We were tangled nacked together in bed, the room quiet and warm. He was sleeping calmly with his head resting on my chest. It had become his habit to fall asleep like this, and even now, my nipple was still held gently in his mouth.

His hand rested on my pussy, one finger positioned right at my entrance. Even in his sleep, his touch was enough to make me pulse with heat.

A memory of what happened just an hour ago flashed through my mind, making my cheeks burn.

An hour ago-

The moment Ishani stepped into the room, Vihan pinned her against the door.

He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a dangerously low, husky whisper. "You look breathtaking tonight, biwi," Vihan said, his thumb tracing the line of her chin.

"I spent the whole party trying to control myself. Honestly, I almost dragged you away early just so I could have you all to myself in this room."

Before she could find her breath to answer, he claimed her lips. He pinned both of her hands above her head, trapping her against the wood.

His kiss was slow and deep, savoring every bit of her as he pulled her lower lip into his mouth, tasting her with a hunger he had been hiding all night.

As she began to respond to his kiss, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. He deepened the kiss, his tongue swirling against hers in a slow, rhythmic dance that left her breathless.

He gave her lower lip a sharp, playful bite. Ishani let out a small hiss and gripped his arms tightly, her nails digging into his skin.

Without breaking the kiss, he reached for her shoulder and brushed the saree pallu aside, letting the silk slide to the floor. His hand moved to her waist, finding the string of her blouse and pulling it loose.

He quickly finished unwrapping the saree and lifted her into his arms. Her legs instantly hooked around his waist, pulling him closer.

As he released her wrists, she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him back into the kiss with a new wave of hunger.

He carried her to the bed and laid her down, quickly pulling his shirt and tossing it aside. Hovering over her, he shifted his focus to the sensitive skin of her neck. He moved from soft kisses to deep, firm suctions, occasionally nipping at her skin.

"Ahhh," Ishani whispered, arching her back as his teeth grazed her neck.

His hand moved to the knot of her petticoat, and she used her legs to help him slide the garment away. Finally, he reached for the hooks of her blouse, unfastening them one by one before throwing it somewhere across the room.

He looked deep into her eyes, his expression full of heat and devotion, and pressed a soft kiss to her eyelid. "I love you, my begum saheba."

Ishani looked up at him, her face flushed a deep crimson. "I love you, Vihan-ji," she breathed heavily.

He slowly lowered his gaze to her breast, his breath hitching as he looked at her. "God, you are so beautiful," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "I've missed my babies so much."

He cupped one breast firmly in his hand, his thumb brushing over the peak, while he leaned down to take the other into his mouth. He began to suckle her rhythmically, his tongue swirling around her. Ishani's breath caught; one of her hands gripped his hair, pulling him closer, while the other dug her nails into the muscles of his shoulder.

"Ummm..." Ishani moaned. A heavy, pulsing sensation was building deep inside her, a feeling so intense it made her crave even more of him.