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Priya watched as Priyank brought the ice cream closer to her lips, the melted cream dripping from his hand, staining both their clothes.

“Thanks. I can eat myself,” Priya said, reaching for the ice cream.

“Your hand will get dirty, Angel. Just eat, or else I am going to eat it,” Priyank teased, daring her to touch his hand.

“Okay, as you wish,” Priya agreed, not wanting to forfeit the ice cream. She took her lips to the treat, savouring the cold sweetness as she licked and took small bites.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Priyank observed her actions, her hair falling freely over her face. With a gentle touch, he brushed her hair back, holding it back, allowing her to eat comfortably.

“Eat. Don’t worry,” Priyank reassured softly.

Priya took another bite, licking her lips. “You’re not eating? Isn’t it for you?”

“No. You can have it all. The way you asked for it was too sweet, how can I eat it?” Priyank replied with a smile, finally taking a bite.

“It’s dripping,” Priya observed, noticing the melted cream.

Without hesitation, she brought her lips to his thumb, licking away the dripping ice cream. Priyank’s thoughts spiralled as her tongue touched his thumb, igniting an unexpected intensity between them.

Their faces were inches apart, Priyank’s heart racing .

‘My heart, what is happening?’

As he questioned what was happening. He felt a surge of new sensations, his heart threatening to burst with every beat.

Priya attempted to pull back, but Priyank tightened his grip on her hair, preventing any escape.

“What are you doing?” Priyank asked, his voice husky with anticipation, as their proximity turned the once cold sweetness of ice cream into a heat burning him all.

“Nothing, it was about to drip, so I just licked it. Sorry for making your hand dirty,” Priya apologised, feeling the lameness of her action.

“You could make it as dirty as you want, Angel. I don’t mind,” Priyank growled, his voice laced with desire.

In his eyes, she could never taint him; she was pure, and his OCD and hate for women seemed to vanish in her presence.

How could he ever think of her as dirty? If anything, it felt like she was cleansing him with her touch, contrary to her misguided notion that she could make him dirty.

“Mhmm, please let go of my hair, it’s hurting,” Priya said, attempting to pull away, but Priyank’s grip remained firm.

“Lick it all, sweetheart. We don’t want to waste any ice cream, do we? Look at how it’s dripping onto our clothes,” Priyank commanded.

Despite his aversion to anything sweet, which he considered poison, Priyank found himself reconsidering after sharing this intimate moment and tasting the same ice cream Priya had.

The idea of eating together seemed appealing to him, a way to further deepen their connection and closeness.

“Why? You can eat it, I don’t have any problems,” Priya exclaimed, taken aback.

She couldn’t comprehend his sudden desire to eat ice cream like this. Who even eats ice cream like that?

‘Couples do, didn’t you see it in movies?’ her mind answered.

That was true. She had seen it in movies before, but they weren’t a couple, so why did he want them to eat like that?

“I have no problems either if we eat together. So, how about we share?” Priyank suggested, hoping Priya would fall for his subtle suggestion.

He couldn’t admit to her that he wanted to eat with her because being close to her made him feel a rush of desire he struggled to control. She had a way of stirring something inside him, something primal and irresistible.

In his eyes, she was more tempting than any ice cream, her presence alone igniting a fire within him that he couldn’t ignore.

The way Priya looked at the ice cream made Priyank wish she could look at him the same way. If she did, he would have her beneath him every second, without giving her a chance to escape.

He desired to possess her completely, not allowing her to have anything or anyone else but him. However, he knew that his desires were merely fantasies until Priya gave her consent.

While he might exert force in other aspects of their relationship, he couldn’t bring himself to take her for the first time by force. He wanted their first intimate moment to be filled with pleasure and consent, not tainted by coercion or aggression.

It wasn’t just Priya’s first time; Priyank was a virgin too, and he didn’t want to spoil the intimacy by forcing her.

‘Who knows, things can change in an instant,’ his conscience remarked.

Despite this awareness, Priyank chose to focus on the present moment and enjoy the ice cream with Priya.

“Are you going to eat?” Priyank asked, nudging the ice cream cone closer to her, causing some cream to smear on her nose.

Priya gasped in surprise, about to say something, but before she could, Priyank playfully pushed the cream-covered side of the cone into her mouth. The ice cream acted as a sweet barrier between them, but the closeness, his hand tangled in her hairs, the touch of their foreheads, was undeniably provocative.

Priya’s mouth was filled with the half-melted ice cream, some of it tickling her lips and dribbling down her chin. In that moment, she looked irresistibly sexy to Priyank, causing a shift in his perception.

He withdrew his lips from the ice cream and lowered his face closer to her chin. With a slow, deliberate movement, he licked the dripping ice cream from her chin, finding the sweetness even more intoxicating than the bites he had taken directly from the cone.

As Priyank savoured the sweetness lingering on Priya’s chin, he felt a surge of desire coursing through him.

Priya’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the warmth of his tongue against her skin.

‘What is he doing?’ Priya wondered, trying to make sense of the situation as the tickling sensation on her jaw became almost unbearable.

“I can play that game too, you know?” Priyank said with a hint of challenge in his voice. “You licked my thumb because it was dripping, so now I licked your chin. That makes us even, doesn’t it?”

‘Is it?’