“Vansh,” she said, and there was such wanting in her voice that it flooded through him. He’d never wanted anything more than he wanted to hear that voice again. Screaming his name.

“I want to make you scream.” There, he said it even as she pressed herself into him. Legs wrapping tighter. Fingers digging into his hair. Everything she’d never said, he wanted her to scream it.

“I don’t scream. Ever.”

Shit. “That’s it. You know better than to challenge me. Now I have to make you.” He pressed his hips into hers, pushing into her heat. She moaned and the game was on.

Chapter Twenty

It wasn’t like Naina didn’t know what an orgasm felt like. Riz, her vibrator, had some goodly miles on him. But when Vansh said he was going to make her scream, she was never again taking that lightly.

Her throat felt raw as she sagged against him like he’d wrung every last drop of pleasure from her, wrung every last scream and whimper from her.

Had she begged?

Yes, she’d begged.

He’d taken her by surprise. Yet, God, he hadn’t.

He was panting between her legs like someone who’d sprinted up a hill. One of her knees was hooked over his shoulder. There was a thunderstorm inside her. Her entire wet body was throbbing and spasming like she’d turned into her vagina, all of her that one beautifully, blessedly pleasured organ.

The buzzing in her ears grew loud, loud enough to be clanging, like shrill metallic gongs resonating through her, slicing through the erotic fog wrapped tightly around them.

Shit.

It was her door.

Not the euphemistic one they’d thrown open with such abandon. The real one.

They disengaged slowly. She removed her leg from his shoulder and he rose up to standing. Her hand dug into his shoulder to keep her body from sliding down her door, because her legs hadn’t reclaimed their strength yet. His eyes were disoriented, like those of a man pulled from an abyss midfall.

This was the second time he’d left her satisfied and acted as though he were the one buzzing with pleasure. She wanted to touch his face. She wanted to touch other parts of him, know what it was like when he came apart. She wanted to see that. Just once in her life. Just once.

The bells went off again. Loud and clanging.

Body still pressed between the door and him, Naina raised an arm and pushed her fingers into the keypad next to her head.

“Who is it?” She sounded breathy. Like her vocal cords had just been blown out.

Well, duh.

“Why it always takes so much long to answer door?”