He Belongs To Her

Sia's POV

"Ready for another round, sweetheart?"

His voice... rough, low, dripping with hunger.

My breath hitched.

He was still inside me.

Still hard.

And when he leaned in, his words rang in my ears like a warning wrapped in a promise-

But beneath it, I could still feel the love-the kind that wrecks you, heals you, claims you.

I looked up at him, stunned.
"V-Ved..." I whispered, my voice barely there, trembling. "You're still...?"

He smirked, dark and dangerous, his eyes gleaming like fire. "Still?" he repeated, voice husky, lips just inches from mine. "Jaan... I haven't even started yet."

Before I could say another word, I felt his lips brush against my neck-slow... deliberate... sinful. And then, his tongue.

"Ahh..." I moaned, my head falling back helplessly, my hands clutching at his shoulders.

He licked a long, hot line up my throat, making me shiver."You feel that trembling?" he breathed, voice broken with obsession, "that's the beast you created... when you vanished."

"Ved..." I gasped, my body already responding, my heart pounding.

His hand slid down to my waist, gripping me tighter. "You think I can stop after just once?" he growled softly. "After waiting ten days? No, Sia..."

He kissed the side of my neck, then sucked gently, pulling a breathy whimper from my lips.

His voice was like velvet laced with steel-soft, but it hit me like a thunderclap.

"I'm going to take you again and again," he whispered, lips brushing the shell of my ear.

My breath hitched.

"Slow... deep... rough..." His words poured into me like molten heat, each syllable sinking into my skin.

Then-he moved.

Just slightly.

Just enough.

His hardness, still inside me, pressed deeper with that one subtle shift, and a helpless moan escaped my lips.

"Ahh... Ved..."

I couldn't stop the sound. Couldn't stop the way my body arched into him like it had a will of its own.

It was like he knew every inch of me-every nerve, every place I shattered just for him.

Then came the words that made my heart stop.

...until your legs won't be able to walk..." he breathed, his voice rougher now, thick with need.
"...so that you won't run away from me again."

I froze beneath him, my eyes locked on his face.

God.

There it was-the pain behind the hunger.

Not just desire. Not just dominance.

It was fear.

Fear of losing me.

Of being left behind.

Of watching me walk away again.

The world tilted as he flipped us in one smooth motion, leaving me straddling him-his heat still buried deep inside me. My thighs trembled from exhaustion, but the second my gaze locked onto his, fatigue burned away.