As Roman carried Saanvi to the couch, his hand lingered on her body, feeling the warm curves of her waist and hips. Her dress, with its golden designs, felt soft and luxurious under his fingers, and he couldn't resist the temptation to slide his hand up her back to find the zipper. As the zipper glided down, he could feel the heat radiating from her skin, and he knew that he had to have her.
Their lips were still locked together as Roman lay Saanvi down on the couch. He could feel her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, as if she couldn't get enough of him. And he felt the same way. Her lips were soft and pliant, and her tongue danced with his in a way that made his head spin. He could taste the sweetness of her lipstick, and the hint of mint from her breath.
