The scent of their sex hung thick in the kitchen air, a sweet perfume that clung to their skin. Sara lay against the cool granite of the island, her body still humming from the force of her climax. Pravin’s weight was a comforting pressure on her, his own breathing slowly returning to normal.

He shifted, pulling out of her with a soft, wet sound that made her entire body flutter in aftershock. He didn't move far, just enough to look down at her, his dark eyes glinting with a new, possessive light.