A low moan escaped Kiara’s throat as Abhimaan’s fingers traced the curve of her hipbone, the granite’s chill still seeping into her skin beneath the crumpled silk. "You’re...very bad," she breathed, her voice still thick. "You always get what you want."

His lips curled in a satisfied smirk, teeth flashing as he dragged his palm up her inner thigh, fingertips pressing just hard enough to make her gasp. "And yet," he murmured against the shell of her ear, his breath hot, "you never say no for long."