Kabir took the champagne from her hand, gulping down the remaining contents before discarding it.
"The glass!" Zaya cried out, turning towards it, but Kabir was already upon her, claiming her lips in a heated kiss, his tall frame looming over her petite form.
The kiss was passionate, breathless and fiery. Kabir pulled away, dipping two fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva before plunging them into Zaya's vagina, causing her to arch her back and moan in pleasure.
Kabir watched as his action took effect on her, her moan echoing in the room. He thrust his fingers in and out, deepening his penetration with each stroke. Zaya's nails dug into his back, her head tilting back, eyes closed as waves of pleasure washed over her. Kabir watched, his gaze intense as he picked up the pace, his fingers gliding in and out of her.
"Open your eyes, Zaya," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "Let me see you look at me."
