Arnav responded without hesitation to the silent plea in his wife's body gestures. He attempted to resume the game that had momentarily ended. His hands never once leaving the curve of her chest. Instead, they moved with increasing confidence like kneading, teasing, fingers circling her sensitive peak before giving it a firm, deliberate twist that drew a breathless gasp from Raellyn’s lips. Her back arched helplessly, both seeking and recoiling from the overwhelming sensation he was so expertly conjuring.
Without breaking contact, Arnav leaned forward to capture her mouth in his, claiming her with a kiss that was both deep and consuming. Their lips moved in perfect rhythm, urgent, demanding, needy. Raellyn whimpered softly against him, her hands instinctively reaching to clutch his arms,
