Rohit felt a surge of adrenaline when Ragini nodded meekly, accepting his proposal.
The confident, commanding woman was gone — what stood before him now was a maiden surrendering like a shy bride on her first night.
The contrast amused him, yet thrilled him even more.
Her fragrance lingered in the air, intoxicating, like an aphrodisiac fueling his hunger.
Pinning her hands above her head with one of his, he let the other glide slowly along her cheek, savoring the warmth of her flushed skin.
Ragini's face turned red, her gaze slipping downward as though too shy to meet his eyes. But Rohit tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him.
"You have the most beautiful face I've ever laid eyes on," he whispered, his voice low but serious.
Her breath quickened, chest rising and falling rapidly, enticing her excitement. Yet she remained silent, as though words might break the spell between them.
Rohit's lips curved faintly. "I hope you won't mind if I… taste it."
