Raellyn writhed beneath him, her back arching off the bed as a helpless moan escaped her lips. It was too much. Too intoxicating and yet, she didn’t want it to stop. Each surge of pleasure was a sweet, maddening torment, stealing her breath, leaving her chest heaving as heat coiled in the pit of her stomach.
Every time she instinctively tried to squirm away from the unbearable bliss, Arnav’s strong hands caught her hips with ease, holding her firmly in place. His dominance only stoked the fire burning inside her, sending another rush of desire straight between her trembling thighs. She felt both trapped and worshipped, every sense electrified by the man who knew her body better than anyone ever could.
Arnav’s eyes remained locked on her face, even as his tongue danced mercilessly against
