Chapter 35:Priya Wish Got Fulfilled
Priya’s heart raced as Roland’s hand lingered on her cheek, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. The air between them felt charged, electric, and she could barely breathe as his eyes locked onto hers. She had always known there was something between them, something unspoken but undeniable. And now, here he was, standing so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
"I’ve wanted to do that for so long," Roland confessed softly, his voice filled with sincerity. His thumb brushed against her cheekbone, the gesture tender yet possessive.
Priya’s lips parted, her breath catching in her throat. "I... I didn’t expect..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but one thing was clear—she wanted this just as much as he did.
Roland smiled gently, his gaze never leaving hers. "I know," he murmured. "But let’s put an end to this game."
And then he took the final step, closing the distance between them. His lips met hers in a kiss that started soft, almost tentative, as if he was savoring the moment. But it didn’t stay that way for long.
The kiss deepened, their mouths moving together with a hunger that had been building for far too long. Priya’s hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the way his body seemed to thrum with desire.
Roland’s hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. His tongue teased at her lips, and she opened for him willingly, a soft moan escaping her as their tongues tangled.
The taste of him was intoxicating, and she couldn’t get enough. Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt, holding on as if she might float away if she let go.
His hands moved lower, cupping her ass and lifting her slightly off the ground. Priya gasped into the kiss, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Roland groaned, the sound vibrating against her lips as he carried her to the nearest surface—a sturdy table that creaked slightly under their combined weight. He set her down gently, his hands immediately moving to the hem of her shirt.
"Can I?" he asked, his voice rough with need.
Priya nodded, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation.