Chapter 70

Tit for Tat

Riya’s POV

After intense kissing, he removed the wet T-shirt from my body and separated his shirt from his body. Rachit looked much more appealing with the dripping water on his flawless abs.

He clutched my hair, lifted my face, and began leaving markings on my neck with his lips and teeth. He slid his straining dick within me and lifted me back into his arms before putting me to bed after kissing every part of my body.

Oh, my gosh, his stamina. In exhausting me, he never fails.

“It exhausted you in no time.” When he saw how tired I was, it filled him with pride.

“Rachit, I need to drink some water,” I said with a dry throat with difficulty.

“Wait,” he wouldn’t let me leave my position and grabbed a mug of water from the side table. Instead of handing me water, he sipped it from the mug himself.

I was expecting him to raise the mug of water toward me as I stared at him. But the most surprising thing is that he returned the