The first rays of dawn painted the villa bedroom in soft gold. Meera stirred slowly, her body deliciously sore and heavy. A strong arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, and a warm, hard body pressed against her back. Rudra’s morning erection nestled between her thighs, hot and insistent. She blushed deeply remembering last night — how he had stretched her, filled her, claimed her completely while she moaned like she never imagined she could.

“Awake already, my little wife?” Rudra’s deep voice rumbled against her neck. He kissed the fresh hickey he had left there, then bit down gently, making her gasp.