Vikram pulled his wet fingers from his mouth, his dark eyes locked onto hers. The moonlight caught the gleam of her slick on his lips. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. The raw, commanding look on his face told her everything.
"Get up," he ordered, his voice a low, rough rasp.
Priya scrambled off the cot, her legs wobbly, her nighty still bunched around her waist. Her wet p***y throbbed in the night air. Vikram stood up, his massive c**k straining against his lungi, the thick head clearly outlined against the thin white fabric. He grabbed her hand, his grip rough and hot, and pulled her toward the stairs.
"Where—" she started.
"The bedroom," he growled. "I need a bed for what I'm going to do to you."
They walked down the dark stairs quickly. The house was dead silent. Priya's h
