Meher's POV
His mouth descended on my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below my ear. I arched my back, a loud moan escaping me as he sucked a bruise into my skin. His hands moved upward, sliding beneath the hem of his own shirt, his palms rough and hot against my ribs. He found my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples through the thin fabric. I gasped, my hands clutching at his shoulders, my nails digging into the expensive material of his shirt.
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