Vihaan's hands moved with fierce intention, every touch, every stroke designed to unravel Rehaan piece by piece. The air around them thickened with heat and desire, their breaths mingling in ragged gasps as the tension spiraled toward a breaking point.
Rehaan's body convulsed beneath Vihaan's touch, trembling like a live wire pushed beyond its limits. His muscles tensed and jerked uncontrollably, every nerve screaming with pleasure and need. Vihaan's name tore itself from Rehaan's lips again and again, raw and desperate.
> "Vihaan… Vihaan… Vihaan…"
Each utterance was a surrender, a desperate plea that filled the room with electricity. Vihaan's eyes darkened with possessive hunger as he watched Rehaan fall deeper under his spell, utterly undone.
> "That's it," Vihaan whispered, voice low and rough, "Say my name. Only mine, Rehaan. Only mine."
Rehaan's hands gripped at the sheets, his head thrown back, exposed and vulnerable. His breaths came in broken, shuddering waves as Vihaan's touch drove him closer and closer to the edge.
> "I'm yours… Vihaan… only yours…"
Vihaan lowered his mouth to Rehaan's ear, his hot breath sending chills down Rehaan's spine.
> "Scream for me. Let me hear it."
And Rehaan did. His voice cracked as he cried out Vihaan's name—loud, urgent, reverberating through the room like a storm.
> "Vihaan! Vihaan! Vihaan!"
The sound was a raw confession, a fiery testament to the hold Vihaan had on him. Vihaan's hands tightened, his lips claimed Rehaan's in a fierce kiss, sealing the moment where control, passion, and love collided in a whirlwind of sensation.
As Rehaan's body spasmed in waves of release, Vihaan held him close, whispering words only he could hear.
> "Mine. Forever mine."
In that sacred space, nothing else existed—just the echo of Rehaan's cries and Vihaan's relentless devotion.
Vihaan's grip tightened as he shifted their rhythm, guiding Rehan with a deep intensity that sent a sharp gasp tearing from his lips. The sudden change made Rehan's body arch instinctively, his hands flying to clutch Vihaan's shoulders for support as his world spiraled again.
> "Vihaan—!" Rehan cried out, his voice cracking in both shock and need.
Vihaan's expression was fierce, but his eyes never left Rehan's face—not even for a second. It wasn't just control he craved—it was Rehan's every reaction, every tremble, every breath. He wanted to see it all.
> "Look at me," Vihaan commanded in a husky tone, brushing a strand of hair from Rehan's flushed forehead. "I want to watch you fall apart… just for me."
Rehan's nails bit into Vihaan's skin, the change in position amplifying everything. He couldn't hide the way his body responded—how every nerve was now alight and tangled in Vihaan's presence.
> "Vihaan… I—can't…!" he gasped, overwhelmed.
> "Yes, you can," Vihaan whispered against his neck. "You've never belonged to anyone before, have you?"
Rehan barely shook his head, too consumed to answer fully.
> "But now… you're mine," Vihaan growled, "And I'll make sure you never forget that."
Rehan broke then—completely. A cry of Vihaan's name echoed around the room, again and again, desperate and unrestrained. There was no more space for pride, for resistance. He was unraveling, wholly, completely, under Vihaan's hands… under Vihaan's claim.
The world narrowed to the sound of his name being whispered like a sacred chant, screamed like a confession.
> "Vihaan! Vihaan…!"
And Vihaan kissed him through it—slow, deep, tender and rough all at once, sealing the moment in heat and something dangerously close to love.The room had quieted, the frenzy of need now replaced by a breathless silence. The only sound that lingered was the soft rustle of sheets and the occasional hum of night wind brushing past the glass balcony doors.
Rehan lay still—completely still—his head resting on Vihaan's arm, his lips parted as he drifted off into sleep, his chest rising and falling with an uneven, tired rhythm. His skin still glistened with the remnants of their night, and Vihaan, now wide awake, simply looked at him.
He watched every detail—the way Rehan's lashes fluttered slightly even in sleep, the delicate crease in his brow, the faint tremble in his fingers from being utterly undone. He'd never seen someone surrender so completely before. And more terrifyingly, he'd never felt the weight of that surrender so deeply in his own chest.
> "You drive me mad," Vihaan whispered under his breath, brushing his knuckles along Rehan's cheek.
Slowly, without waking him, Vihaan untangled himself from Rehan. He moved with care—delicate and deliberate—like someone handling something rare, something precious. Rehan murmured something in sleep, his fingers reaching out even in his unconscious state, as if instinctively trying to hold on.
Vihaan's lips twitched into a faint, soft smile, rare for the man who was always stone and steel.
Then, with the same hands that had claimed Rehan so fiercely just moments ago, he began to soothe.
He slipped the covers off gently and began to massage Rehan's legs and hips, pressing into the sore muscles with slow, circular motions. His touch was expert, practiced—not just from habit but because he cared. Because he knew. He knew the pain that would come in the morning. And though he could dominate Rehan without restraint… he could also tend to him in silence, offering care no one else ever saw from him.
> "You'll hate me for this ache tomorrow," Vihaan muttered as his thumbs pressed tenderly into Rehan's thighs, "but at least you'll know I'm not the kind of man who forgets what he takes."
There was no smugness now. No smirk. Just the quiet tension of a man who didn't understand how he got here—why someone like Rehan had crawled under his skin and stayed.
Rehan stirred slightly under his hands but didn't wake. Vihaan leaned forward and kissed his shoulder softly, almost like an apology… or maybe a promise.
> "Sleep, agent," he whispered against his skin. "You're mine now, whether you realize it or not."
As the night deepened, Vihaan lay back beside him, one arm slipping gently under Rehan's head again. He stared up at the ceiling, unsure of what tomorrow would bring.
But for now, he closed his eyes—and for the first time in years, Vihaan Roy fell asleep with someone in his arms… and didn't feel the need to run.