Zaya didn't have a chance to take in Kabir's room as he pinned her against the door, her hands held above her head, reclaiming her soft lips. The kisses resumed with even more intensity, and Kabir didn't stop, even though they were both becoming breathless. Zaya wriggled her hands out of Kabir's grip, and he released her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as he viciously kissed her neck, leaving a hickey.
Before they could fully comprehend the situation, Zaya's jeans were off, and she stood before him in only her black panties and bra. His caress moved to her exposed thighs, his kisses growing hungrier.
Zaya was losing herself in the moment, desire washing over her in waves. The rational part of her mind screamed for caution, but she couldn't seem to listen.
