ShivIka/NaRbhi AT #40 : Japan Ki Rakhi

Originally posted by: kamalapushpa

This is todays random snippet

Come back to me Anika" She can't believe that Shivaay will create such a scene at her workplace.

"Mister Shivaay Singh Oberoi just because you have money, that doesn't make you god. It's my life and I will decide what I will do or what not. So stop harassing me."

She walked away and went straight to the lift and pressed the button. Shivaay smiled seeing her so irritated by him.

'Lets see if I have the same effect as I had before she left me?'

As this thought come in his mind the lift doors opened and Anika went in but before the doors closed Shivaay entered too.

Not caring about anything he pushed her against the wall and pressed his heated lips on her.

while he was busy claiming her lips and devouring them, he knew that he didnt want this moment to end so soon. One of his hand released her waist, and went to push the stop button of the lift, completely stopping her from running away and a stranger from getting inside.

before she even left this lift, he'd get it from her that she belongs to him and only him. he continued ravishing her, but in a more gentle way so as draw a response from her. he could feel her body shivering from the proximity of his, and feel the heat of her body. he leaned more on her, making her feel each inch of his body, and when she gasped at the shock of this, he thrust his tongue into her mouth.

Anika knew she had to resist, despite anything. so she gathered all the courage she had and managed to free her lips from him. she glared at him .

'Stop it!' she groaned, her will to resist melting away like mist in the sun as her forbidden fantasies came to life from his hands which were lightly caressing her neck and back.

His triumphant laugh acknowledged the feebleness of her protest. 'Make me!' and crushed her mouth beneath his again.

All Anika wanted to do was push him away but the moment she caught his shirt collar, she was taken in by the warmth emanating from his chest and she could touch his springy chest hair. She slowly wound her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. Their tongues were dancing on their own accord. They separated for breath and he lowered his lips to her neck again to bite her. She moaned out of her own accord and that was the encouragement he needed.

He pulled the top down revealing her right shoulder. He nuzzled up and down, bit her earlobe and whispered, Say you are mine. Mine forever.

Originally posted by: llQueenMinionll

40!!! wow
congrats guys! india folks will be surprised hehehe


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