When she finally finished, she was limp in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder. But I wasn't done. The dark urge in my gut was demanding more. I shifted her, pushing her slightly forward so her backside was positioned directly over the center of the bowl.
"Ab doosri cheez. Mujhe pata hai tumhare pet mein dard hai. Ise nikal do. Mere saamne," I said, my voice low and dangerous.




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