"Kabir!" Zaya shrieked, abruptly biting into the grapefruit she was holding. "What… are you… doing here?" she asked, glancing around frantically.
Realizing the absurdity of her question, she slapped her own cheek.
Kabir's gaze remained fixed on Zaya. In his mind, he was already devouring her, tasting every inch of her.
In his mind, he could hear her sweet moans, begging him to continue, begging him not to stop. Every thought that crossed Kabir's mind centered around Zaya. He wanted to stop thinking about her, but how could he when she stood before him?
With slow, measured steps, he began to approach her, his eyes locked on hers, his body moving toward her as if drawn by an invisible force."
Zaya's breathing quickened. "Kabir, please...don't come any closer." Her voice trembled, betraying the fear and desire that coursed through her veins.
"Good evening, Zaya," Kabir purred, his voice low and seductive.
