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Chapter One: Firelight on Silk

The suite was a crimson cocoon above Mumbai’s skyline, soaked in the aroma of jasmine and warm body lotion, curtains heavy as lust, moonlight etching silver over the marbled floor. Raveena’s heels clicked as she entered, hips swaying like she owned gravity, eyes gleaming beneath the smoky sweep of kohl. She wore a sari slit daringly high, the gold threads tracing every curve of her hips like whispers from a lover’s tongue. Shilpa stood by the window, her back bare in a plunging blouse, hair cascading like wet ink over bronze skin, breath fogging the glass as the city burned behind her.

Raveena’s voice was velvet-dipped steel, low and intimate. “You look like trouble.”

Shilpa turned, smile slow, predatory. “You always did love fire.”

They closed the space between them without hurry, like stars drifting into collision, each orbiting heat and inevitability. Fingertips met—Shilpa’s nails painted like garnets, trailing up the inside of Raveena’s thigh beneath the sari. Raveena exhaled sharply, not from surprise but the thrill of finally. The moment clung thick around them as their mouths crashed, open and hungry, teeth clicking gently, tongues tangling with practiced heat.

The bed devoured them in red silk, their saris unfurling in strips across the floor like fallen petals. Shilpa’s legs parted to cradle Raveena’s hips, the muscles in her thighs flexing as their bodies aligned. Skin to skin, slick and humid, the heady scent of arousal tangled with the jasmine oil glistening on Raveena’s stomach. She straddled Shilpa slow, deliberate, grinding their soaked pussies together until slickness met slickness, and both gasped in a shiver of raw voltage.

“Aaahh—f-fuck,” Shilpa groaned, nails clawing into the back of Raveena’s thighs, head tipping back into the pillow. “Rav… fuck, yes…”

Raveena rolled her hips, the rhythm slow and obscene, pelvis grinding in tight spirals. The wet slap of their sex meeting echoed in the velvet hush of the room—shlick, shlick, shlick—each stroke wetter, messier, until their clits kissed with every rub. Raveena held herself upright, her breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust, nipples flushed and hard, hair cascading like a wild storm around her shoulders. Shilpa was lost beneath her, gasping, her belly flexing, legs wide and trembling as pleasure snaked up her spine.

Their moans overlapped like harmonics in a fever dream—“Haaah—nngh—fuckkk—mmmh!”—until Raveena collapsed forward, bracing on her elbows, eyes locked to Shilpa’s, their lips brushing as they ground faster. Shilpa’s hips surged up to meet every thrust, their soaked slits grinding in frantic friction now, slick sounds filling the suite like sex made music.

“Cum with me,” Raveena growled, voice rough, urgent. “Fucking cum, baby…”

Their bodies tightened—every muscle drawn taut in that final electric second—then Raveena let out a broken cry, “Ahhh—AAAHH, fuck yes!”—as her orgasm exploded through her, shuddering from clit to core. Her legs trembled, her hips stuttering in helpless aftershocks. Wetness gushed between them, sticky, messy, splashing hot against Shilpa’s pussy as Raveena came hard, thighs shaking as she rode it out.

Shilpa gasped, her own climax cresting under the flood of heat, the slick flood of Raveena’s cum soaking into her cunt like warm syrup. Her body arched, fingers digging into Raveena’s back, crying out against her mouth—“Nnnnnghhh—aaaAAHH—yes, yes, oh fuck yes!”

They collapsed, tangled, lips swollen, breasts pressed, sweat clinging in the hollows of their bodies. The air thick with the scent of sex, legs still trembling, clits throbbing against each other in messy, soaked bliss.

And Raveena—smiling, breathless—nuzzled close, murmured against her cheek, “We’re just getting started.”