The air, still thick with the scent of their previous union, did little to cool Durga’s heated skin. She lay boneless beneath Rajesh’s heavy, satisfied weight, her mind a blissful haze. But his rest was momentary. With a low, possessive growl that vibrated through her back, his body tensed.

In one fluid, powerful motion, Rajesh shifted his weight and flipped durga. The world spun for a second, the silk sheets whispering against her sensitive skin as she found herself on her stomach. Before she could even process the change, his strong hands were on her hips, lifting, positioning her until she was on her hands and knees, exposed and vulnerable before him.