My heart raced at the thought of Abhi taking me right there on the bedroom floor, his body moving rhythmically inside mine until we were both reduced to a puddle of pleasure. "Yes," I murmured hoarsely, my hips instinctively pressing upward against his hand.
He stroked me through my underwear once more before lowering his head, nipping at my breast through the fabric of her dress. "Tell me you're mine," he whispered roughly against my skin. "
but you said, we need to wait, right?
I hesitated for a moment, torn between desire and propriety. But as I looked into Abhi's eyes, filled with such intensity and longing, I knew that I couldn't deny him any longer. "Yes," I breathed softly, feeling the truth of my words down to my very core. "I am yours."