Arnav could feel it. The peculiar contrast of warmth and coolness radiating from her porcelain skin the moment his fingers brushed against it. It was like touching something sacred and forbidden all at once, a paradox that only made her more intoxicating. His movements were unhurried, deliberate, yet there was a growing intensity in the way his hands pressed into certain places, tracing her body. Those parts of her body he could reach and claim. His hands pressed a little deeper in places he had memorized long ago, places he knew would make her tremble. A pair of eyes stared back at him, eyes glazed with something between surrender and silent pleading. She was already adrift in the tide of longing, limbs soft, fingers wrapped lightly around his arms without any intent of resistance. His wi
