Their movements grew steadier, the initial awkwardness replaced by an instinctual rhythm that seemed to have been written in the stars. Each thrust sent a new wave of sensation through Karishma's body, her nails digging into his skin as she matched his pace. The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the slick noise of their bodies moving together, and the occasional muffled moan.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, as if they had been made for this very moment. The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second. Karishma could feel the climax building within her, a delicious pressure that threatened to consume her entirely. She leaned down, her hair cascading around them, and whispered his name in his ear, her breath hot against his neck.