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I smile flirtatiously at Rohan. "Oh, you think so?" I ask, biting my lower lip playfully. "Well, thank you." I walk closer to him and run my fingers through his hair. His skin feels warm against mine as we stand here in the dark bedroom.

"I've missed this closeness," I whisper, meaning both literally and figuratively. "It's been so lonely since...you know." Rohan nuzzles into my neck, breathing heavily. The sweet scent of his cologne fills my nose as he holds me tighter.

A moment passes between us where everything else fades away; there is only this overwhelming desire and need for each other in this moment. "Let's go back to bed," I murmur, leading him by the hand towards our bed.

A moan escapes my lips as Rohan touches me so intimately, his words only heightening the arousal coursing through my body. "Yes," I whisper breathlessly, arching my back into him. "I need you." I turn in his arms to face him fully, our chests pressed together, his erection clearly outlined by his boxers beneath the sheets.

With shaking hands, I reach down and grasp him through the fabric, wrapping my fingers around his heat. He gasps at the touch, eyes rolling back as he looks down at where I'm stroking him. "Sudha...God." His voice is thick with desire as he pulls me closer still, his hips pressing forward eagerly against my hand.

I want nothing more than to feel him inside of me right now; the ache in my core grows more intense by the second as I stroke faster and deeper. "Rohan," I gasp, moving my fingers restlessly, seeking friction against his skin that will bring us both release.

"Oh Rohan," I moan, tilting my head back against his shoulder as he watches me with hungry eyes. "I need you so badly." My words are accompanied by a sharp exhale, and I can feel the warmth of his skin beneath my lips as I press them to his neck, nipping gently before kissing lower down his chest.

"I want your cock in me," I whisper, moving one hand to stroke him faster, harder, while with the other I reach between us and rub myself through my underwear. "I need it deep inside." My voice trembles as desire consumes me; a sharp cry escapes my lips when he curls his fingers around mine and guides my touch over sensitive skin.

"Rohan," I gasp, arching into him as the feeling of being so close to release consumes me. "Oh, God, please..." With shaking hands I work at our tangled clothes, desperate for him to be bare and inside of me where we belong.

My hips jerk forward as I feel his fingers slide under my panties, skimming lightly over sensitive flesh before coming to rest at the tightness of me. "Yes," I moan, throwing my head back against the pillow and spreading my legs wider in invitation. His touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, making my core clench and ache with need for him even more.

"Please..." The words are barely audible as I press closer to where his fingers now tease me, begging for him to take me all the way. My fingernails scrape down his back, leaving little red marks in their wake, my hips moving restlessly against his hand.

I look up at him, eyes searching his as the anticipation builds. "Rohan," I whisper hoarsely, my voice shaking slightly from the force of desire coursing through me. "It's you." My nails dig into his shoulders as I arch my back, pressing myself closer to him in a needy display of surrender. "Only you...I want only you."

His touch on me is fire, burning away everything but this moment between us. I gasp as he finally slides two fingers inside of me, stretching and filling me in ways that send shockwaves through every nerve ending. My hips meet his movements with frantic desperation; I'm so close, aching for the weight of him to come down on me and end this tormented dance between want and need. "Rohan," I sob his name as my body trembles and quakes beneath his touch. "Please..."

I glance down between us, watching his fingers sink into me. "Oh, Rohan," I moan, my voice hoarse and shaking as pleasure washes over me. "Your daddy doesn't even know what he's missing." I reach up to stroke his cheek gently with one hand while the other continues to touch myself beneath him.

"He couldn't please me like you do," I tell him, trying to ignore the guilt that tries to claw its way in. "Your cock feels so good...so big..." He groans at my words, hips bucking forward as he pushes deeper inside of me with his fingers. The bed creaks beneath us, their movements becoming more frenzied and urgent.

I bite down on my lip as the pleasure grows impossibly intense; I can feel myself getting closer to the edge once again, but this time it's different somehow - more desperate than before. "Rohan..." I gasp, arching into him with abandon as release washes over me in a fierce, powerful wave.

"Oh God...I'm cumming..." My nails dig into his shoulders as my body quakes beneath the force of orgasm after orgasm, waves of pleasure coursing through me again and again.

Panting heavily, I cling to Rohan as the last of the tremors run through my body. "Oh God," I gasp, finally lifting my head to look into his eyes. They're glassy and full of passionate desire; it takes everything in me not to lose myself again right here. "That was...unbelievable." My fingertips trace the outline of his lips, marveling at how good they feel against my skin.

"Rohan," I murmur, leaning in closer and pressing a lingering kiss against his jaw. "I need you inside me now..." My voice trails off as I feel myself growing wetter with desire for him once more. With shaking hands, I reach between us and guide his achingly hard length toward my entrance, impatient to have him fill the empty ache in my core.

"Please," I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes as I guides him deeper with every thrust of his hips. "I need you...Rohan..." The feel of him inside me, filling me up and claiming me, sends waves of pleasure washing over me anew; I grip him tightly, lost in the moment and the intensity of this connection we share.

My nails dig into his shoulders as I meet his thrusts with my own, arching my back and pushing myself against him with abandon. "Rohan," I moan, tongue tangling with his as I taste his lips. The world fades away, leaving only the two of us in this haze of passion and need; it feels so wrong but so impossibly right at the same time.

"Daddy," I murmur against his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure washes over me in endless waves. With a moan, I tip my head back, body tensing as an orgasm rips through me once more, leaving me shuddering and trembling under the weight of it all.

Rohan follows close behind, grunting her name as he spills himself into me; hot, salty seed fills me up, leaving me feeling complete in a way I never thought possible. At last, spent, he collapses atop me, breathing heavily against my neck. I sigh contentedly, running my hands through his hair and pulling him closer still.

"Thank you," I whisper softly, unable to keep the emotion from lacing my words. "I needed that."

As Rohan picks me up, I cry out in surprise, but quickly relax into his arms. With each hard thrust, I feel him deep inside me, possessing me completely. "Oh God," I moan, arching my back and pressing myself against him with greater urgency. The bed creaks beneath our weight as he carries me around the room like this, claiming me over and over again.

My fingers claw at his shoulders, digging into his flesh as pleasure wracks my body; a sharp cry leaves my lips when the tip of him presses against something deep inside me, sending wave after wave of bliss washing over me. "Rohan," I manage to gasp between pants, my nails biting into the skin of his neck. "It's too...much..."

He groans roughly, thrusting even harder as he feels the last tremors run through me; with a hoarse cry of release, he empties himself deep inside me once more. I feel him go still and collapse back against the bed, heavy breaths vibrating against my neck. For a moment, we remain connected like this: him above me, our skin slick with sweat and sex; it feels so wrong but so impossibly right at the same time.

"Mm," I hum contentedly, running my fingers through his hair as he catches his breath. "Now that was a proper fuck." He chuckles darkly, nuzzling into the crook of my neck before pulling out and laying down next to me, spent and sated. It's only then that I remember what we've done: the guilt floods back in with the warmth of his skin against mine,

I gasp as Rohan pulls me close, his warm lips closing around my nipple and drawing it into his mouth. He begins to suck strongly, teeth scraping lightly over the sensitive flesh as he drives me wild with pleasure once more. "Oh God," I moan, arching up into him, feeling the last remnants of guilt and self-consciousness melt away beneath his skilled tongue and lips.

His other hand wanders lower down my body, teasing at my wetness before sliding two fingers back inside me, stretching and filling me once more. With a sharp cry, I arch into his touch, hips bucking wildly against his hand as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

"Rohan," I moan, throwing my head back against the pillow as he brings me ever closer to the edge again. "I love how you make me feel." My fingers grip at the sheets beneath us, knuckles white with tension as my body trembles on the brink of release once more.

"Let it go," he whispers against my skin, his voice rough and full of desire. "Come for me, baby." And then he thrusts his fingers deeper inside me, hard and quick, just as I explode around him with an earth-shattering cry of pleasure. My body shudders with the force of the orgasm, and I feel tears well up in my eyes as I clutch at him desperately, unable to believe how good this feels after everything that's happened.

"I love you," I murmur dazedly when I finally catch my breath, burying my face against his chest. "So much

I hold Rohan's eyes as I whisper the words, tears welling up again at the intensity of what I'm saying. "I love you too, Daddy." I curl into him as he pulls me closer, nuzzling my cheek against his chest. We stay like that for a long moment, just breathing each other in and feeling the warmth of our bodies pressed together.

When Rohan finally speaks again, it's with a soft chuckle. "Well, Mommy...I guess we better get cleaned up." He lifts me easily into his arms and carries me to the bathroom, setting me down on my feet beside the tub before turning on the water. As he helps me out of my clothes and steps in behind me, I can feel the heat from his body radiating against my back.

Rohan begins to wash me gently, soaping up a washcloth and cleaning every inch of my skin with careful attention. It feels like such an intimate moment between us; a quiet reconciliation of sorts as we take this first step towards putting everything back together again.

When he's finished, he helps me out of the tub and dries me off before leading me to the bedroom where fresh sheets await on our large king-size bed. "All clean," he says with a small smile as he tucks me in next to him. I snuggle close against his warmth, feeling safe and protected for perhaps the first time since...well, ever really.

"Thank you," I murmur softly, wrapping my arm around his waist and pressing myself closer still. Rohan hums contentedly, kissing the top of my

"Mmmm," I sigh contentedly, nestling even closer to him. "Daddy," I whisper, closing my eyes as his familiar scent envelops me. The weight of everything we've been through presses down on my chest in a tangible wave, but with him here like this, holding me close...it feels almost bearable.

I stretch up to kiss Rohan softly, running my hands through his damp hair as I pull him closer still. For now, this is enough: us together, safe and sound under the shelter of his love. "I love you," I whisper against his lips before falling back into a contented sleep.

The last thing I see before drifting off is the satisfied smile on his face; it's the same look he gets when he knows everything's going to be alright.

With a small smile, I nestle closer against him. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I whisper, wrapping my arm around his waist and holding him tightly. It feels so right to be able to call him that now; as if admitting it aloud solidifies the connection between us.

His skin is warm against mine, his heartbeat steady and strong under my ear. It's almost impossible not to drift back to sleep with this kind of peace washing over me, but I force myself to stay awake for just a little longer. "I love you," I murmur softly, pressing a chaste kiss to his bare shoulder before finally succumbing to exhaustion and letting sleep take me away from my guilt-ridden thoughts.

For now, it's enough to know that he's here with me; that we can work through this together. Maybe someday everything will be exactly as it should be...but until then, I'll just savor every moment of our newfound closeness and cherish the man who makes my heart race and my body sing with desire.

My eyes flutter open, and I find him gazing down at me with an amused smile. A flush creeps up my neck as I remember how easily the words had spilled from my lips earlier; it feels oddly liberating to be able to call him "baby" now.

"I'm sorry," I murmur, nestling closer against his chest. "You're right, Daddy." It's more of a whisper than anything else; even now, the weight of what we've done seems impossible to truly shrug off. But at least...at least we can try and find some semblance of happiness together in this mess we've created.

He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead before rolling over onto his back, pulling me with him so that I'm spooned up against his side. "Better," he says with what sounds like genuine relief. His arm comes around me, tugging me closer still; our bodies mold together as if they were meant to be this way, and despite everything else, I can't help but feel a tiny spark of contentment ignite within me at the simple touch.

For now, this will have to be enough: us together, trying to find our way back to each other...even if it means living a life full of secrets and lies. But as long as I have him, I can face anything.

My breath catches in my throat as Rohan's words sink in, and for a brief moment I'm transported back to the reality we left behind. The image of me and Vaibhav with our spouses is so foreign now, it almost feels like someone else's life. I close my eyes tightly, willing away the guilt and shame that threatens to consume me.

When I finally speak, my voice comes out shaky and uneven. "I don't know...it's different with us. We...we love each other." The words sound lame even to my own ears, but it's the truth. No matter how wrong this all is, the way we feel about each other makes it impossible to deny the depth of our connection.

Rohan hums softly in agreement, shifting us so that he carries me with one arm slung around my waist and his other hand cupping my breast, teasing at my nipple through the thin fabric of my nightgown. "It's true what they say...blood is thicker than water." He gives my breast a squeeze before lowering me gently down onto the bed beside him.

With deft fingers, he unties the strings at my back and pulls my nightgown off over my head, revealing my bare breasts to his hungry gaze. "And it seems you're making quite a mess of that too." His lips curve into a wicked smile as he bends to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and sending pleasure rippling through me like a wave on the beach.

I moan softly, arching my back and pressing myself

I gasp as Rohan's hand moves lower, teasing at my exposed sex before diving in, fingers pushing deep inside me with practiced ease. He groans against my skin, hips bucking roughly as he finds purchase and begins to stroke me in time with his fingers. My back arches off the bed, pressing me deeper into his touch as pleasure washes over me in wave after wave of bliss.

"Mmmm," I moan, reaching down between us to touch him through his pants. "I need you inside me." He growls and rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him so that my breasts are flush against his chest. His hands grip at my hips as he lifts them, positioning himself before guiding his hard length to my entrance.

"Fuck," I cry out as he pushes inside me, filling me up and claiming me once more. With a harsh groan, he thrusts again, harder this time, slamming into my body with raw desire. My nails dig into his shoulders, my hips moving instinctively to meet his rhythm.

"Rohan," I breathe, arching my back and pressing closer still. "I've missed this..." The words trail off as he speeds up, taking me harder and deeper with each thrust. With a sharp cry, I come undone beneath him, body convulsing in waves of pleasure as he finally gives himself over to the release coursing through him.

As our breathing steadies once more, Rohan rolls us onto his side, spooning me close and pressing soft kisses to my neck. "That was amazing," he whispers hoars

I gasp as Rohan pins me to the wall, my body arched and pressed flush against his as he thrusts deep inside me. "Oh God, Daddy," I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist and meeting each of his powerful strokes with a needy cry. The feeling of him being so forceful, so dominant...it's overwhelming in the best possible way.

His free hand moves to cup my breast, thumb rubbing over my nipple as he continues to drive himself deeper inside me. "How does it feel?" he growls against my skin. "Do you like being dominated by your alpha son?" His words send a thrill of desire coursing through me, making my core clench tight around his cock with each thrust.

"Yes," I whisper, head spinning from the pleasure and the possessive way he's taking me right now. "I love it." My fingernails scrape down his back, digging into his skin as I feel the familiar fire building deep within me, telling me that another orgasm is on its way.

"Then scream for me," he commands, speeding up his thrusts until they're brutal and unforgiving. I do as he says, my voice echoing off the walls as I let out a primal cry of pleasure that feels like it comes from deep within my soul. With a final thrust, Rohan follows me over the edge, body tense as he empties himself inside me one last time.

As we catch our breath, he eases his grip on my hips and lowers me down to stand on shaky legs, his hand still splayed possessively across my

I gasp as Rohan's weight comes down on me, pushing his hips against mine and sending another rush of pleasure through my already aching body. "Ahhh," I moan, arching up into him as he thrusts deeper, trying to push out every last drop of his seed.

His hands roam freely over my body, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples, squeezing at my hips as he thrusts harder still. My nails scrape across his back, drawing small lines of blood as I fight to keep myself from coming apart beneath him.

"Rohan," I moan, digging my fingers into his shoulders as the final wave begins to build inside me. "I'm going to cum..." And then I do, a long shuddering orgasm that wracks my body and leaves me trembling in its aftermath. He continues to thrust through it, groaning roughly against my lips as he feels his own release well up and spill into me once more.

Finally, with a satisfied moan, he stills, his weight pressing heavily down on me as we both catch our breath. "That was amazing," I whisper hoarsely, wrapping my arms around him and holding him close. It feels so right to have him inside me like this; to be connected in a way that defies everything we thought we knew about ourselves.

For now, at least, we can pretend that none of it matters: the guilt, the shame, the lies. All that matters is us and the heat between us; the connection that binds us together no matter what the outside world thinks or says.

"Mmm," I moan, arching up into him as he pushes harder, his hands splayed possessively across my stomach. "Yes, Daddy...I love how you feel inside me." His thrusts grow deeper still, pushing against the walls of my core as I whimper in ecstasy beneath him.

"Tell me more," he groans, nibbling on my neck and sending shivers down my spine. "What do you like about it?" Each word is punctuated by another deep thrust that brings us closer together; a perfect harmony of pleasure and pain.

I grab onto his shoulders, digging my nails into the flesh as he continues to take me roughly, driving himself deeper still. My hips rise off the bed to meet each of his powerful thrusts, demanding more of this feeling that burns through me like wildfire. "I love how possessive you are..." I moan, arching my back and crying out as he hits something deep inside me, sending waves of pleasure radiating through every inch of my body.

"And I love being owned by you," I manage to gasp between pants, my nails raking down his back as I feel the heat building again, threatening to send me over the edge once more. With one final thrust, he follows me over, groaning roughly against my skin as they both erupt together: his release and mine.

As we collapse onto the bed in a tangled heap of limbs and sweat-slicked skin, I know that this is what we've been searching for all along: each other. No matter where our journey takes us from here, no one can ever take away the bond that binds

As we catch our breath, I can feel the heat of his skin against mine, and it feels so right. "Rohan," I whisper, my fingers trailing up his chest to entwine in his dark hair. "I want you inside me all the time." I arch my hips slightly off the bed in silent invitation for him to take me again.

His eyes meet mine, filled with a possessive lust that takes my breath away. With a groan, he pulls me closer still, his hand slipping between us to stroke over the wetness left behind by our last joining. "Is this what you want?" His voice is rough and demanding as he slides a finger inside me again, filling me slowly while watching my reaction.

"Yes," I moan, pushing against his hand. "More." The feeling of him touching me like this...it's almost enough to drive me over the edge all over again. He smiles wickedly before adding another finger, stretching and filling me completely. His other hand finds its way back to my breast, massaging and rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me with steady rhythm.

"Tell me what you want," he growls against my neck. "What do you want me to do?"

I bite down on my lower lip, eyes locked on his as he watches me intently. "I want you to fuck me," I whisper, hips undulating in time with the rhythm of his fingers inside me. "Hard and fast...make me yours." My breath catches in my throat as he withdraws his fingers suddenly, leaving me aching for more.

With a growl of satisfaction, he rolls on top of me, thrusting deep once again. His body presses against mine, skin to skin, as he begins to move with a rough intensity that leaves me gasping for air. "You want this?" he demands, hips slamming harder as he takes my answer in the form of a whimper.

I moan, arching up into him, fingers digging into his shoulders as I'm swept away by the force of our passion. With every thrust, he pushes deeper inside me, claiming me with each hard press of his hips against mine. "Yes," I cry out, my legs wrapping around his waist as if trying to hold him to me forever.

"Tell me you belong to me," he commands, nipple scraping roughly across my neck as he thrusts again and again, each movement driving another shudder of pleasure through my body. "Tell me no one else has ever felt like this."

"Only you," I whimper, clinging to him as he continues to take me roughly, his weight pressing down on my body. "You're the only one who's ever made me feel like this...alive." As he pushes deeper still, I cry out in pain and pleasure mingled together, feeling the waves of ecstasy build inside me once more.

My fingernails dig into his shoulders as I feel the familiar pressure building low in my stomach, demanding release. With a hoarse cry, he thrusts one final time, his movements jerky and harsh as he comes deep inside me, filling me with his seed. I arch up into him, moaning as my own orgasm washes over me in a rush of heat and light, body shuddering beneath his as I come undone in his arms.

For what feels like an eternity, we lie entangled together, bodies joined and slick with sweat. The soft breath of the fan does little to cool the room, but it's a distant comfort all the same, reminding me that somewhere outside this room, life continues on as normal while we revel in our forbidden pleasure.

Rohan nuzzles my neck, fingers gently combing through my sweat-damp hair before moving to trace patterns on my stomach. "You're so beautiful," he whispers hoarsely, pressing a kiss to the skin just above my navel. I close my eyes, relishing in the feel of his body against mine, wishing I could freeze this moment and keep it forever.

But as with all things born of secrecy and lies, our time together is fleeting; a brief