Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, her coldness a stark contrast to his burning need. Each stroke sent a shiver down his spine, the intensity of the sensation bordering on pain, but it only served to fuel his desire. He could feel her tightening around him, her ghostly form reacting to his every movement.
Ratika's eyes fluttered closed, her head thrown back as she moaned. Her body was a canvas of emotions, her face contorting with pleasure as Abhi claimed her, driving away the specter of doubt and fear that had haunted her. The coldness of her skin was a reminder of the barrier between them, but the heat of their passion was a bridge that spanned the gap.
