Atharva couldn’t hold back any longer. With a low growl, he suddenly pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy, making Ishani whimper at the sudden emptiness. In one powerful motion, he flipped her onto her stomach on the large bed, rose petals scattering around them.

He yanked the already-loose bathrobe completely off her body and threw it aside. Now she lay beneath him in just her black lace bra and matching panty both of which looked utterly useless at this point.