Aarav's eyes never left hers, the triumph in his gaze unmistakable. He watched her come, her face a mask of ecstasy and degradation that only served to stoke the fires of his desire. His hand slowly withdrew from her hair, his grip loosening as his orgasm subsided. He leaned back, his chest heaving, and smiled down at her, a smile that was more predatory than affectionate. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice still thick with lust .

With a sudden, almost gentle, move, Aarav flipped Raavi onto her back, her legs splayed open. He leaned down, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh as he licked a slow path up the inside of her thigh. Raavi's body quivered, her eyes locked onto his as he approached the apex of her thighs. His tongue flicked over her clit, a teasing touch that sent a jolt of pleasure through her, before he took it between his teeth and bit down, just hard enough to make her gasp.