Giri's touch, the lingering sensation of his mouth on her breast, sent shivers through Mira.

The smoothness of her nipple, now tender and full, seemed to drive him to a delicious frenzy. He had swirled his tongue around it, a slow, deliberate motion that made her arch her back slightly. Then, he'd given a gentle, teasing bite, not enough to truly hurt, but just enough to make Mira jolt, a breathless gasp escaping her lips as pleasure and a hint of pain tangled together in a potent, intoxicating mix. Her fingers had instinctively fisted in his hair, pulling him closer, her body tingling from head to toe.