Her Kurti clung to her skin( cuz it's raining) transparent in places it shouldn’t be. Droplets slid down her throat, gathered at the hollow of her nape, traced the curve of her waist before disappearing inside fabric that now revealed more than it hid. He was watching silently..His jaw tightened~~jealous, hungry, undone by the way the water touched her like it had every right... and suddenly Their eyes locked, the air thick with something darker than innocence. He stepped closer, trapping her against the damp wall. Yet before his hand touched her, his voice was low, dangerous, trembling with restraint.
"Tell me I can."
She nodded—barely, but enough.
His palm pressed against her waist, fingers digging into the wet fabric. She shivered hard, a gasp caught between her lips. He pulled her closer, their soaked clothes fusing like a second skin. His breath brushed her cheek, her ear, her lips~hot and hungry....When his mouth finally claimed hers, it wasn’t gentle!! It was fire meeting storm. Their kiss was wet, desperate, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for control. She moaned into him, and he swallowed the sound like he’d been starving for it...Her hands clutched his shirt, nails scraping over his chest as his own hand slid lower, tracing the line of her spine, pressing her flush against him. Every raindrop still dripping from her hair to her throat became an excuse for his lips to travel—kissing, biting, tasting the places the storm had dared touch.
The festival drums thundered somewhere far away, but in their hidden corner, it was only the storm inside them.
