Sana couldn’t stop thinking about his mouth on her breasts.
Every time she closed her eyes, she felt the heat of Arman’s tongue flicking her nipple, the way his hand had squeezed her like he already owned her. But what haunted her more than the lust was the look in his eyes afterward — not just hunger, but something deeper. Something that made her chest ache in a way she didn’t understand.
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