Priyank’s gaze burned into hers, wild and desperate, as his fingers found the delicate string of her wedding dress. With a slow, deliberate pull, the fabric loosened, slipping from her shoulder.

He pressed his lips to her bare skin, his breath hot against her.

Priya gasped, her head tilting back. "Agh..." Her voice broke into a breathy moan as a shiver ran down her spine.

His hands traced down her arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "You're beautiful," he murmured, voice thick with longing.

Priya's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "Then show me," she whispered.

His lips traveled lower, trailing soft kisses along her...