"Shanaaaa..."
The agony-filled voice of him was a melody to her.
And Shana laughed.
A laugh that was an elixir, the antidote to the poison that had spread in Vihaan's heart.
The wetness and fullness of his lips traced her eyes, nose, cheeks, and jawline, stopping at the edge of her lips—but not for long. He did not give her enough time to restrain herself; his lips were already at the sweet spot.
The soft skin of her neck felt exactly the same, and he did not wait any longer.
"Vihaannn…" she screamed in pure pleasure when his teeth sank into her neck, but the pain was soothed as soon as his tongue slid over the bite, making her melt as she grabbed his head.
But he did not stop.
His tongue moved upward to her jawline, and soon her earlobe was wet.
"Fuckkk youu, Shanaa," he muttered, determined.
As well as hard.
Sucking her earlobe, his palm gripping her tender neck, he moved back to her neck and sucked hard.
