The rhythmic pull, the feel of her boobs  in his mouth, the soft sounds of her pleasure—all of it fueled the dark, intense desire that thrummed through him. He switched his attention to the other breast, his mouth latching on with the same fervent hunger, while his hand now pinched and kneaded the first, creating a dizzying assault on her senses. He alternated between them, sucking deeply, pinching firmly, his actions a clear, possessive claim on her body. Mahi was lost in the overwhelming sensations, her head thrown back, her breath coming in ragged gasps, completely at his mercy and loving every intense, demanding touch.

His lips finally released her breast, leaving a trail of glistening saliva and hot, swollen flesh. His dark eyes, still blazing with unbridled hunger, devoured her for another moment before he shifted. With a swift, decisive motion, he reached down, his fingers finding the edge of her saree. The fabric, already loose, offered no resistance as he pulled, stripping it away to reveal her bare legs, now only covered by a small, lacey panty.