“Actually, it’s your lucky day,” Raellyn whispered, her voice tinged with both shyness and boldness. She leaned her head back, choosing to stare at the ceiling rather than meeting Arnav’s smoldering gaze. Her breaths came out slow, uncertain, as if she was bracing herself for what was to come.
“You’re already this desperate for me, hmm?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire and disbelief.
But Raellyn didn't answer. She didn’t need to. The way her body reacted. The arch of her back, the trembling of her thighs was more honest than words could ever be.
And then he moved forward, tasting her with a hunger that had long simmered just beneath the surface. His lips explored her delicately at first, tracing slow patterns like a painter mesmerized by his canvas. Every movement was patient,
