Kabir could hardly contain his urgency as he pressed Zaya up against the door, claiming her lips in a passionate, fiery kiss. Zaya returned his intensity, her hands clinging to his neck as she kissed him with equal fervor. Their bodies, soaked by the rain, pressed against each other, intensifying the heat between them.
The kiss left them wanting more, igniting a fire in their veins that burned away the cold of the rain.
Zaya lost herself in the kiss, a moan escaping her lips without her realizing it. Kabir's hands began to explore her body, his touch setting her skin alight.
Zaya's breath quickened as Kabir's skilled hands explored her body. Their tongues danced in a heated tango, an expression of the desire they both felt.
"Kabir..." Zaya murmured, her voice breathless. "I need you."
"Fuck!" Kabir exclaimed as he picked Zaya up and carried her in a bridal style towards the stairs, his face plain but his eyes burning with desire.
