Saanvi looked at Roman, her hands still on his face, her fingers tracing the contours of his jawline. She didn't say anything, nor did she indicate what her answer was. Instead, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his, sending shivers down his spine. The kiss deepened, their tongues entwining in a passionate dance, the tension between them palpable.
As they broke apart, Saanvi's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "That's my answer," she whispered, her voice husky, her lips curled into a sly smile. Roman's heart raced, his pulse pounding in his ears as he gazed into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation.
But Saanvi's expression was clear: she had made up her mind. Roman couldn't handle it anymore, his desire for her overwhelming. Since she was already sitting on him, he didn't need to pick her up. He simply wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, as her legs instinctively wrapped around his.
