Arnav wasn’t speaking. He didn’t pause. Didn’t hesitate. His silence was a language of its own. A storm of emotion too deep for words. He was heat and fury and lust made flesh. He seemed focused only on her, on shedding every layer of barrier between them. Fabric, pride, fear. His hands roamed her body like a map he’d once memorized but hadn’t touched in far too long. She felt the bite of his hunger in every kiss, every brush of his fingers as they traveled down her thighs and slipped beneath the last layers of silk that still dared to stand between them.
She gasped again when her hip bumped the edge of the desk, a brief sting of pain gone in an instant as his mouth met hers once more, stealing her breath, stealing her thoughts. Papers scattered, pens clattered to the floor, but neither o
