Harshad muscles tensed for a mere second, a final, fleeting protest from a body already pushed to its limits, before he obeyed. The mattress dipped as Harshad rolled onto his back, his broad shoulders pressing into the sheets. His cock, slick from her hand and still rock-hard, lay against his stomach, a stark testament to pranali control. He was hers to command, and the raw need in his eyes confirmed it.

Pranali didn’t give him a moment to breathe. In one fluid, powerful motion, she straddled his chest, her knees pinning his arms to the bed on either side of his head. Her weight settled on him, not crushing, but dominant. Unavoidable. The damp, warm heat of her bikini bottoms pressed against his sternum. She loomed over him, a goddess of dark black hair and golden skin, her full, heavy breasts swaying mere inches from his face.