raj finished softly, his eyes searching Priya’s for any sign of deception.
Priya smiled gently, her thumb brushing against the back of his hand. “That’s all we want for you, Raj. To feel safe, to feel like you can breathe. To be yourself without any judgment or fear.”
Raj nodded, his grip tightening slightly on her hand. “I just ... I don’t want to let you down, Priya. I don’t want to disappoint you. I’m not ... I’m not like you and Sara. I’m not experienced, I’m not confident.
I’m just a shy, inexperienced orphan,” Raj confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Priya’s smile never wavered, her grip on his hand gentle yet firm. We don’t want you to be anyone but yourself. We want you, just as you are. Your past, your insecurities, your fears - they make you who you are. And we like who you are. A lot.”
Raj looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of disbelief and longing. “But ... but I don’t know how to be anyone else.
I don’t know how to be confident, how to be experienced. I don’t know how to be like you and Sara,” Raj confessed, his voice thick with vulnerability.
Priya’s heart went out to him, her gaze softening as she watched him struggle with his insecurities. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and smiled warmly. “Raj, you don’t have to be like us. In fact, we don’t want you to be like us. We want you to be yourself, unapologetically. You don’t have to hide your insecurities or your fears.
You don’t have to be anyone but yourself. And we’ll be here to support you every step of the way. Who knows, maybe in time, you’ll discover parts of yourself you never knew existed. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll find the confidence and experience you’ve been searching for,” Priya said, her voice gentle yet firm.
Raj looked at her, his eyes wide with a mix of hope and disbelief. “But how? How do I even start?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Priya smiled, her thumb still brushing against the back of his hand.
“One step at a time, Raj. That’s how you start. You don’t have to revolutionize your life overnight. You just need to take small steps, one day at a time.” “First, let’s start with the basics. What are some of your fears and insecurities? What makes you feel vulnerable and uncomfortable?”
Raj hesitated, his eyes flicking away from hers as he considered her question. After a moment, he took a deep breath and met her gaze again. “I’m afraid of being hurt, both physically and emotionally. I’m afraid of being used, of being taken advantage of.
I’m afraid that I’m not good enough, not smart enough, and not attractive enough. I’m afraid that I’ll never fit in, that I’ll always be on the outside looking in.” Raj’s voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and vulnerability.
Priya’s heart ached for him, and she reached out to take both of his hands in hers. “Raj, those are valid fears, and they’re completely normal. Everyone has them, even me and Sara.
The important thing is to acknowledge them and start working on overcoming them, together.”
Raj’s eyes searched hers, looking for any hint of insincerity, but he found only warmth and understanding. “But how do I do that? How do I overcome my fears and insecurities?” he asked, his voice filled with a mix of hope and desperation.
Priya smiled gently and squeezed his hands. “By taking small steps, Raj. By pushing yourself just a little bit out of your comfort zone each day. And by allowing yourself to make mistakes and learn from them. You don’t have to face your fears all at once.
We can start with something small, something manageable,” Priya suggested, her voice soft and soothing. “How about we make a list of your fears and insecurities, and then we can start tackling them one by one?”
Raj nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Okay, that sounds like a good idea.”
Priya grabbed a notepad and a pen from a drawer in the kitchen island and handed them to Raj. “Write down anything that scares you, anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or insecure. Don’t hold back, and don’t judge yourself.
This is just for you and me,” Priya encouraged, her voice reassuring and gentle.
Raj took the notepad and pen, his brow furrowing in concentration as he began to write. He scribbled down a dozen or so fears and insecurities, his handwriting tight and rushed. When he finished, he handed the notepad back to Priya, his eyes downcast.
Priya scanned the list, her heart aching at the raw vulnerability displayed on the page.
She looked up at Raj, her eyes filled with compassion and understanding.
“Thank you for sharing this with me, Raj. This is a big step, and I’m proud of you for taking it,” she said, her voice gentle yet firm.
Raj looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of apprehension and hope. “What now?”
Priya smiled gently and took his hand in hers. “Now, we start tackling these fears one by one. We’ll take small steps, and we’ll go at your pace.
Remember, there’s no rush. You don’t have to conquer all your fears today or even this week. This is a journey, and we’re in it together,” Priya explained, her thumb gently rubbing the back of his hand.
Raj nodded, taking a deep breath as if to steel himself for what was to come. “Okay, what’s the first step then?”
Priya looked at the list again, her eyes scanning the items before she pointed to one. “Let’s start with this one: ‘Fear of being rejected or judged.’”
Raj’s eyes widened slightly, and he swallowed hard.
“You mean ... you want me to ... to put myself out there? To be vulnerable and risk being rejected or judged?” His voice was barely above a whisper, and his body language betrayed his discomfort.
Priya nodded, her expression warm and encouraging. “Yes, exactly. But we’ll start small, I promise. Nothing too overwhelming. How about we start with something simple, something you’re comfortable with?”
Priya suggested, her voice soft and reassuring. “Something like this,” she whispered, leaning in and gently pressing her lips against Raj’s.
Raj froze for a moment, his eyes wide with shock. Then, he melted into the kiss, his body relaxing against hers. When Priya pulled away, he opened his eyes, his breath coming in soft gasps.
He hadn’t even realized he’d closed them in the first place. His heart was pounding, and his body felt alive in a way it never had before. He had kissed her back, his hands instinctively reaching up to cup her face, his lips moving against hers, exploring, and learning. It had been like nothing he’d ever experienced, and he felt both exhilarated and terrified.
Priya’s eyes were soft, her lips swollen from the kiss. She smiled at him, her thumb brushing against his cheek. “See, Raj? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she whispered.
Raj swallowed hard, his mind racing. He had kissed her back without even thinking about it. He had been completely out of control, lost in the moment. It was both thrilling and frightening. “I...
I don’t know what to say,” Raj admitted, his voice barely a whisper. He felt a blush creeping up his neck, his eyes flicking away from Priya’s gaze.
Priya chuckled softly, her fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “You don’t have to say anything, Raj. Sometimes, actions speak louder than words.” She leaned in, her breath warm on his ear. “How did that kiss make you feel?” she asked, her voice low and gentle.
Raj hesitantly licked his lips, tasting the lingering sweetness of Priya’s lip gloss.
The heat of their kiss still clung to his skin, and his heart pounded in his chest like a drum. “It ... it felt good,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But also scary. I ... I didn’t know I would react like that.”
Priya’s smile softened, her eyes filled with understanding. “That’s okay, Raj. It’s normal to feel a mix of emotions when trying something new. The important thing is that you were honest with yourself.
And that’s a big step, Raj,” Priya reassured him, her fingers softly brushing against his cheek. She could see the conflict raging within him, the battle between his insecurities and his desire to explore this new sensation. I think I need some time to process this,” Raj admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Of course, Raj. Take all the time you need,” Priya responded, her voice gentle yet firm. “There’s no rush. This is your journey, and we’ll go at your pace.”
Raj nodded, his eyes searching Priya’s for any sign of impatience or judgment.
But all he found was warmth and understanding. “Do you mind if I take a little break? I just need some fresh air.”
Priya smiled reassuringly and nodded. Take all the time you need. I’ll be right here when you’re ready.”
Raj stood up from the barstool, his legs a little unsteady from the unexpected rush of emotions. He made his way to the French doors leading out to the garden, the cool breeze brushing against his face as he stepped outside. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and he took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind.
An hour had passed, and Raj came inside the kitchen, where Priya was preparing lunch. She stood by the counter, her long dark hair cascading down her back as she skillfully sliced vegetables. When she sensed his presence, she turned to face him, her hair swaying gently around her shoulders.
Raj saw that Priya had let her hair down, the usually neat bun replaced by loose, wavy locks that framed her face and highlighted her high cheekbones. His eyes lingered on the soft waves, the sunlight casting a warm glow on the dark strands. He had never seen her with her hair down before, and it was striking. A sudden image of running his fingers through those silky tresses flashed through his mind, catching him off guard.
Priya noticed Raj’s gaze and smiled, her fingers pausing on the knife.
“Like what you see?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Raj felt a rush of heat to his face, his heart pounding in his chest. Before he could stop himself, he found himself moving closer to her, his hand reaching out to touch her hair. His fingers brushed against the soft waves, and he heard Priya’s sharp intake of breath. He looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and fear. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have...” he started to say, but Priya’s hand covered his, stilling his words. She leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his. “Its okay, Raj. I like it when you touch me,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. Raj’s heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a wave of courage wash over him.
He took a deep breath, his hand still tangled in Priya’s hair, and leaned in closer to her. His other hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her soft skin. Priya’s eyes widened slightly, her breath hitching in her throat as she saw the desire and determination in his gaze. She parted her lips, her body tensing in anticipation of his touch. Raj’s lips brushed against hers, soft and tentative at first, exploring the contours of her mouth. Then, with a sudden surge of confidence, he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she opened for him. Priya moaned softly, her body melting against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair.
Raj’s heart was pounding in his chest as he explored her mouth, his hands roaming over her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips. He had never felt so alive, so full of desire and confidence.
Finally, he pulled away, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Priya’s eyes were glassy and her lips swollen from their kiss, a soft smile playing on her face. She reached up to touch his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin. “That was ... amazing,” she whispered.
Raj felt a rush of pride and excitement. He had kissed her, really kissed her, and it had felt incredible.
The affirmation in her eyes and the softness of her touch sent a surge of confidence coursing through him. He felt his body press against hers, aching with desire.
Priya’s smile deepened, her fingers trailing down his chest, leaving a path of heat. “You’re not so shy after all, are you?” she teased, her voice a low purr.
Raj felt a blush creep up his cheeks, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he held her gaze and answered, “Not when I’m with you.”
Priya’s smile turned tender, her eyes filled with something more than just desire.
It was as if she saw something in him that he didn’t see in himself.
“That’s the Raj I’ve been waiting for,” she said softly, her thumb brushing gently across his cheekbone. “The Raj who takes what he wants, who goes after what he desires.”
Raj felt a lump form in his throat. No one had ever seen him like that before, had ever encouraged him to be that way. He leaned into her touch, a sense of warmth and acceptance filling him.
Priya’s fingers trailed down to his chest, her touch light yet firm, as if she was exploring every inch of him.
Raj’s breath hitched as her hand reached lower, her fingers brushing against the growing bulge in his pants. He gasped, his eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. Priya’s eyes met his, a sultry smile playing on her lips.
“Did that feel good?” she asked, her voice a low purr.
Raj nodded, his words catching in his throat. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice ragged with desire.
Priya’s smile widened, and she continued to explore him, her fingers gently caressing the length of him through his pants. Raj’s breath came in short gasps, his body tensing under her touch.
The feeling of Priya’s fingers through the fabric of his pants sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, unlike anything he had ever experienced. He watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and disbelief, as she slowly unbuttoned his pants, her gaze never leaving his.
“Priya ... what are you doing?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper, his heart pounding in his chest.
Priya’s smile was slow and sensual, her eyes gleaming with lust. “I’m exploring you, Raj. All of you,” she said, her voice low and husky.
Raj felt a surge of desperation and need, a hunger that he had never known before. He reached out, taking her hand in his, and together they walked through the sprawling living room, down the long hallway, and into her bedroom. Raj’s heart pounded in his chest like a wild drum as he shut the door behind them and clicked the lock into place, sealing them off from the rest of the world. The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the setting sun filtering through the curtains, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. The bed was large and inviting, draped in luxurious fabrics and plush pillows, beckoning them like a siren’s call. Priya turned to face Raj, her eyes dark and filled with desire. His breath hitched as he saw the raw hunger reflected in her gaze, a primal need that matched his own.
Priya took a step closer, her hands rising to the top buttons of his shirt. Her fingers deftly unfastened each one, revealing more of his chest with every flick of her wrist. Raj’s heart pounded in his chest like a wild drum, echoing the intensity of the moment. The cool air of the room caressed his newly exposed skin, causing goose bumps to rise and his nipples to harden. Priya’s hands paused, her eyes roaming over his chest, tracing the lines and contours of his muscles. She reached out, her fingertips gently tracing the outline of a scar just above his left nipple. Raj tensed under her touch, the faint ache of the old wound a reminder of a past he’d rather forget. “What happened here?” Priya asked softly, her voice laced with concern.
The question broke Raj from his reverie, and he responded, “It’s nothing. Or it was, a long time ago.”
Priya’s fingers continued their exploration, her touch feather-light as she traced the puckered flesh. Raj’s breath hitched, the sensation both foreign and intimate.
He couldn’t control himself any longer, his hands reaching out to unbutton Priya’s silk kurta, the golden embroidery shimmering under the soft light. He saw her chest rise and fall, her body tensing with anticipation, as he slowly revealed more of her skin. He couldn’t help but appreciate the soft curve of her breasts, visible now beneath her unbuttoned blouse. Raj’s fingers trembled slightly as he reached for the waistband of her leggings, his mouth going dry with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Priya’s breath caught as she felt him start to slide her pants down, the cool air of the room brushing against her heated skin. She looked into his eyes, her own filled with a mix of desire and apprehension. “Raj, are you sure about this?” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Raj looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of uncertainty or hesitation, but all he found was raw, unbridled desire. He nodded, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Priya let out a soft sigh, her fingers tangling in Raj’s hair as she pulled him closer. Their lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss, the heat between them igniting like a wildfire. Raj’s hands explored Priya’s body, tracing the curves he had only dreamed of until now. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching against his touch, urging him on.
Raj could feel the heat between them, the desire burning like an inferno. But as he began to unclasp her bra, Priya pulled away, her breath coming in short gasps. “Wait,” she whispered, her hand gently covering his. Raj’s eyes met hers, his body tense with anticipation. “Don’t rush like you did with Sara at the library the other night,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. Raj’s heart skipped a beat, the reminder of his past indiscretion sending a wave of guilt crashing over him. He had been so caught up in the moment, so driven by his desire that he had barely given Sara a chance to respond, let alone enjoy herself. He looked into Priya’s eyes, seeing the same passion and desire that he felt, but also something more. Patience. Understanding.
Raj’s fingers stilled, his breath hitching as he looked into Priya’s eyes, seeing the trust and patience reflected there. He slowly withdrew his hand from her bra, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He wanted to do this right, to make sure Priya was as lost in their connection as he was. His hands trembled slightly as he began to unhook her bra, the metal clasp cold against his fingertips.
But the memory of Sara’s wide eyes, the fear and confusion etched on her face as he rushed her at the library, sent a jolt of sobering reality through him. He hesitated, his fingers stilling as he looked into Priya’s eyes. “I ... I don’t want to rush,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to do this right, for both of us.”
Priya’s eyes softened, a tender smile playing on her lips. She reached up, her fingers gently cupping his cheek. “I know you do, Raj. And I appreciate that more than you know.” She leaned into him, her body pressing against his, her lips brushing softly against his. “Let’s take this slow, okay? There’s no rush. We have all night.”
Raj nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he leaned into her touch.
He wanted to take his time, to explore every inch of her body, to make sure she felt as desired and wanted as he did. He trailed a series of soft, gentle kisses along the line of her jaw, her skin soft and smooth beneath his lips. Priya’s breath hitched, her body trembling slightly as she felt the warmth of his breath on her skin. Raj’s lips moved lower, trailing kisses down the side of her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness of her skin. Priya moaned softly, her head falling back to give him better access, her body melting against his.
The feel of Raj’s lips on her neck sent waves of pleasure coursing through Priya’s body, her skin tingling with every brush of his tongue. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles, as he pressed against her.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.