Rajesh leaned down, his voice a dark, possessive whisper against durga ear. “You taste of me now. All of you is mine.”

The words, so low and intimate, coiled deep in Durga belly, a stark contrast to the lingering salt on her tongue. Her wrists were still bound by the silk sash, a soft, unyielding reminder of his control. She felt utterly spent, a vessel emptied and filled by him in turns. Her body hummed with a strange, heavy languor, every muscle lax and satisfied.