His fingers curled into the damp fabric of her panties, pulling them down her trembling thighs in one rough, eager motion. The air, cool against her newly bared skin, made her gasp, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from his body. Harshad dropped to his knees before her, his hands gripping her hips, holding her firmly in place against the wall.

“My turn,” he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. “I’m gonna feast on this perfect fucking pussy, Shivangi.”