His fingers trailed down her collarbone with slow, possessive intent before pinching her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. "You taste like sin," he growled against her ear, his breath hot as his other hand slid down to grip her waist. "And tonight, I'm going to ruin you with it."

Her whimper was muffled against his shoulder as he dragged his teeth along her throat, his thumb circling her peaked nipple in teasing, torturous strokes. "Abhi..." His name broke into a moan when he twisted slightly, the sharp pleasure-pain making her arch into his touch.