He only laughed, dark and taunting, the sound curling low in his throat like a promise of ruin. His eyes burned with a dangerous hunger, shadowed and merciless. "Abhi toh tujhe bhut kuch dekhna baaki hai," he snarled, his hips slamming into her with a force that made her knees buckle, the jolt running up her spine like a whip. His fingers bit into her waist, possessive and bruising, dragging her back onto his cock with each punishing thrust as though he wanted her body to remember only him.

("You still have a lot to see,")