She had never done this before. Indulging in an intimate moment in public secrecy was filling her heart with both anxiety and excitement. She felt different.
Flustered, Ragini slapped a hand over her mouth, cheeks burning as if her own body had betrayed her.
"Wait… Rohit, no," she stammered breathlessly, her voice trembling between resistance and longing. "What if someone comes?"
He kissed her ear again, whispering warmly against her skin. "Don't worry. I locked it earlier."
His calm assurance steadied her nerves, but her body betrayed her even faster.
Every kiss on her neck, every brush of his lips, every squeeze of her breasts made her arch back into him, her breath breaking into helpless whimpers. She tried to push away, yet the pleasure held her captive.
Then his hand drifted lower, dangerously. He let go of her breast and tightened his hold on her waist, while his other hand searched for an opening in the folds of her saree.
