His mouth remained locked on her nipple, the rough scrape of his teeth sending fresh shivers through her chest as he sucked harder, pulling the tender bud into the depths of his throat. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, the dampness of his saliva mingling with the sheen of her own arousal that had already begun to slick the inside of her thighs.

A low, involuntary whine escaped her lips, half protest, half plea, as his other hand slid lower, fingers pressing firmly against the swollen seam where her lehenga met her skin, teasing the slick heat that pooled there.