The sunlight filtered through the frosted glass, casting pale streaks across the rumpled bedsheets. The air in the bedroom hung heavy with the musk of last night's frenzy—sweat, cum, and the faint tang of her arousal.

Vikrant's eyes raked over Gauri's body as she stirred, her skin marked with the imprints of his fingers, faint bruises blooming like badges of his ownership. He'd half-carried, half-dragged her to the bathroom earlier, her legs wobbling like a newborn fawn's after the way he'd used her all night.