The moment the bedroom door closed behind them, the air changed.
Ather carried Asra straight to the bed and laid her down gently. She stirred awake, blinking sleepily up at him with her big doe eyes.
“Sir… we’re home?” she whispered, still half-asleep.
Ather didn’t answer with words. Instead, he hovered over her small body, his tall, powerful frame caging her in. The hunger he had been holding back the entire day at the mall was now burning in his eyes.
He captured her lips in a deep, possessive kiss, tasting the faint sweetness of the lipstick she had tried earlier. Asra gasped into his mouth as his hands roamed over her body — sliding under her short kurti, gripping her waist, then moving down to squeeze her thighs.
“Sir… wait—” she whimpered softly, but he silenced her with another rough kiss.
“I’ve been patient all day,” he growled against her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “Watching you try on all those clothes… showing me how pretty you looked… jingling those bangles… smiling at me like that.”
He pulled her kurti over her head in one swift motion, exposing her new pink lace bra. His eyes darkened with raw lust.
“Mine,” he muttered possessively before burying his face between her breasts.
Asra moaned, her hands clutching his shoulders as he unhooked her bra with practiced ease and tossed it aside. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand kneaded the other. Her new bangles jingled loudly as she squirmed beneath him.
“Sir… slow down… please…” she begged, voice trembling.
But Ather was done being patient.
He removed the rest of her clothes quickly, leaving her completely naked except for the pink bangles on her wrists. The sight of her — flushed, marked, and decorated only with the things he had bought her — made something primal snap inside him.
He spread her legs wide and thrust into her in one deep, powerful stroke.
Asra cried out sharply, back arching off the bed. “Ah— Sir!”
Ather groaned at how tight and warm she felt. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He started moving hard and fast, each thrust deep and claiming.
“Fuck… you feel so good, meri bacchi,” he rasped, pounding into her relentlessly. “All day I wanted this… to ruin the pretty girl who was shopping for me.”
Asra’s moans and cries filled the room. Her bangles jingled wildly with every powerful thrust. Tears of overwhelming pleasure and slight pain slipped from her eyes as she held onto him tightly.
“Sir… too fast… I can’t—” she sobbed.
“You can,” he growled, gripping her hips harder and driving even deeper. “Take everything I give you.”
He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and entered her from behind in one brutal thrust. The new angle made Asra scream into the pillow. Ather leaned over her, one hand fisting her long silky hair while the other rubbed her clit, pushing her closer to the edge.
“Come for me,” he commanded roughly. “Now.”
Asra shattered with a loud cry, her body shaking violently as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Ather followed right after, burying himself deep inside her with a low, guttural groan as he filled her completely.
He collapsed beside her and immediately pulled her into his arms, both of them breathing heavily. Asra was still trembling, tears staining her cheeks, new bangles still jingling softly on her wrists.
Ather kissed her tear-stained cheeks and forehead, his voice low and dark but strangely tender:
“You’re perfect, meri bacchi… and you’re all mine.
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