Mehul was ruined beneath me.
Breathless.
Flushed.
Fingers curled into my shirt like he was holding on for dear life.
And me?
I was nowhere near done.
I had expected some resistance.
A tease.
A smirk.
Something to make me work for it.
But Mehul?
He wasn't fighting me at all.
His body? Relaxed.
His breathing? Unsteady.
His lips? Parted, waiting for more.
And that?
That was the moment I snapped.
Because I had never seen him like this.
Never seen him completely surrender.
And now?
Now, I was going to take my time wrecking him.
I tipped his chin up, pressing my lips back to his.
Slow. Deep. Purposeful.
Not just a kiss.
A claim.
And when I gripped his hips, pulling him onto my lap—
Mehul gasped.
Soft. Breathless.
His fingers curled against my chest.
His body melted against mine.
And when I tightened my hold, rolling my hips up just enough—
His breath hitched.
I smirked.
Because Mehul?
Mehul was sensitive.
And I planned to use that against him.
I dragged my lips along his jaw, down his throat.
And when I bit down—
Mehul whimpered.
My grip on his waist tightened.
Because that sound.
That sound was mine now.
I pulled back slightly, watching him.
His pupils were blown wide, lips red and kiss-swollen.
I grinned.
"You look wrecked."
Mehul's breath came out shaky.
And then—he smirked.
"Then do something about it."
…Oh.
Oh, he wanted more?
I could give him more.
I wasn't about to hold back now.
I grabbed his wrist, pinning it against the couch.
His breath stuttered.
And when I leaned in, whispering against his ear—
"You sure you can handle that?"
Mehul shivered.
And I?
I was just getting started.