The quiet hum of the refrigerator and the soft drizzle outside were the only sounds in the kitchen. Rajveer stood at the counter, slicing apples with lazy precision, while Siya sat on a stool, her fingers wrapped around a warm mug of water he had insisted she drink.

“You sure this isn’t a kidnapping?” she teased, voice soft but tinged with sarcasm. “You open the door, drag me in, and now feed me fruit like some Disney villain trying to win me over.”

Rajveer chuckled without looking at her. “If I were kidnapping you, you’d already be tied to that chair with duct tape and blindfolds.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Comforting.”

He turned, holding out a slice of apple. “Here. Sweet enough for you?”

She leaned forward and took the bite, her lips brushing his fingers accidentally. Her eyes flickered up to his.

He didn’t move. Just smirked.

“I think you’re trying to seduce me with fruit,” she said, licking a bit of juice off her lips.

He leaned down slightly. “I have… better things for that. Fruit’s just foreplay.”

Her breath caught.

And then he pulled back, casually picking up another slice like he hadn’t just set her nerves on fire.

“I’m hungry,” he added. “What do you want? I can make Maggi. Or toast. I mean, it’s not a five-star meal but—”

“Toast’s fine.”

He nodded and moved to the bread rack. “Butter or chocolate spread?”

“Chocolate. Obviously.”

He smirked again, spreading it slowly with a knife.

“You know, this is weird,” she said, watching him. “Most men don’t do this. They just… get to the point.”

“And what’s ‘the point’ exactly?” he asked, not looking at her.

“You know.” She gave a small shrug. “Use me. Leave me.”

Rajveer stopped mid-spread. He set the knife down and looked at her—really looked.

“You’re not furniture, Siya. Not an object. You’re a woman.”

She didn’t respond. Instead, she looked away and softly laughed. “You’re weirdly gentle for a guy who looks like he kills people for breakfast.”

Rajveer smirked. “I only kill after coffee.”

She snorted, covering her mouth. “Oh my god.”

“I like your laugh,” he said quietly.

That shut her up. Not out of discomfort—just surprise. No one had said something like that to her before.

He turned back, picked up a biscuit, and dipped it in chocolate syrup before handing it to her. “Here. Since you don’t trust my apples.”

She took it, biting into it slowly. As she licked the melted chocolate from her fingers, Rajveer watched her, a slow heat rising in his chest.

“This is not the thing you should lick, babygirl,” he said with a dangerous smirk. “There’s something else waiting for you.”

Her breath hitched.

He stepped forward, gently taking her hand and placing it over his crotch. It was already hard.

She gasped. “Rajveer…”

“I think you liked it,” he whispered.

She couldn’t deny it. Her cheeks flushed.

Just as the tension built unbearably between them, he pulled away again—nonchalantly cutting another apple.

“You should eat something before we do anything stupid,” he said, voice teasing.

“You’re really a tease,” she muttered.

“Only when I’m in control.”

He turned and offered her another piece of apple. “Want more?”

She leaned in and took it slowly, her lips brushing his thumb this time.

And this time… he didn’t pull back.

He lifted her with effortless ease, settling her on the cold slab as his face nestled into the warm curve of her neck. His lips grazed her skin—teasing, tasting—before claiming it with slow, possessive bites. Each touch sent shivers down her spine, her soft moans escaping before she could stop them. Her knees would’ve given way had he not been holding her, the heat between them pulling her deeper into his spell.

Biting her lower lip, he turned her into a moaning mess. Her head tilted instinctively, granting him deeper access, while her fingers tangled tightly in his hair—her only anchor against the waves of pleasure crashing through her.

He rose to her eye level, smirking as their eyes met. Then, with deliberate tenderness, he kissed her lips—softly, almost teasingly—before trailing down her body. His mouth found the space between her breasts, then her stomach, each kiss sending delicious shivers down her spine.

When he looked up, she was breathless—eyes closed, lips parted, utterly undone. And to him, she had never looked more irresistible. His hands slid slowly over her thighs, coaxing them apart. A gasp escaped her lips, and he drank it in like a promise.

Slowly, he picked up the piece of apple, never breaking eye contact. The heat in his gaze made her clench her thighs tighter in anticipation. Leaning in, his breath brushed against her ear as he whispered in a husky voice,

“Let’s make this apple a little sweeter for you… what do you say, Babygirl?”

The sound of his voice sent a shiver rippling down her spine.

Looking into his eyes, she saw something more than just lust—something deeper, unfamiliar, yet magnetic. Caught in the intensity of his gaze, she nodded unconsciously, completely lost in him.

His smirk deepened.

"Ahh," Siya moaned softly as he pinched her waist, drawing a sharp gasp from her.

"Words, babygirl… I want to hear you say it," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, making her heart race even faster.

"How?" she asked, her voice soft and sultry as her hand slid up his chest, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against the warmth of his skin.

Her touch was teasing—gentle yet suggestive—as she looked up at him through her lashes, a flicker of challenge dancing in her eyes.

"Show me..." she whispered, her lips barely brushing his jaw, inviting him deeper into the moment.

His smirk deepened, eyes dark with desire. Parting her legs with deliberate ease, he stepped closer, the sudden contact making her jolt slightly where she sat. Without a word, he lifted her just enough to adjust her dress, letting it gather around her waist.

His hands traced a slow path over her thighs, spreading them wider—earning a soft, involuntary gasp from her lips. The way he looked at her made her feel completely bare, even before he slipped his fingers beneath her panties and slid them down.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the delicate fabric to the floor, never breaking eye contact—his gaze devouring her, making her heart pound and breath hitch.

He bit his lower lip, gaze darkening as he took in every inch of her. A quiet growl rumbled in his throat as he reached down looking at her cleaned shaved pink pussy, inviting him to devour, licking his finger before trailing it slowly over her most sensitive spot.

She moaned softly, her body responding instinctively, breath hitching as she leaned back for support, her thighs quivering under his touch, his fingers on her princess part making her feel something which she haven’t felt yet.

Without warning, he picked up a piece of apple and, with wicked intent in his eyes, pressed it gently rubbing against her pussy, making her wet and slowly entering in her hole. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"What are you doing? It might get stuck," she whispered, voice breathless.

He only smirked, leaning in.

"Don’t worry, baby... I’m just making it sweeter for you."

With slow, teasing pressure, he deepened the moment, he thrusted it more, watching her unravel—back arching, fingers gripping his shoulder tightly. He didn’t stop until she came on the piece of apple, her legs trembled from the waves of blissful pleasure, and a dazed, dreamlike look shimmered in her eyes—like she’d just been undone by him, body and soul.

Lifting the piece of apple, now glistening with the evidence of her pleasure, he brought it to her lips.

"Eat," he commanded gently, his voice a low rumble.

She took a bite, her moan slipping out as the taste hit her tongue.

"How is it?" he asked, watching her closely.

"It’s swe—"

But before she could finish, he crushed his lips to hers, rough and hungry, swallowing her moan.

His teeth tugged at her bottom lip, and she gripped his hair tightly, eyes fluttering shut as she melted into the wild, consuming kiss.

"Your lips… what lip balm do you use?" he asked, his voice low and husky, eyes flicking down to her mouth.

"Strawberry," she whispered, slightly breathless.

"Hmm… I like it," he murmured, before leaning in to claim her lips again—this time deeper, slower, until she was gasping for air, completely lost in the kiss.

Pulling back just enough to speak, he smirked against her lips.

"I’ve never tasted an apple this sweet before."

And with that, he lifted her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his torso as he carried her toward the bedroom—his grip possessive, gaze burning with desire.

He placed her gently on the bed, his body hovering just above hers, eyes never leaving her face. His hands slipped beneath the fabric of her dress, fingertips brushing against the warmth of her bare waist, sending shivers through her spine.

He captured her lips in a bite that was both playful and possessive before trailing a series of wet kisses along her jawline and down the curve of her neck. When he found a spot that made her gasp, he sucked and bite gently, claiming it with a hickey that bloomed beneath his touch.

A strange mix of emotions swirled inside her—she felt good… incredibly good, yet unfamiliar waves of sensation stirred something deep down within her. A soft ache pulsed between her thighs, a tingling in her pussy urging to rub something, made her squirm slightly beneath him. It was intoxicating, overwhelming—a pleasure she couldn’t quite put into words.

She looked up at him, her breath shallow, her heart pounding like a wild drum inside her chest. There was desire in her eyes, yes—but beneath it, something softer lingered. A quiet surrender. A silent question. Was it okay to feel this? To want this?

He noticed it—the flicker of uncertainty hiding behind her parted lips and flushed cheeks. Slowing down, his hand moved to cradle her cheek, thumb brushing her skin with a gentleness that contrasted the fire between them. His forehead rested against hers for a moment, grounding her.

"You okay?" he whispered, voice rough but laced with care.

She nodded, but her voice barely made it out. "I… I don’t know what’s happening to me. It feels good, but also... strange."

He smiled softly, eyes not just filled with lust now—but something deeper, something real.

"That’s your body responding, baby. It’s new… but it’s natural. I’m here, okay? You don’t have to be scared. Just feel… let go."

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she nodded again—this time with a little more trust. With a little more want. Her fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

And with that unspoken permission, he began again—slower, softer—like he wasn’t just touching her skin, but reaching something far more fragile. Her soul. Her surrender.

“Ahh…" she moaned softly as his lips found her shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her warm skin—slow, deliberate, and deeply intoxicating.

One of his hands moved up to her boobs, still over the thin fabric of her dress, pressing and teasing lightly until her nipples hardened beneath his touch.

The other hand held her waist with gentle firmness, grounding her, making her feel wanted—claimed, yet cared for.

Her breath hitched with every stroke, every kiss, as pleasure bloomed in places she never knew could ache so sweetly. Her body arched into him instinctively, craving more, even as her mind floated in the haze of unfamiliar yet addictive sensation.

His lips lingered on her shoulder, soft and unhurried, as if memorizing every inch of her skin. With practiced ease, he reached for her strap, sliding it down her arm slowly—deliberately—watching her reaction as the fabric gave way.

Piece by piece, he undressed her, revealing not just her body but something far more fragile—her trust. Her surrender.

She lay beneath his gaze, clothed only in delicate black lace, the moonlight pouring in through the window casting a soft, silver glow over her curves. The contrast of light and shadow made her look ethereal—like a secret meant only for him.

Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, skin flushed, eyes wide and searching—not just for his touch, but for his reassurance. His promise that she was safe in this vulnerability. And in that quiet, electric moment, she wasn’t just naked.