For the last ten minutes Rohit sat completely still on the edge of the bed, naked, breathing slow and deliberate.
The adrenaline from the life-and-death fight earlier still hummed under his skin. That, mixed with Akansha's constant teasing, had pushed him far more than he liked to admit.
He stared down at her unconscious form — hair tangled, skin glistening with sweat, cum, and her own juices, and felt a quiet, dark satisfaction settle in his chest.
'She pushed. I pushed back harder. That's how it has to be.'
When the ten minutes were up, he stood, still calm. He wasn't the type to feel guilty for leaving a woman unconscious after what they'd done. Not when lives were on the line.
He took a quick shower, dressed in fresh clothes, then walked to the small fridge and pulled out a chilled bottle of water. Tilting it, he let a few cold droplets fall across Akansha's flushed face.
