Riya's eyes widened so much that she was scared she might lose her vision forever. The alcohol buzz in her brain intensified multi-fold.
She felt really sweaty and realized that he was the one making her hot, not the weather. He ruggedly smashed his lips on hers, consuming her as a whole. Dhruv's pull was unbelievable, his strong hands holding Riya so close was melting her brain, his warm lips biting and teasing her were otherworldly. She tried to resist at first and pushed him away, but he didn't budge an inch.
As if that was an invitation, he tightened his hold and pulled her closer. Her knees became weak and buckled. He tasted a heady combination of beer and soft strawberry lipbalm. He did not bother to stop and continued the assault, now more happily, without any protests from Riya.
