All Chapters of Tempted by My Enemy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nandini moved her belongings into Manik's room and she had pretty much taken over his room. Her clothes lay piled in a messy heap in his cupboard. She had simply just thrown it all in there, not bothering to use hangers or fold them. She took over most of the space on his vanity and in his bathroom too, filling it up with her lotions, skin care products, hair products and perfume. Her messy things clashed with his neatly arranged ones, causing Manik to groan in frustration under his breath. But the move meant both Manik and Nandini now had unrestricted access to each other. They were unstoppable and insatiable. They avoided each other at work as much as possible so as to not draw attention to themselves, but the second they were back at the flat, they would start fucking like a pair of rabbits. They would spend the nights exploring each other's bodies with madness and most of the time they would have rough, intense and passionate sex. They fucked whenever the urge hit them. In the lou

“What's going on in your mind, Nandini?” Manik whispered in between their kisses. His voice was gentle that tickled her senses. “Shut up!” She muttered against his lips, her words a tender command that held no real force.“I want to know….” His whisper grazed her lips, it was almost going to reveal the secrets she held. His words hung in the space between them. But Nandini had other plans.As time passed, her response became more fiery and determined. Their lips crashed against each other, they seemed to be in a silent battle. A sweet and loving battle where every kiss acted as both shield and sword and both of them were ready to lose the battle to each other. “Tell me, Nandini, what are you up to?” Manik asked once again in a playful tone.The curiosity in his voice was slowly giving way to a deeper need, the yearning that spoke of unspoken desires and unquenched thirsts.But Nandini remained unaffected. With each kiss she seemed to be telling that some secrets were meant to be ke

Manik's lips didn't remain idle on Nandini’s skin. They traced a careful path along the side of Nandini's face, descending gracefully to where neck meets shoulder, placing kisses imbued with silent promises and soft desire. Each kiss was a gentle yet fiery pledge, leaving a subtle warmth in its wake, arousing the senses subtly yet irrevocably. As Manik reached Nandini’s ear, the kisses turned into soft nibbles and gentle sucks. He took her earlobe, now bare of its glittering adornment, into his mouth, offering a tender suck that elicited a soft sigh from Nandini. The action caused a subtle, involuntary tightening of her hold on him, a reflexive response to the pleasurable sensations coursing through her veins. Simultaneously, his fingers found the delicate chain encircling her neck, fingers deft and gentle as they worked the clasp open. With the necklace freed, he continued his assault on her neck, lips brushing, sucking gently at the sensitive skin, eliciting quiet, breathy moans fr

Manik’s hands, large and somewhat trembling, grazed Nandini’s sides, drawing a shiver through her, reaching down to the softness of her thighs with delicate intent. Nandini exhaled a sigh, one that echoed with the intoxicating mix of anticipation and a hint of anxiety as she felt the insistent press of his erection against her abdomen. She shifted, a subtle, instinctual motion, driven by a deep-seated need she hadn't known she possessed, craving to have him nestled within her. However, in a swift, almost reluctant motion, Manik withdrew, his breath escaping in a jagged, uneven pants, creating a faint yet perceptible distance between their lips. Despite pulling away, he was drawn back, as if magnetically, to the allure of her mouth, depositing another kiss that seemed to teeter on the edge of desperation and insatiable need. "Nandini…." He took her name, a whisper threaded with emotions, noticeably struggling to tear himself away again from the pull of their intertwined lips. His gaze

"Are you sore?" Manik's voice was low. A husky whisper, grazed Nandini's senses, each syllable dripping with a curiosity, concern mingling with the smolder of raw, lingering desire. Nandini shook her head gently, her eyes were locked with his. "Good." He whispered back. His voice felt like a soft rumble that seemed to vibrate through the room, filling the space around them with an electrifying charge. The word lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken promises, teasing and tantalizing. His lips searched for hers in hunger, in craving. They brushed against each other. The soft, fleeting touch teased a rising tempest of want. Her hum, a soft, melodious vibration, caressed his senses, stoking the embers of desire, making him yearn for more. The taste of her lips, the warmth of her breath, the soft, enticing curves of her body made him crave for her more and more. "What are you wearing by the way?" Manik’s husky whisper danced across his lips, a teasing wind stirring embers. His ha