The fifth day at the secluded villa felt like a fragile dream wrapped in forbidden heat. Meera stood on the private balcony, the morning breeze playing with the loose strands of her hair. Her body still hummed from the previous night’s intense lesson—Rudra’s mouth devouring her breasts until they were tender and marked, his thick fingers and the vibrating dildo stretching her virgin pussy while he whispered filthy praises that made her come undone with broken moans. She had woken up wet again, thighs sticky, mind swirling with shame and a growing, terrifying craving for his touch.

Rudra stepped behind her, strong arms circling her waist, pulling her back against his hard chest. His lips found the sensitive spot on her neck, sucking lightly.