With a growl of need, Kabir complied, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was fierce and possessive, his hands roaming over her body, teasing and caressing until she was begging for more.
Kabir's body was pressed against hers, his skin hot and slick with sweat. The feeling of him against her was intoxicating, sending shivers of pleasure through her.
His hands roamed over her curves, his touch leaving trails of fire in their wake. Zaya's breath hitched as he teased her most sensitive spots, the friction building the flames of desire within her until she felt like she might explode.
"Please," she pleaded, her voice a husky whisper. "I need you now."
The need in Zaya's voice stoked the flames of Kabir's own desire, the animalistic hunger within him rising to the surface.
But Kabir was quick to pull out his finger as he leaned back and look at her for a brief moment.
