Shivangi shivered, her body instinctively responding to the promise in his words. He didn’t have to say it—she could feel it in the way he looked at her, in the way his hands tightened possessively around her hips. He was far from done with her, and if the fire coursing through her veins was any indication, she wasn’t done with him either.

Harshad leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, a musky, intimate flavor that sent a fresh, shocking jolt of desire straight to her still-throbbing clit. His hard cock pressed against her stomach, a thick, demanding presence.