Jack leaned in and captured Arora's mouth in a kiss that devoured her completely. It wasn't gentle or teasing — it was raw, consuming, like he was eating her alive. His lips moved hungrily against hers, tongue sweeping deep, tasting every inch of her with desperate need. The kiss grew wetter, messier, filled with soft, wet sounds that echoed faintly in the quiet room. He only pulled back when his lungs screamed for air, both of them gasping, chests heaving in the dim golden lamplight.
Arora's eyes flashed with something dark and powerful. She shoved hard against his chest, forcing him down onto the mattress. The bed creaked under his weight as she swung her leg over and straddled his abdomen, her black lace dress hanging loosely from her shoulders, the delicate fabric barely clinging to her curves. The cool silk sheets beneath Jack contrasted sharply with the scorching heat of her thighs pressing against his skin.
