The hours before their departure from Udaipur were thick with anticipation, heavy as monsoon clouds before the breaking of a storm. Amber knelt on the marble floor of the Taj Lake Palace suite, her knees spread wide, her hands palm-up on her thighs, her spine straight. She was naked except for the obsidian plug nestled in her ass, a constant reminder of his possession. Her breasts were already leaking, thin rivulets of milk tracing paths down her stomach and dripping onto the polished floor. Her pussy was already clenching, the rhythmic contractions that had become as familiar as her own heartbeat.

Kabir stood before her, still dressed in his white kandora, his dark eyes burning with that particular fire she had come to recognize. The fire that meant he was about to do something that would push her boundaries, test her limits, and leave her more completely his than she had ever been before.