Virat finally eased back from her armpits, leaving them flushed, slick, and tingling. Ishani’s chest rose and fell in harsh pants, her bound wrists tugging weakly against the silk, body trembling from the overload of sensation. Her skin glowed with a thin sheen of sweat; her eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide with need.

He shifted upward slowly, deliberately, until their faces were level again.