The dishes were done.

The clinking had stopped.

Now there was just silence.

Avni stood by the balcony door, staring out at the night lights. Her loose t-shirt barely reached her thighs.

Hair still slightly damp from the post-dinner shower. Legs bare. Skin glowing.

Rajeev stood behind her, arms folded, watching her silently.

"You're really going tomorrow," he said quietly.

She didn't turn around.

"Yeah. My bags are packed."

A pause.

"But I haven't packed you."

She turned slowly at that.

"What?"

He walked toward her, slowly, like a man who knew exactly what he was about to do.

"I haven't tasted enough of you. Haven't filled you enough.

Haven't fked you enough to be okay with tomorrow."**

She swallowed hard, chest rising.

He stopped in front of her.

"Tonight, you're not leaving my bed. You're not sleeping.

You're not even thinking.

You're just moaning.

And coming.

And begging me not to stop."

Her breath caught.

He leaned in — kissed her collarbone, then her neck, then her jaw.

"Rajeev..." she whispered, already melting into him.

But he pulled her back inside — his grip tight on her waist.

⸻

Bedroom. Dim lights. Shirts on the floor.

He dropped her on the bed like she weighed nothing.

Pulled off her t-shirt in one swift motion.

No bra.

No panties.

Just pure, hot, waiting Avni.

He paused for a second — just looking.

"Lie back.

Spread your legs.

Let me say goodbye the only way I know how."

She obeyed — silently.

Legs parted. Chest rising. Hands clenched in the sheets.

He knelt between her thighs — kissed the inside of one. Then the other.

Then his tongue slid between her folds — slow, deep, devastating.

"Ohh fk..."** she moaned, arching off the bed.

He didn't stop. Just kept circling, sucking, flicking — fingers sliding inside her, rhythm perfect.

Her thighs started shaking.

"Come," he ordered softly,

"Right on my mouth. Right now."

She did.

With a cry.

With full-body shudders.

⸻

And he wasn't done.

He got up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, undressed slowly.

She watched — eyes glazed, lips parted.

"Come sit on me," he said, lying back on the bed.

She climbed on — sank down on him, slowly, eyes fluttering shut.

Skin on skin.

No barrier.

Just need. And depth.

She started riding him — slow, rolling her hips. His hands were on her waist, guiding her.

"Ride it, baby.

This dk is yours tonight."**

She moaned, leaning forward, their lips crashing again.

His teeth bit her lower lip.

Her nails scratched his chest.

"Harder."

He slapped her ass.

"Faster."

And she obeyed.

The sounds filled the room — skin slapping, moans echoing, his name falling off her lips again and again.

"You're mine, Avni. You'll leave tomorrow sore, full, and still wet with me."

She gasped, body locking up.

"Rajeev—"

"Come again. Right here. On my cock."

She cried out, collapsing onto him as she came hard — trembling, panting, overwhelmed.

⸻

He flipped her onto her back.

Slid in again.

"I'm not done."

This round was raw. Deep.

No rhythm, just hunger.

He pounded into her until her legs gave up — until she was whimpering, barely holding onto reality.

"Fking hell,"** she sobbed, "I'm gonna miss this. You."

He grunted, pushed even deeper, and when he came — it was loud, messy, shaking.

They stayed tangled, stuck, stuck together in sweat and heat and everything unsaid.

⸻

After

She lay on his chest, breathing uneven.

He brushed her hair back.

"You're gonna go... but your body?

It's not going to forget me."

She whispered,

"You've ruined me, Rajeev."

He smiled darkly.

"Good. That was the plan."