Pleasure rocketed through him, pulsing, and burning as he cried out and came harder than he ever had before. By the time the spasms eased, and he relaxed, Carina had sucked a deep bruise into the skin of his neck with her hot little mouth. She slid back into his lap and laid her head on his chest, panting slightly. “Ishaan, tell me how you feel?”

He could smell her; she was still aroused. So, he lifted his head to her ear. “I can smell you, Carina, smell your beautiful ...