Virat’s hunger had crossed every limit now. With a low, animalistic growl, he ravished Ishani’s upper body like a man starved for years.

He first unhooked her black lace bra with one swift motion of his fingers. The delicate clasp gave way easily, and he tossed the soaked bra somewhere into the darkness of the room. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free — soft, round, and marked faintly with the red imprints of his earlier sucking. Her nipples, already hardened from the cool air and his relentless attention, stood begging for more.