Yashdeep takes a deep breath as he looks at her, his heart racing wildly in his chest. Her breasts rise and fall with each gentle breath she takes, the water clinging to them teasingly. He reaches out tentatively, cupping one breast in his hand before moving lower still, tracing a line down her stomach toward her mound.

Jasmine closes her eyes as his touch sends shivers of pleasure through her body. She feels herself grow wet between her legs, longing for him to take her right here.

As Yashdeep continues to explore her body with gentle hands and eager fingers, Jasmine feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge of release. She bites back a moan, trying desperately not to lose control in front of him. But it's no use; with one final stroke across her clit, she arches her back and cries out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her.

The truth out at last, they stood there in the silence that followed, each wondering what would happen next. After a long moment, Princess Jasmine broke away from Abhi's embrace and took a step back. "We must tell Aladdin," she said, her voice little more than a whisper. "He has a right to know."

Her breath caught in her throat as his hands moved possessively over her body, cupping her breasts through the delicate fabric of her wedding dress. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him touching her one last time before it was too late. His lips met hers once more, their kiss deepening as they both surrendered to the inevitable.

"Abhi," she moaned against his mouth, "I want you."