The early morning sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Keshav was the first one to wake up, his body still wrapped around Jasmine's, his grip on her possessive and protective.
He watched her sleep for a moment, taking in her soft, peaceful expression, the way her eyelashes fanned out over her cheeks, the way her lips parted ever so slightly. He felt a surge of affection and possessiveness, a need to protect her and keep her close, to make her his.
He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her, and he slowly leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. She stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent in her sleep, her body shifting against his.
He continued to watch her, running his fingers gently through her hair, marveling at the softness of it. He was struck by how fragile and vulnerable she looked in her sleep, and the urge to protect her and keep her safe grew stronger. He let out a low, possessive growl, his arm tightening around her waist.
She stirred again, her eyes fluttering open as she slowly came back to consciousness. She was immediately aware of his presence, his arm wrapped around her, his body pressed against hers. She couldn't help but smile as she looked up at him, still groggy from sleep.
"Good morning," he said softly, his voice still rough with sleep. "Did you sleep well?"
"Mmmm," she mumbled, snuggling closer to him. "I slept great. What time is it?"
He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "get ready," he said, his hand gently running up and down her back in soothing, possessive motions. "After breakfast we need to go to dungeon with you controlling the fakes to enter it."
She nodded sleepily, still not fully awake yet. "Okay," she mumbled, her eyes half closing again. "Just give me a few more minutes."
He chuckled and kissed her forehead again, knowing that she was a bit of a morning grump. "Alright, a few more minutes," he said, his grip on her waist tightening. "But don't fall back asleep."
She made a tired noise of protest, burying her face into his chest. "Why not?" she mumbled, her eyes already closing again.
He chuckled again, amused by her stubbornness. "Because we have things to do," he said, gently tugging her closer to him. "And as much as I'd like to stay here in bed with you all day, we can't."
She let out a small, grumpy sigh but didn't protest. She knew he was right, even if she didn't want to admit it. "Fine," she grumbled, her eyes opening again. "I'll get up."
"Good girl," he said, his voice still rough with sleep, his hand gently running through her hair. "But first, I want a good morning kiss."
She rolled her eyes playfully but obediently leaned up to kiss him, her lips brushing against his in a tender, sleepy peck.
He deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to cup the back of her neck, holding her in place. He nipped at her bottom lip, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth, and she parted her lips instinctively.
The kiss quickly became more heated, their bodies pressing closer together as their need for each other took over. He rolled her onto her back, his body covering hers, his mouth never leaving hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her body arching against his. She was fully awake now, her body responding to his touch, her need for him growing with every passing moment.
He broke the kiss, his breaths ragged, and moved down to her neck, nipping and kissing at her sensitive skin. She gasped, her hands gripping his biceps, her body trembling with desire.
His mouth moved lower, nipping and kissing his way down to her collarbone. His hands roamed over her body, possessively claiming every inch of her, his touch rough and yet still somehow gentle.
She was completely lost in the sensations, her mind clouded with nothing but him. She wanted him, she needed him, her body arching against his as she silently begged him for more.
He continued his downward journey, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses and bites down her body, his hands roaming over her, making her shiver and moan in pleasure. He knew exactly where to touch her, how to touch her, to make her come undone with desire.
But suddenly he stopped.
She let out a small whimper of protest as he stopped suddenly, her body still buzzing with desire. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and questioning. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Than he spanked her ass "We need to get ready to go to dungeon."
She gasped at the sudden smack, a surprised yelp escaping her lips. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she squirmed beneath him, a mixture of surprise and arousal coursing through her body. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, completely at his mercy.
He chuckled at her reaction, his hand smoothing over the place he'd spanked, soothing the sting. "Don't look so surprised, princess," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You know you love it."
She blushed even deeper, her body trembling with arousal as his hand continued to smooth over her sensitive flesh. She couldn't deny it, she did love it, the feeling of being completely under his control, the way he could make her body respond to his touch. "I do," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He leaned down, his mouth close to her ear, his voice a low, sensual rumble. "I know you do, princess," he said, his hand still roaming over her body, his touch almost possessive. "But we really do need to get ready to go to the dungeon. We can't be late."
She let out a small, disappointed sigh, her body sagging slightly. She knew he was right, but she wasn't ready to stop yet. She wanted more, needed more. "Just a few more minutes," she pleaded, her voice soft and needy.
He chuckled again, a hint of amusement in his gaze. "Tempting, but no," he said, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "You know we have responsibilities to take care of. But don't worry, princess. I'm not done with you yet. We'll have plenty of time for more fun after we're done with the dungeon."
She bit her lip, her cheeks still flushed with desire. She knew he was right, but she was still frustrated. She wanted to throw caution to the wind and just stay in bed with him all day, but she knew they couldn't. She reluctantly nodded, her body still trembling with arousal. "Fine," she said, her voice a soft pout.
He smirked at her reaction, his hand moving up to cup her chin, his thumb stroking her lower lip. "Good girl," he said, his voice a low, approving rumble. "You know I'd gladly spend all day in bed with you, but we have things to do. But don't worry, princess. I'll make it up to you later. I promise."
She shivered at the promise in his voice, her body still thrumming with desire. She couldn't help but be excited by his possessive tone, his authoritative demeanor. She wanted to be good for him, to please him. "I'll hold you to that promise," she said, her voice still a soft pout, even as a small smile played at the corner of her mouth.
He chuckled again, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Oh, I have no doubt you will, princess," he said, his hand stroking her cheek. "And you know I always keep my promises. Now come on, let's get you cleaned up and dressed. We have a dungeon to conquer."
She nodded reluctantly, her body still feeling like jelly from his touch. She knew he was right, they had responsibilities to take care of. And besides, the sooner they finished, the sooner they could get back to their fun. She slowly sat up, still feeling a bit dazed from their intense encounter.
He stood up from the bed, his body still radiating power and authority. He watched her, his gaze full of possession and arousal, as she slowly got up and made her way to the bathroom. He knew she was still feeling the aftermath of their encounter, he could see it in the way she moved, the way her body still trembled slightly.
As she disappeared into the bathroom, he took a moment to collect himself. He knew he needed to remain focused on the task at hand, but his body was still thrumming with desire. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself. But he couldn't help the possessive thoughts that ran through his mind, the way he wanted her, needed her, was becoming overwhelming.
He heard the water running in the bathroom, and he knew she was showering. The thought of her naked and wet in the shower was almost too much for him to handle. He clenched his fists, his body taut with tension. He wanted to go in there, join her, take her again and again. But he refrained, knowing that if he did, they'd never make it out of the room.
He took another deep breath, trying to calm the possessive thoughts that were taking over his mind. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on the clock on the nightstand. They were already running behind schedule, and they still had a dungeon to tackle. He needed to remain focused, to keep his mind clear and his priorities in check.
He heard the water shut off, and he knew she was getting ready. He could hear her moving around, likely dressing and drying off. He took one more deep breath, his body still taut with tension, his mind still racing with possessive thoughts.
Jasmine was in the process of getting dressed when the phone rang, cutting through the silence of the room. She paused, confused for a moment, before picking up the phone. "Hello?" she asked, her voice wary.