From the warmth of his lips, she felt herself melting away. Mrityunjay's mouth moved in perfect sync with hers, his tongue gently tracing the curve of her upper lip before he drew it between his own, sucking with a tender yet insistent pull that sent sparks racing through her veins.

He lingered there, savoring the softness, before shifting his attention to her lower lip, capturing it fully in a deeper, more fervent embrace. His kiss deepened with each passing second, his hands cradling her face as if she were the most precious thing in his world, his breath mingling with hers in a heated rhythm that built like a storm. He explored her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, coaxing her tongue to dance with his in a passionate tangle that left her breathless and yearning.