Raul's hands and mouth worked together, moving from one breast to the other, drawing out more moans from her.
She couldn't even remember how she ended up naked beneath him. All she knew was the heat of his body against hers and the way his touch made her lose herself in the moment.
As Raul's touches grew more intimate, Niran felt herself being pulled deeper into a haze of desire. But suddenly, a sharp jolt of realization hit her. This wasn't right. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Her heart raced, and a wave of panic surged through her.
With a gasp, Niran's eyes snapped open, and she jolted awake, sitting up in bed. Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling as she tried to calm herself. The room was dark and silent, her bedchamber filled only with the soft sounds of her own breath.