In the morning, Arzal opened his eyes to find Entaan's nipple still in his mouth. He hadn't realized when he had fallen asleep last night while suckling her breasts. Gently, he pulled away and traced his nose along her jawline. Overcome by his desires, he buried his face in her chest, his lips seeking out her erect nipples once more. He began to suck, his tongue swirling and teasing the sensitive peaks. Emaan moaned softly, the warmth of his mouth and the gentle tugging sending waves of pleasure through her body. She arched her back slightly, instinctively pressing her breasts closer to him. Each flick of his tongue and gentle nibble made her gasp, her fingers tangling in his hair as the sensations intensified. Her moans grew louder, mingling with her heavy breaths, as she lost herself in the exquisite blend of pleasure and desire.

Arzal pulled back, his eyes darkening with a familiar glint. "Apni taangein phela," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. (Spread your legs.).