Chapter 32: Chapter 24: Claimed by You

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Arjun

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. I stirred first, my body waking before my mind, but when my eyes adjusted to the soft light, the first thing I saw was her.

Ananya.

My Firefly.

She was still asleep, curled slightly toward me, her dark lashes fanned over her cheeks, her lips slightly parted in soft, steady breaths. Her hair was a mess, a few strands tangled against the pillow, but somehow, even in sleep, she looked breathtaking. Peaceful. Untouched by the chaos of the world.

Last night, when she told me she was used to waiting to take a shower while staying drenched, I hated it. And what I hated even more was the way she said it—with a smile, like it didn’t even matter. Like she didn’t matter.

But it does matter. She matters.

I understand that she loves putting her sister first, that she would always prioritize Isha’s comfort over her own. But I’m not her sister. I’m her husband. And she is my wife. My Firefly.

And now, I won’t tolerate it—not now, not ever. My Firefly will never have to wait to take a shower while staying in wet clothes. And not just that—so many other things she has quietly accepted as ‘normal’ when they never should have been.

Lying beside me, she looked so peaceful, I wanted to reach out. Run my fingers over the delicate curve of her cheek, trace the softness of her lips, see if they felt as warm as they looked.

But I didn’t.

Because I knew better.

My jaw clenched as last night’s words replayed in my head.

"You don’t have to hold back, Arjun."

She didn’t even know what she was asking for.

She didn’t understand what it took for me to keep my hands to myself—to not pull her into me, to not claim her in the way my entire being ached to. She thought it was as simple as me making a choice, but she had no idea how badly I wanted her.

She had no idea how close I had already come to crossing a line I could never forgive myself for.

The Kashmir incident.

Even now, the memory twisted in my gut like a blade. I had lost control that night—let my guard slip because I was so wrapped up in her, in the way she felt, in the way she looked at me. I hadn’t even noticed she wasn’t completely in her senses. That she had been drowsy, too tired to think straight.

And I had still kissed her. Still touched her.

She had told me—again and again—that she didn’t regret anything. That I didn’t do anything wrong.

But that didn’t change the way I felt.

I should have noticed.

I should have stopped.

And I would never let myself make that mistake again.

No matter how much I wanted her.

No matter how much she tempted me, curled up next to me in my bed, trusting me with everything she had.

I took a slow breath, forcing my hands to remain still.

I had made a promise to myself.

I wouldn’t lose control again.

Not until I was sure.

Not until she was sure.

And especially not until I knew—with absolute certainty—that when I finally did claim her, there wouldn’t be a single doubt left in either of our minds.

A soft rustling pulled me from my thoughts.

I glanced down just as Ananya stirred, her lashes fluttering open, hazy with sleep. For a moment, she just blinked at me, her warm brown eyes still heavy with drowsiness.

Then, she smiled.

A slow, peaceful smile that made something in my chest clench painfully.

"Good morning," she murmured, her voice soft and laced with sleep.

Before I could respond, she shifted closer, snuggling into me like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her small hand rested against my chest, her fingers curling slightly over the fabric of my shirt.

Damn it.

I sucked in a slow breath, forcing myself to keep still.

She had no idea what she was doing to me.

No idea how hard it already was to hold myself back.

A small chuckle escaped me despite myself. "You really have no idea how dangerous this is for me, do you, Firefly?"

She hummed against me, completely oblivious. "Dangerous?"

I shook my head, amused and exasperated all at once. "Never mind."

Instead of answering, I simply let my hand lift—let my fingers brush over the soft strands of her hair before I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Because no matter how much I needed to control myself, I also needed to make sure she never second-guessed my actions.

I had seen it in her eyes last night, heard it in her voice—the slight disappointment, the doubt creeping in when I pulled away. She didn't understand why I was doing it, and I wouldn't let her overthink.

So I would kiss her forehead. I would hold her close.

I would give her enough.

Just enough to reassure her.

But not enough to lose myself.

"Good morning, Firefly," I murmured, my lips lingering for a second longer before I forced myself to pull away.

She smiled again, burying her face against my chest, completely content.

I closed my eyes, taking another slow breath.

This was going to be harder than I thought.

♡♡

We got ready and stepped out to explore yet another breathtaking part of this place, but in the end, none of it mattered as much as the woman beside me—my beautiful wife.

The day passed in a blur of laughter, exploration, and far too many moments that made my heart stumble in my chest.

Ananya was a force of nature. One moment, she was dragging me toward a tiny bakery, insisting we had to try their chocolate croissants. The next, she was shoving a spoonful of creamy Swiss ice cream into my mouth before I could even argue.

"See? It's good, right?" she asked, grinning up at me.

I swallowed, trying to ignore the way my pulse reacted every time she fed me. "It’s fine," I said, feigning indifference.

She narrowed her eyes. "Liar. You love it."

I sighed dramatically. "If I admit it, will you stop forcing food into my mouth?"

"Absolutely not," she said cheerfully, popping another spoonful into her own mouth before holding it out for me again.

Damn it.

I leaned in and took the bite, watching as she grinned in victory.

We wandered through cobblestone streets, visiting charming boutiques and picking out souvenirs. I tried to keep a straight face as she forced me to pose for pictures with her, but I gave in every time.

At one point, she shoved a ridiculous, oversized hat onto my head and nearly collapsed laughing.

"You look amazing," she wheezed, snapping a picture before I could snatch the hat off.

I groaned. "I swear, if you post that anywhere—"

"Relax, Mr. CEO. This is for me," she said, winking.

I had no idea what that meant, but I didn't press.

The whole day was like that—her pulling me into the moment, me failing miserably at resisting her, and my self-control cracking every time she smiled at me like I was the only thing that mattered.

By the time we returned to the hotel in the evening, I was exhausted in the best possible way.

But, of course, things never stayed peaceful for long.

The moment we stepped into the lobby, the hotel manager approached us, looking deeply apologetic.

"Mr. Malhotra, Mrs. Malhotra, I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience. There was an unfortunate accident while your suite was being cleaned…"

I immediately tensed. "What accident?"

The manager swallowed nervously. "One of the cleaning staff accidentally spilled coffee on an open suitcase… and it appears to have ruined most of the clothes inside."

Ananya's eyes widened. "Oh no—was it mine?"

The manager nodded. "I’m afraid so, ma’am. Only a few pieces were salvageable."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Unbelievable."

The manager quickly pulled out a sleek envelope. "To make up for the mistake, we’d like to offer you both a complimentary shopping voucher for any of the designer stores in the area. Please accept this as an apology from our hotel."

Ananya glanced at me, her lips twitching. "So… free shopping?"

I exhaled, shaking my head at her excitement. "Yes, Firefly. Free shopping."

We accepted the voucher, and the manager left with another round of apologies.

As we entered our suite, Ananya rummaged through her remaining clothes and sighed. "Well… I have, like, two things left that aren’t ruined."

I smirked. "You could just wear one of my shirts until we shop tomorrow."

She blinked up at me, considering it.

A minute later, she disappeared into the bathroom with one of my shirts in hand.

I should’ve been prepared.

I wasn’t.

When she stepped out, wearing my shirt—her legs bare, the fabric falling just above mid-thigh—something inside me broke.

I clenched my fists, sucking in a sharp breath.

She looked so effortlessly beautiful.

So… mine.

Her damp hair curled slightly, her skin still flushed from the shower. The sleeves of my shirt swallowed her arms, making her look even smaller, more delicate.

And all I could think was—damn it.

"Arjun?" she said, tilting her head. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

I forced my gaze upward, away from the dangerous thoughts running through my mind.

I needed control.

Deep breath. Inhale. Exhale.

I smirked, keeping my voice casual. "You look ridiculous in my shirt."

Her eyes narrowed. "Liar."

I turned away before I could do something very stupid.

I was holding on by a thread.

Without saying another word, I turned and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me with a little more force than necessary.

I needed a shower. A cold one.

Because right now, every nerve in my body was on fire. I was hard as fuck.

Every little thing about her was driving me insane—the way she looked in my shirt, oversized yet somehow still clinging to her in all the right places, the way she fit so perfectly against me in her sleep, the warmth of her skin, the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of her breaths.

And then there was the way she looked at me—last night, and even now. The way her fingers had lingered on my skin, the quiet plea in her touch, telling me I didn’t have to hold back.

She had no idea what she was asking for.

No idea how much I was already holding back.

I stepped under the freezing water, letting it crash over me like a punishment, trying to wash away the heat curling low in my stomach.

Because no matter how much I wanted her—no matter how much my body ached for her—I wouldn’t lose control.

Not now. Not when she deserved more than just my desire.

And I refused to find release in anything other than her.

Because I belonged to my Firefly. Only to her.

Got it! I’ll refine it to enhance the sensual tension, deepen the emotions, and create an immersive, intimate atmosphere while keeping it passionate and romantic.

I stepped out of the shower after what felt like an eternity, the cold water barely doing anything to extinguish the fire burning inside me. I needed to clear my head. I needed distance from Ananya. Because the moment I stepped out and saw her standing there, wearing my shirt—my shirt, so loose on her delicate frame, barely covering her thighs which is why I had to take that cold shower — and I knew I was a goner.

She wasn’t even trying, yet she looked sinful. Temptation wrapped in innocence.

I clenched my jaw, forcing my gaze to stay on her face instead of trailing lower.

“I—I’m going downstairs. The receptionist wanted to discuss the shopping voucher,” I blurted, needing an excuse to leave before I did something I’d regret.

It wasn’t a complete lie—they did want to talk. Just… not right now. I made it now because I had to.

I turned and left in a hurry, needing to put space between us before my restraint shattered completely. I was about to step into the elevator when I remembered—the damn shower. The hot and cold knobs were acting up, and I forgot to warn her.

Shit.

I rushed back to our room, my chest tightening with unease. But as soon as I pushed open the door, I heard her gasp—a startled, breathy sound followed by a sharp intake of air.

Then her voice rang out, "Arjun!"

My body moved on instinct. I strode toward the bathroom, my pulse hammering as I pushed the door open—

And froze.

Ananya stood under the shower, soaked. Completely drenched, wearing nothing but my white shirt.

And it was see-through.

The thin fabric clung to her like a second skin, outlining everything. Water dripped from her hair, trailing down the curve of her neck, down her chest, over her hardened, peaked nipples pressing against the damp material. They stood firm, aching for attention, silently begging to be touched.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.

A low curse slipped past my lips as I tore my gaze away, yanking a towel from the rack. In two strides, I was in front of her, wrapping it around her body, hiding every inch of what was driving me insane.

"You should change before you catch a cold," I rasped, my voice raw, thick with something I barely restrained.

She blinked up at me, her lips parting slightly. But instead of stepping back, she moved closer.

Too close.

Testing me.

“You said we could take this as a holiday…” she whispered, her voice soft, laced with something unreadable. “But what if I don’t want to anymore?”

I stilled. My hands clenched into fists at my sides.

“Ananya—”

She placed a palm against my chest, right over my racing heartbeat. Her fingers curled slightly, pressing in, as if she could feel how much I was holding back.

“I trust you, Arjun.”

And just like that, my restraint snapped.

In the next second, I had her pinned against the wall, my forehead resting against hers. My breaths were heavy, uneven. My fingers traced down the length of her arm, memorizing the feel of her damp, warm skin beneath my touch.

"Ananya," I murmured hoarsely. "You have no idea how much I—"

I stopped myself, barely holding on, my self-control hanging by a thread.

But then she tilted up on her toes, her lips brushing against mine—hesitant at first, uncertain. Then, with a hunger that sent fire coursing through my veins.

Fuck.

I groaned against her mouth, gripping her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. What started as a soft, tentative kiss turned desperate—needy. Years of loneliness, of longing, unraveled between us in mere seconds.

I lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed without breaking the kiss. She clung to me, her fingers tangling in my hair, her body molding against mine like she was meant to be there.

But even as heat built between us, I paused.

Searching her face. Giving her one last chance.

"Firefly… please. Tell me to stop, and I will." My voice was raw, almost pleading.

She didn’t hesitate.

Instead, she pulled me closer, her breath warm against my lips as she whispered—

"Don’t."

And I lost it.

I lost all of it.

Ananya

Arjun had been trying his best to control himself, but I could see the struggle in his eyes, in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his hands curled into fists as if restraining the urge to touch me. He wanted me—but he refused to act on it, refused to make me feel obligated.

But what he didn’t know was that I didn’t want him to hold back. Not then, not now, not ever.

I knew he feared hurting me, but he didn’t understand—he could never hurt me.

When he laid me down on the bed, his breath hitched, his gaze dark and searching.

"Firefly…" He breathed my name like a prayer, his voice raw with emotion. "Tell me you’re fully in your senses. Please."

I knew where this was coming from. That night in Kashmir, when he unknowingly made me come undone—he still carried the weight of it, still blamed himself. And I needed to make him understand.

I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me.

"Arjun. Look at me carefully." My voice was soft but firm. "Do I look drunk to you?"

He exhaled sharply, his brows furrowing as he searched my face.

I pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek before whispering against his skin, "No. I’m not. But I want you to make me lose my mind."

For a moment, he just stared at me, his breath unsteady, his hands trembling slightly where they rested on either side of me. His control was slipping—I could see it, feel it in the way his body tensed above mine.

"Ananya…" he whispered, his voice barely more than a groan, filled with longing and restraint battling inside him.

I slid my fingers into his hair, tugging him closer, so close that our breaths mingled. "Arjun, please don’t hold back."

His forehead dropped to mine, his eyes shutting tight as if he were fighting an internal war. "You don’t know what you’re asking for, Firefly."

I smiled softly, tracing his jawline with my fingertips. "Then show me."

Something snapped in him at that. His control shattered like fragile glass, and in the next breath, his lips were on mine—hungry, desperate, devouring.

The world blurred around us.

He kissed me like he was starved, like he had been waiting for this moment far longer than he ever admitted. His hands roamed my body, firm yet reverent, as if memorizing every inch of me.

I gasped against his mouth as he tilted my head back, his lips trailing fire down my throat. My hands clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, grounding myself against the storm of sensations.

"Tell me to stop," he rasped against my skin, his voice strained, his self-control barely hanging by a thread.

I met his eyes—those dark, stormy depths that held nothing but raw desire and aching tenderness.

"I won’t." My voice was steady, sure. "Because I don’t want you to."

And that was all it took.

He captured my lips again, his hands gripping my waist as he pressed me firmly beneath him. He pulled away just enough to whisper against my lips, his voice rough with restraint.

“This needs to come off…” His heated gaze flickered down to my damp shirt—his shirt.

The raspy edge in his voice sent a shiver through me.

“We can’t risk you catching a cold,” he added, though we both knew that wasn’t the only reason.

Before I could respond, his mouth was back on me, trailing from my lips to my jaw, then down my neck. His kisses weren’t just kisses—they were possessive, burning into my skin, marking me with every lingering touch of his tongue.

A gasp escaped me when he sucked gently on my pulse point, his lips curling in satisfaction. His fingers found the buttons of my shirt, undoing them with deliberate slowness, as if savoring the unveiling of every inch of me.

The fabric slipped from my shoulders, falling to the floor without me even noticing, too lost in the way his lips explored my collarbones, the dip of my shoulder, the curve of my chest. His warm breath fanned over my skin, igniting every nerve ending, and then his darkened gaze met mine.

My breath hitched when his fingers reached behind my back, unhooking my bra with effortless precision. The delicate straps slid down my arms, leaving me exposed beneath him.

His eyes flickered between my flushed face and my bare chest, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as if he were a man starved.

“Arjun…” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

His hand cupped my breast, his thumb grazing over my hardened nipple, sending a wave of pleasure through me. He leaned down, his lips brushing over the sensitive peak before taking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling and teasing, coaxing a soft moan from my lips.

I arched beneath him, my fingers threading through his hair, gripping tightly as he sucked gently, then with more urgency. His other hand moved to my neglected breast, his fingers rolling and pinching, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

“Arjun…” I whimpered, my body pressing closer, desperate for more.

He groaned against my skin, his voice thick with hunger. “You taste so damn sweet, Firefly.”

His words, his touch, his every movement unraveled me, leaving me helpless beneath him. His hand trailed down my stomach, teasing the waistband of my shorts while his mouth continued its sinful worship of my breasts—sucking, licking, biting with a hunger that made my toes curl.

Then, without warning, his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my shorts, and a deep, satisfied smirk curved his lips.

“I knew it,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with lust. “The moment I slid my hand inside, I’d find you like this…” His fingers traced my slick folds, making me gasp as my hips bucked involuntarily.

“…without panties,” he finished in a husky whisper, his breath fanning over my heated skin.

A whimper escaped my lips the second he stroked my aching core, a slow, torturous drag of his fingers that had my body trembling. Then, without warning, he plunged his middle finger inside me, stretching me open, making me arch off the bed with a sharp cry of pleasure.

“Fuck,” he groaned, watching my face contort in ecstasy. “So damn wet for me, Firefly.”

Before I could even respond, he hooked his fingers into my shorts and yanked them down, tossing them somewhere across the room. But I barely noticed—my mind was clouded, lost in the fire igniting in my veins, in the desperate need for his touch everywhere.

My core throbbed with unrelenting need as he lifted my left leg, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my inner thigh. The slow, deliberate pace of his lips made the ache between my legs unbearable. My thighs instinctively tried to close, seeking friction, but I couldn’t—because Arjun was right there, between them.

Shirtless.

And it was only then, through my haze of desire, that I realized—somewhere between my gasps and moans, he had discarded his shirt, leaving his sculpted chest and toned arms bare for me to see, to touch, to crave.

"Arjun…" I breathed, my voice a desperate plea, my body trembling with anticipation.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, filled with an intensity that made my heart race.

His tongue flicked against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I jolted, a needy whimper leaving my lips. "Arjun… please—"

He chuckled against my skin, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "Patience, Firefly. I want to take my time with you."

And then, without another word, he buried his head between my thighs.

"You’re mine," he whispered against my inner thighs, his breath scorching my already burning skin. And then, finally, his lips met where I needed him the most. I shattered.

A gasp tore from my throat as his tongue flicked against my swollen, aching core. A shiver ran down my spine, my toes curling at the sheer pleasure that coursed through me.

"Arjun..." I moaned, my voice breaking as he flattened his tongue and licked a slow, torturous stripe along my slick folds.

His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for him as he buried his face deeper, his tongue plunging inside me without warning. My back arched off the bed, my fingers tangling in his thick, dark hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

"Aaahhh... Arjun—" I cried out when he sucked my sensitive bud into his mouth, rolling it between his lips. My legs trembled, thighs threatening to snap shut around his head, but his firm grip kept me spread wide for him.

He hummed against me, the vibration sending a new wave of heat pooling in my belly. His tongue teased and worshiped, swirling, licking, tasting me like he couldn’t get enough. And then—he bit. A sharp, sinful nip against my most sensitive spot.

I screamed, my entire body jerking. The mix of pleasure and sweet, torturous pain made my vision blur.

"Fuck, Firefly," he groaned, his voice dripping with raw hunger. "You taste even better than I imagined."

He licked another slow, teasing stroke, then flicked his tongue over my swollen bud, making me jolt. His grip on my thighs tightened, keeping me in place as he looked up at me, his darkened eyes glinting with mischief and desire.

"You’re dripping for me, baby," he murmured against my slick folds, pressing a kiss there, making me whimper. "So needy. So fucking sweet. Just for me."

He slid his tongue inside me again, curling it, tasting me, before pulling back and dragging his thumb over my clit in slow, torturous circles.

"Tell me, Firefly," he rasped, his breath hot against my soaked core. "Do you like it when I fuck you with my tongue?" He gave me another deep, sinful stroke, making me gasp. "Do you want more?"

I was too lost in pleasure to form words, only broken moans escaping my lips.

"Use your words, baby," he demanded, his voice deep, commanding. He slid a finger inside me, thrusting slowly, teasingly. "Tell me how much you love this."

I could barely breathe, my body trembling under his touch. "Arjun… please…" I gasped.

He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing over my inner thigh before he sucked on my sensitive bud again, making me cry out.

"Please what?" he taunted, his fingers moving deeper, curling inside me just right. "You want more, Firefly? You want me to ruin you with my mouth? Make you come all over my tongue?"

I was already on the edge, my body tightening, needing release.

"Yes!" I whimpered, my nails digging into the sheets. "Please, Arjun, don’t stop!"

"That’s my good girl," he purred, before diving back in, tongue and fingers working me relentlessly, determined to make me fall apart in the most sinful way possible.

"Arjun... ah... I'm—I'm so close," I gasped, my body trembling as he kept working me with his sinful tongue.

He groaned against me, the vibration sending shivers straight through my core. "Come for me, Firefly," he ordered, his voice dark and commanding. His eyes, blazing with hunger, locked onto mine from between my legs.

And then, without warning, he gave a deep, relentless thrust with his tongue, curling it inside me, and I shattered.

I came with a force I didn't even know I was capable of, my entire body arching off the bed, my fingers tugging desperately at his hair. But he didn't stop. He didn't even slow down.

"Arjun—" I whimpered, my voice barely a breath, but he didn’t lift his head.

"Fuck, Firefly," he growled against me, his tongue sweeping up every last drop of my release. "I'm not wasting a single drop."

He devoured me, drinking me in like a man starved for years, like he’d been waiting for this—craving this—forever. Every flick of his tongue, every deep, hungry suck sent aftershocks of pleasure rolling through me, leaving me breathless and undone.

And every time he moaned, every time he swallowed me down, a fresh whimper spilled from my lips.

"Arjun," I panted, my legs shaking around him, but he only gripped my thighs tighter, holding me open for him, owning every part of me with his mouth.

"Mine," he murmured against my sensitive, overstimulated flesh, sending another rush of pleasure through me. "Every single part of you, Firefly. Mine."

He stroked my folds one last time, drawing out a needy gasp from my lips before shifting onto his knees between my legs. Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and my back arched off the bed. My body clenched around him, still sensitive from my earlier release.

"Fuck, Firefly," he groaned, watching me fall apart. He quickened his pace, driving his fingers deeper, stretching me, preparing me for what was coming. And then, just as suddenly, he pulled out, leaving me aching and empty. Leaning down, he caught my lips in a searing kiss. "Now you're ready to take me," he murmured against my mouth, his voice dark and full of promise.

I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone, and when I looked down, my breath hitched. He freed himself, wrapping his large hand around his thick, pulsing length, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke before positioning himself at my entrance. My whole body shuddered.

He was too big. Too.

"Arjun…" I gasped, my eyes widening as I took him in for the first time. Was it even possible for someone to be this… huge?

He let out a deep chuckle, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my temple. "Don't worry, Firefly. I know you’ll take all of me." His confidence should have made me nervous, but instead, it only fueled my desire.

His voice dropped to a husky rasp, laced with both need and tenderness. "It might hurt a little, baby." He brushed his lips against my jaw, his hands stroking my thighs soothingly. "Are you ready?"

I swallowed hard, my body buzzing with anticipation, and nodded.

But he wasn’t satisfied with that. "Use your words, baby. I want to hear you say it."

"Yes," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice—so wrecked with need, so desperate for him.

"Good girl." His words alone sent a fresh wave of arousal straight to my core, making me clench around nothing.

And then he pushed inside, his thick length stretching me open inch by inch. A sharp, overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure shot through my spine, and I instinctively gripped the bedsheets.

"Ah…" I whimpered, trying to adjust, but before I could, Arjun pried my fingers away from the sheets and placed them on his shoulders.

"Hold onto me, Firefly…" he said, his voice strained with restraint.

"B-but… I’ll hurt you," I murmured, worried about digging my nails into his skin.

He shook his head, his forehead resting against mine. "You won’t," he assured me, his voice thick with emotion. "I want you to claim me, just like I’m claiming you."

He kissed me deeply, his lips demanding, consuming. "I want the whole world to know I belong to you. Only you. No one else."

And with those words, he thrust deeper, fully seating himself inside me, and I knew—I was his, just as much as he was mine.

He stilled inside me, his thick length stretching me completely, giving me time to adjust. His body trembled over mine, his arms shaking as he held himself up, fighting against every instinct to move. The restraint in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched tightly—it sent a different kind of heat spiraling through me.

"Can I move now?" he asked, his voice strained, husky with need.

I clung to his shoulders, nodding weakly.

But he didn’t move. Instead, he shook his head, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I told you to use your words, baby," he murmured, his thumb tracing my cheek. "I need to hear you say it. I need to know you're okay—that you’re comfortable." His voice was laced with so much care, so much devotion, that my chest tightened. "I know it’s your first time, Firefly. I need to make sure I’m not hurting you."

I swallowed past the lump in my throat, my heart swelling at the depth of his concern. "Yes… yes, Arjun. You can move now," I finally whispered, my voice breathless, needy.

The moment the words left my lips, a deep, guttural groan tore from his throat—his control snapping. His hands trembled slightly as he grabbed a pillow, slipping it beneath me with practiced care, ensuring my comfort even in the midst of his overwhelming need.

Then, he pulled back agonizingly slow, leaving only the tip inside, teasing me, torturing me, before thrusting back in with a force that stole the air from my lungs, filling me to the hilt. The stretch, the burn, the way he consumed me completely—it was too much and not enough all at once. Even in the intensity of our most intimate moment, he never forgot to take care of me.

I gasped—no, screamed—as pleasure shot through my body like lightning, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Shit, Firefly," he cursed, his breath ragged, his forehead pressing against mine. "We did so much to open you up, but fuck… you're still tight as hell. And so fucking warm."

He groaned in pure pleasure, his voice rough and strained. "I knew it, Firefly... I knew you'd be able to take me—every inch of me."

His fingers tightened on my hips as he thrust deeper, his breath hot against my skin. "Fuck… you feel so perfect, baby. So tight. So warm."

He let out a ragged moan, his lips brushing against my ear. " My buddy fits so perfectly inside you Firefly. It’s like you were made for me."

I moaned his name, my nails raking down his back as he set a slow, deep rhythm, dragging against every sensitive spot inside me.

"You're squeezing me so damn good, baby." His voice was rough, almost broken. "Feels like you're made for me. Fuck, you’re gonna ruin me."

I whimpered beneath him, every nerve in my body on fire. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper, making him groan.

"So needy for me, hmm?" he murmured, his lips tracing down my jaw, his breath hot against my ear. "You love the way I’m stretching you out, don’t you, baby?"

I could only moan in response, my body arching into his, completely lost in the way he filled me, owned me, worshiped me.

And then he pulled back, watching my blissed-out expression, his eyes burning with lust. "Look at you, Firefly…" he rasped, his thumb brushing a stray tear from my cheek. "Crying for me. Is it too much? Or do you want more?"

I was barely coherent, but I knew one thing—I never wanted him to stop.

"Tell me, baby." His thrusts slowed, teasing, making me whimper in frustration. "Do you want more?"

"Yes, Arjun… please..."

He growled in satisfaction, gripping my thighs and spreading them wider. "That’s my good girl. Hold on tight, Firefly. Because I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name."

His words sent another wave of heat rushing through me, making my body tremble beneath him. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he thrust into me again, deeper this time, stretching me in the most delicious way.

"A-Arjun... ahh—" I gasped, my back arching off the bed as pleasure rippled through every nerve in my body. "I'm... I'm so close—"

He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear, his voice dark and commanding. "Then come for me, Firefly. Be a good girl and drench my cock. Let me feel you milk every inch of me."

His words alone sent me spiraling closer to the edge. I could feel the coil in my belly tightening, the pleasure mounting with every deep thrust. And then he pulled out slightly, just enough to make me whimper from the loss, before slamming back inside me with a force that shattered me.

"Ahhh! Arjun!" I screamed his name as my release crashed over me like a tidal wave. My entire body tensed, my walls clenching around him as he groaned, his own restraint slipping. I felt him twitch inside me, his movements growing rougher, more desperate as he chased his own pleasure.

"Fuck, Firefly... just like that. So tight—so perfect—" His voice was a mixture of growls and moans, pure masculine hunger and satisfaction. He buried his face into my neck, kissing and biting as his hips snapped harder against mine.

I was still trembling from my climax when he gave one final, deep thrust, filling me completely before he let out a deep, guttural groan. His body tensed, his fingers gripping my hips as he reached his own release, his warmth spilling inside me.

For a moment, the world faded, leaving only the sound of our ragged breaths and the erratic pounding of our hearts against each other’s skin. He stayed inside me, our bodies tangled in the aftermath of our passion.

Then, after a long moment, he pulled back just enough to look at me, brushing the damp strands of hair from my face. His expression was soft, his dark eyes still glazed with the remnants of pleasure.

"Mine," he whispered, his lips brushing over mine, tender yet possessive. "You’re mine, Firefly. Always."

And I knew, without a doubt, that I was. Completely, irrevocably his.

Then, he lifted his weight off me, leaving me in the emptiness of his warmth. I shivered at the sudden loss, but before I could protest, he discarded the condom—I hadn’t even realized when he’d put it on.

Without a word, he scooped my bare body into his arms, holding me close as he pressed a tender kiss to my temple. "I'm sorry, baby... it must be hurting." His voice was thick with concern. I had bled a little—it was my first time, after all—but I didn't regret it. Not when it was with him. Not when it was Arjun.

He carried me to the bathroom, settling me gently on the counter before turning away to grab a warm, wet towel. That’s when I noticed it—his back. My breath hitched.

"Arjun…" I gasped, staring at the deep, angry red scratches I had left on his skin.

He glanced at me through the mirror, smirking as he twisted his torso slightly, admiring the marks. "Don’t they look good on me?" His smirk widened as his eyes flickered with something dark and possessive. "I look so yours."

Then he turned to me, his gaze sweeping over my body with a satisfied gleam. "Well, you also look like mine."

Confused, I followed his gaze to my reflection—and my eyes widened. Hickeys. Everywhere. My neck, my shoulders, my chest, even my thighs and breasts—bruised by his lips, his teeth. He had marked me. Completely.

I turned to him in disbelief, but before I could say a word, he kissed my temple, then my cheeks, then my lips, murmuring against them, "I'm sorry, Firefly. I couldn't help myself."

He didn’t look sorry. He looked proud.

Heat rushed to my cheeks as he started wiping me down with the towel, his touch careful, gentle. "I…I can do it myself, Arjun," I stammered, embarrassed.

He cupped my face, tilting it up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze. "I have to. I want to. And you don’t have to be embarrassed, okay, Firefly? You belong to me, and I belong to you. Got it?"

I swallowed hard, nodding.

"So let me take care of you," he murmured, and with that, he continued cleaning me—both of us—before slipping another one of his shirts over my body. Then, effortlessly, he carried me back to bed, cradling me in his arms before laying me down. He slid in beside me, pulling me against his chest, holding me as if I was the most precious thing in the world.

"Feeling good?" he asked, his voice softer now.

I nodded, peeking up at him through my lashes.

He chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. "Ask me what you want to ask, Firefly."

I blinked. "How did you know I wanted to ask something?"

"Baby, I know you better than you know yourself." His lips twitched into a knowing smirk. "Now, ask."

I hesitated before finally finding my voice. "You said... you knew it was my first time. So… was I also your—"

I didn’t even get to finish before he interrupted, his voice firm, unwavering. "You are my first, my last, and my only one. Do you understand, Firefly?" He pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead. "I belong to you just as much as you belong to me."

My heart clenched at his words, warmth flooding through me. Smiling, I nestled deeper into his chest, letting his steady heartbeat lull me into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in the safety of his arms.

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