The lock had barely clicked shut before Rajesh was back between her legs. His fingers, still slick from before, pushed into her again—two, then three—stretching her open while his mouth found her neck. He kissed and bit along the side of her throat, leaving marks that would be hard to hide in the morning.

Ananya’s hands scrambled at the waistband of his pyjamas. She shoved them down far enough to free his cock. It sprang out thick and heavy, the head already wet. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked, feeling the heat and the pulse under the skin. He was bigger than she had imagined—long, veined, the head flared and dark.