Foreign Temptations Ch. 03: Rework (Official)

Author's Note: Here's the new, reworked chapter 3. My previous chapter 3 of this is still canon, but more so a bonus chapter now. the next part will likely be the finale for this story.

The weeks passed in a blur of tangled sheets, desperate moans, and the constant rhythmic creaking of Raj’s bed against the wall. 

They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. 

If Cassandra wasn’t working on her laptop, she was beneath him, on top of him, bent over the kitchen counter, pressed against the shower tiles, or wherever Raj could have her. And whenever he wasn’t out running errands or handling whatever business he had, he was on her, stripping her bare, making her forget about anything else but how good he could make her feel. 

Their bodies moved on instinct now, the sexual tension between them was so constant, so insatiable, that even a mere look could set them off. 

She’d sit cross-legged on the couch, typing away, and Raj would stroll by, his dark, beady eyes filled with lust. One teasing smirk, one brush of his fingers against her exposed thigh, and suddenly she was sprawled across the cushions, her laptop shoved aside, his cock deep inside her pussy as she moaned his name. 

Or she’d be in the kitchen, making tea, when she’d feel his smaller, wiry frame press up behind her, his breath hot against her neck as his hands wandered beneath her flimsy clothes. “You can’t be that busy, beautiful,” he’d murmur, slipping her panties down before bending her over the counter, making her forget whatever the hell she was even doing in the first place. 

Every surface in the apartment became their playground. 

There was no restraint, no slowing down. 

They’d wake up naked, and before Cassandra could even stretch, Raj would roll on top of her, his Indian hog already hard and pressing against her soaked entrance. She gasped as he slid inside her, still half-asleep and sore from the night before. As exhausted as she was all the time, she wanted it, craved it, moaning his name as the morning sun peered through the curtains.

And at night? 

Cassandra would collapse onto the bed, spent from the hours of filthy sex, only for this lecherous old man to pull her back against his chest, his lips on her shoulder, his cock pressing insistently between her thighs. “One more time…” he’d whisper, his bony hands gripping her hips. “I know you can give me one more…”

And she always did.

Every day was like this. Time was blurred together, marked only by the sound of their sweaty bodies colliding, the heat of his skin against hers, the way he made her moan and beg, how easily he could turn her into a writhing mess beneath him. 

Cassandra knew this was dangerous.

The longer this went on, the harder it would be to walk away. She still had a life back in the States: friends, family… Jason.

But every time Raj grabbed her, fucked her, claimed her like she was already his.

She began to stop caring.

-

Raj always pulled out. That was their deal, though sometimes, Cassandra felt the heated temptation just to let him stay inside, to let him fill her with his hot, heavy load like he had in the beginning.

It was reckless. Stupid. Risky.

She couldn’t afford to make that mistake, to let him irreversibly connect the two of them.

As tempting as it was, she couldn’t risk getting pregnant by another man, especially not him. It would cause too many problems she wasn’t ready to face. This was supposed to be a fling, nothing more.

But fuck, when Raj had her pinned beneath him, his breath ragged, his body shuddering as he pulled out at the last possible second, spilling hot ropes across her stomach, her thighs, her ass, she almost wanted to tell him just this once.

She never did. 

Instead, she’d lie there, panting, skin sticky with his release, watching as Raj smirked down at her, his fingers lazily tracing the mess he’d made.

“Hmm, that was a close one,” he’d murmur, dragging his thumb across his cum before pressing it against her soft lips. “One of these days, you’re going to break that silly rule of yours.”

And every time, she’d simply smirk back, sucking his finger into her mouth, tasting him, teasing him, reminding him that she was in control of that one thing.

But outside of the apartment, outside of their little secret world, Cassandra played her part well. 

Jason was none the wiser. 

Their conversations were the same: soft, sweet, normal. She still said all the right things, smiled when they talked, and kept up the perfect fiancé facade. She knew it was wrong to lie, but the addictive thrill of her secret affair with this foreign man kept her shackled in her depravity. 

While Jason thought she was lonely, waiting patiently for the world to return to normal, she was actually being railed by the old man who took her in. 

Every time she told Jason she missed him, Raj was likely behind her, sliding her panties down.

Every time she sent a heart emoji, her mouth was probably wrapped around Raj’s cock, moaning against his thick, throbbing length.

Every time Jason told her he loved her, she was tangled in another man’s sheets, silently mouthing another man’s name as she got fucked silly. 

Cassandra should have felt more guilty. Should have stopped this before it went too far. But she rationalized that this was merely a fling, something to keep her sane during these uneasy times.  

That was merely a crutch she leaned on now. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she had already gone too far. She enjoyed this far too much to regret a damn thing. 

With COVID restrictions finally lifting, Cassandra had the opportunity to start the process of leaving. But instead of packing, sorting through paperwork, getting vaccinated, and making arrangements to get back home to Jason, she stalled. 

She told herself it was just logistics, just waiting for the right timing, but deep down, she knew the truth. 

She wasn’t ready to leave.

Raj had her hooked.

The fact that he fucked her in a possessive and relentless manner, as if he owned her, was too intoxicating for her to give up. The times she thought about making real efforts to leave, Raj would pull her into his lap, his bony hands sliding beneath her clothes, his cock already hard and pressing against her, and suddenly, her plans didn’t seem so urgent anymore, and she would procrastinate further.

So, she lied. 

She lied to Jason, telling him the process was slow, that there were bureaucratic delays, and that flights were still complicated. 

Cassandra reassured him, telling him she was fine and saying all the right things to keep him from suspecting something. All while she spent her nights with Raj’s cock buried deep inside her pussy, moaning his name instead of her fiancé’s. 

Jason was understanding for the most part. But he was becoming frustrated again. Their small arguments began to pile up, giving Cassandra more of an excuse to stay longer. 

He’d question her delays, ask for updates, and press for details she didn’t always have. “You said your paperwork was processing. How long does it usually take?” “Or did you get your vaccine yet? Things should be easier when you do that.” His voice wasn’t accusing, but the persistence chipped away at her already eroding patience. 

“I told you, Jason,” she said one night over the phone, trying to keep the edge out of her voice. “It’s still backed up. Vaccines are only available to citizens right now, so I have to wait. And even if I did get my vaccine, the government is still making it difficult for anyone to enter or leave the country.”

He sighed. “R-right… I just miss you, babe. I want you to come back.”

Cassandra bit her lip, her blue eyes drifting toward the hallway where Raj was surely listening from the kitchen. “Yeah, I miss you too,” she murmured, barely meaning it.

After they hung up, she stood silently for a moment, staring at her blank phone screen. Then she peeled off her shorts, letting them drop to her feet, and made her way out of their shared room to the living room where Raj was waiting on the couch wearing nothing but his tight, white underwear. He stretched his wiry old body across the cushions with a teasing, knowing expression on his face, knowing what was soon to come. 

The old bastard didn’t even say a word. The way his eyes darkened as she entered the room was enough. He opened his legs as she climbed onto his lap, grinding her bare pussy against the straining bulge in his undies. His hands cupped her as he growled, “Rough day with the boy again?”

“Don’t want to talk about it,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss him, her slender fingers already sliding down his stomach to his crotch, tugging at his hard cock. “Just fuck me, Raj…”

Raj’s lips curved into a victorious, smug grin as he tasted her warm, hungry kiss. The soft press of her barely clothed body against his only made his cock pulse harder, the damp heat from her cunt already seeping through. 

Cassandra slowly sat back on his lap, her eyes locked onto his dark, lecherous stare. With a single, fluid motion, she peeled off her tank top and tossed it to the side, revealing her supple, pale skin and perfectly round breasts, her nipples already stiff from arousal. Her long, dark, wavy hair tumbled down her back, clinging slightly to her flushed, pretty face.

Raj just stared at her, completely mesmerized. American women were out of this world for him. 

“Hmm, as sexy as ever,” he murmured, his hands already moving to her waist. 

She didn’t answer, she didn’t need to. 

Cassandra reached and tugged his underwear down until they dropped to his ankles. His cock sprang free, thick, veiny, and twitching with need. She took it into her delicate hand and gave him a few teasing strokes, her palm slick with his precum as she lined him up beneath her. 

Then, without breaking eye contact, she sank down onto him, inch by inch, moaning as he slotted into her warm folds with familiar ease. 

“Ohhh… fuck…” she breathed, her head tilting back, her wavy black hair cascading over her shoulders as her body trembled. 

Raj groaned beneath her, his rough hands gripping her hips like a man starved. “That’s it… Take it all…”

Cassandra began to ride him slowly, her movements sensual and deliberate. Her boobs bounced with every skillful roll of her hips. Raj sunk back into the cushions, his dark eyes flickering down to watch the way his cock disappeared into her soaked pussy. 

She leaned forward, her arms snaking around his neck as she twerked her hips against him. Raj’s mouth instinctively latched onto her tits, his tongue swirling around one nipple before sucking greedily, making her moan even louder. She threaded her fingers through his thinning gray hair and rode him faster, harder, her body moving like she was made for him. 

“Harder, Raj,” she moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck me harder…”

He obliged without hesitation, thrusting up into her, his pace brutal, the couch rocking beneath their weight. 

The sounds of their slapping flesh and breathy moans filled the living room. Cassandra bounced on his lap, her tits jiggling with each downward thrust as Raj gripped her plush ass, his fingers sinking into her soft skin. He pulled her down harder, deeper, groaning as her tight pussy swallowed his cock again and again.

“F-fuck! Ouuhhh… yes! Hmmmm, shit!” Cassandra gasped, her voice pitched and trembling as she pressed his wrinkled face further into her chest. “God… I can feel you in my fucking stomach!”

Their rhythm intensified. Cassandra’s body was slick with sweat, her toned frame gleaming in the dim light as she rode him wildly. Her moans were desperate and gasping, each one followed by the thick slap of his hips meeting hers. 

It didn’t take long before her body seized up and her legs trembled as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. 

“Ahhhh—fuck—Raj!” she cried out, collapsing forward against him, as her bigger, fuller body smushed his smaller frame against the couch. Her sweet cream seeped past her quivering folds, dripping down his length and onto his heavy balls as her pussy pulsed around him. 

Raj didn’t stop, however. He grabbed her tightly, lifting her off him with surprising strength, and let them both tumble to the floor in a sweaty heap. Cassandra landed on her stomach with a breathless laugh, sprawling onto the dusty rug. Her long legs stretched between his, toes curling, ass perfectly raised, her glistening slit dripping and exposed. 

Raj loomed over her, panting as he admired the sight. “Look at this ass…” he muttered, spreading her cheeks with both hands, staring hungrily between them. “Perfect… and all mine…”

Cassandra whimpered, her cheek pressed against the floor, her blue eyes half-lidded and glazed with lust. “Put it back in, Raj… Give me that cock… please…”

Raj spat lightly onto her entrance and guided his slick cock to her soaked slit, rubbing his leaking head against her tender folds before pressing in. A long, sultry moan escaped her lush lips as he slid back inside, her walls still trembling from her climax. 

“Ohhh, still so tight,” he growled, slowly pushing all the way in until his balls rested against her ass. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him, and began to thrust with deep, heavy strokes, watching the jiggle of her cheeks every time he drove into her. 

Pinned beneath him, Cassandra took it all, her voice breathy and low, pretty face flushed with pleasure. 

And as he pounded into her, she thought only of the moment. No responsibilities, no family, no Jason. Just the sweat, the sound, the sensation of being utterly claimed by this old Indian man.

Cassandra moaned deeply, her breath hot and ragged as Raj slammed into her from behind. She clawed at the rug, her back arching with each powerful thrust. His narrow hips snapped against her ass with a steady rhythm, the wet sound of their bodies slapping filled the room in time with her cries of pleasure. 

“Ahhh—yes! Fuck, Raj… Don’t stop!” she whimpered, her voice strained and needy. The force of his thrusts caused her entire body to rock forward with each filthy connection. Her long legs quivered, spreading wide beneath him as her toes curled and thighs became taut from the pleasure quickly coiling from within again. 

Raj let out a raspy groan, sweat dripping from his brow as he drove into her tight pussy with growing urgency. His bony hands slid from her hips to her waist, gripping her firmly, holding her steady as he fucked her deeper. “Ohhh—Argh! Yes… Take it… Take it, Cassandra… you feel so good! GYA! AUGH!”

Her eyes fluttered back as his cock stretched her perfectly with each plunge, his tip stabbing at her cervix with maddening force. “Oh my god… I’m gonna—fuck! Raj… I’m cumming again!”

The old man didn’t let up. If anything, his pace grew harder, faster, his hips slamming into her ass with loud, wet smacks. Cassandra cried out, her whole body shaking beneath his smaller frame as a second orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched down around him, milking his cock with mind-melting spasms as her moans filled the living room.

Raj groaned, the sensation of her contracting walls around his cock made it throb with desperate need. He leaned down, panting against her skin as he kissed along the side of her neck, his lips trailing from the curve of her shoulder up to behind her ear. 

“That’s it, beautiful… Let it out…” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger.

He kept thrusting, his movements deep and unrelenting as Cassandra remained prone beneath him, their sweaty bodies dampening the rug under them. Her pussy was soaked and twitching, her body still shuddering from the aftershocks of her orgasm he’d just wrung out of her. But Raj wasn’t finished; not yet.

His grip tightened around her waist, fingers pressing into her soft skin as he groaned through his gritted teeth. “Ouuhh! Argh! Nhg! Yes… so tight… take it!”

Cassandra gasped and involuntarily lifted her legs from the floor with every deep stroke, as his cock knicked every sensitive spot she had. Her blue eyes were glassy and half-lidded. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, his movements becoming more desperate and frantic. 

She knew that feeling all too well. The way his cock swelled just before he finished. The way his pace lost all sense of rhythm, becoming ragged and greedy. He wanted to cum. He wanted to fill her with his seed. 

And part of her wanted to let him. 

But she couldn’t; not yet.

Raj growled above her, hips snapping harder. “Augh! Ohh—Ohhhhh! Cassandra—yes… Yes! I need to—”

She felt his cock pulse deeper inside her, and her eyes fluttered open. 

“Cum on me, baby,” she uttered, her breath hitching as she looked back at him over her shoulder. “Give me that big load, Daddy…”

Raj snarled, holding himself there for a beat longer than he should have. He was right on the edge, balls heavy and aching, the primal urge to bury his load inside her overwhelming. But the way she spoke to him in that sultry, coaxing voice always made him obey.

He pulled out at the last second, grunting like an animal as he yanked his slick manhood free from her addictive pussy. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and furiously stroked himself. A second later, thick ropes of hot cum shot across her pale ass, painting her lower back and the curve of her cheeks. He kept jerking himself through it, panting as each pulse spilled more of his load onto her smooth skin.

“Ohhh… fuck… nhg… argh… ouuuhhh…” he rasped, his voice husky and labored. 

Cassandra moaned at the feeling, her body limp beneath him, marked and dripping with his seed as he spread it over her.

Raj exhaled harder, his hand gripping her hip as he leaned forward, breath hot on her shoulder. “Amazing…” he muttered. 

Cassandra’s lips curled into a small, dazed smile, her cheek still pressed against the floor, loose strands of her dark hair stuck to her skin. “You’re cutting it close, Raj,” she said, her voice soft with a chiding yet teasing edge. 

Raj chuckled low in his throat, tracing a line through the mess on her back with his finger. “Hm, I can’t help it. Your pussy is practically begging for it,” he whispered with a knowing tone. “One of these days, you’re going to let me…”

Cassandra didn’t answer. But the slow, satisfied roll of her hips said more than enough. The memory of their first night together flooded her mind. The way he came in her, filling her pussy with his heavy loads, claiming her. It was the best sex she had ever had. What they were doing was great, but there was always that missing element that took things to another level.

The idea of possibly letting him finish inside her again was tempting, dangerous. But she had grown so attached to him that her body craved it, needed it. The filthy thought was all it took to start second-guessing the flimsy rule she set to protect her conscience from all the depraved things she did behind her fiancé’s back.

Maybe she will…

-

Cassandra sat cross-legged on the couch, a loose white tee hanging off one shoulder, her laptop propped on a cushion in her lap. The quiet hum of the ceiling fan above did little to ease the heat while Raj busied himself with something in the kitchen.

She scrolled lazily through her inbox, sifting through unread messages. One subject line caught her eye: “Internship Opportunity - U.S. Consulate Partner Program (Mumbai).”

She leaned and sat up straighter. Clicking the message open, she read through the details carefully. A six-month paid internship, sponsored by an American firm operating in India. Remote for now, with potential transition into a full-time position. It sounded seriously interesting. Professional. Exactly the kind of thing she would go for since it lined up perfectly with her major, which she came to India to study for. 

It was almost perfect, except that Jason wouldn’t be too happy to hear that she’d stay halfway across the world even longer. 

She bit her lip, rereading a line that mentioned development and potential assistance with visa transitions. 

Her thumb hovered near the reply button. 

“Working too hard again?” Raj’s voice broke through the stillness. 

She looked up, a bit startled as he stood before her, shirtless, with two cups of chai, a familiar smug look gleaming in his old eyes.

Cassandra closed her laptop instinctively, like a teenager caught with something she shouldn’t be looking at. “Just reading through emails,” she replied, casually, graciously accepting the cup.

He smirked. “Anything exciting?”

“Maybe,” she replied with a light shrug, fingers brushing the edge of her laptop. “There’s this internship thing… American-based company, but in Mumbai. Looks legit.”

Raj’s expression didn’t change, though the news made him beam with curiosity and excitement. He would love her to extend her tenure with him. He stepped closer, sitting down beside her. His warm hand slid over her bare knee, thumb grazing her soft skin. “Oh? Sounds very… serious. You giving it any consideration?”

Cassandra gave him a sideways glance, one brow arched. “Not yet. But if I do take this opportunity, it could lead to a permanent gig. And it probably could help me get out of here easier.”

Raj tilted his head, his expression shifting slightly, her words making his stomach churn with displeasure. This is not what he had in mind. “Hmm, you say that like it’s a good thing.”

She smirked. “I mean… isn’t it?”

Raj leaned in slightly, his grip on her knee tightening just a bit. 

“You know, Cassandra… you could stay,” he suggested, his voice laced with that familiar, coaxing charm. 

She let out a short laugh, rolling her eyes. “Raj, like I told you… this is… temporary. And I can’t stay in this little apartment forever. I have a life waiting for me back in the States.”

His hand slid higher along her thigh, fingers grazing beneath the hem of her shirt. “Yes, yes… I remember. But it doesn’t have to be this apartment,” he murmured. “There’s a lot of opportunity here. Americans working in India make good money. Get nice places. Big flats, air conditioning that actually works, no blackouts.”

She lifted a brow, skeptical. “Is that right?”

Raj gave her a grin, smooth and assuring, like he believed his own lie. “Yes, yes! Of course. You wouldn’t want to be stuck here forever. You could have a good life… Stay close to me.”

Cassandra hesitated. It sounded… plausible. Sort of. She felt like she had this conversation with Raj a thousand times about how she’s engaged, yada yada yada…

She didn’t outright reject his offer, however. The way he touched her, his warmth pressing into her side, made the thought of leaving feel heavier. She opened her mouth to push back, but he leaned in, his lips brushing her shoulder. 

“Just think about it…” he whispered against her skin. “You’ve already got a head start here. We have a great relationship. Why go back over there?”

She swallowed, feeling her resolve blur under his touch. The internship email sat waiting in her inbox, but the warmth of Raj’s hand on her thigh made her forget about it, for now.

Cassandra finally decided to accept the internship after some deep consideration for a couple of days. She sat at the desk in their shared room, fingers hovering over the keyboard as she read over her reply one last time. The offer was good. Too good to ignore. A paid internship, the chance to build experience, maybe even a stepping stone toward something bigger. Even if it meant staying in India a little longer, it wasn’t like she was rushing back to the States. 

Later that evening, her phone buzzed. Jason.

She stepped out onto the narrow balcony, shutting the door behind her, the faint sounds of the bustling street below mixing with the tension in her chest. She picked up.

“You what? You took the internship?!” his voice came blaring through the receiver, the disbelief in his tone cutting straight through her.

She closed her eyes, drawing in a steadying breath. “Jason, it’s only six months. It’s mostly remote. I can work from here. It’s a great opportunity for me. Paid too.”

“You were supposed to be coming home,” he shot back. “You said as soon as restrictions eased, you’d be on a flight back. Now you’re talking about staying longer. This is ridiculous.”

It’s not forever!” she snapped, her patience thinning. “I just— I need something to focus on, Jason. Sitting here waiting isn’t helping. Especially since I want to have a good career.”

Inside, Raj leaned against his chair, listening closely, his dark eyes narrowing with satisfaction as the tension flared between them. He smirked, knowing this was exactly what he wanted. Every argument pushed her further from that life back home and closer to his. 

Jason’s voice dropped, low and tight. “Feels like you’re finding every excuse to stay. Do you even want to come back? I don’t understand how you tolerate living under those conditions.”

Cassandra flinched, her pulse quickening as her anger simmered. “Don’t do this right now, Jason.”

Raj watched the heat rising in her cheeks, the strain in her voice, and let her struggle a moment longer before stepping out onto the balcony. His hand slid around her waist, warm and grounding, his chest brushing against her back. 

“I’ll call you later,” Cassandra muttered, ending the call before Jason could say more. She leaned forward, gripping the rusty railing, exhaling a long, tense breath. 

“Trouble in paradise, sweetheart?” Raj asked, his lips grazing her ear. 

She shot him a sharp look but softened at the warmth of his touch. 

“He doesn’t get it,” she muttered. “He just… doesn’t understand… that’s all.”

Raj’s hand trailed up her side, his voice smooth as silk. “You don’t need that stress, Cassandra. If he truly cared, he’d support you.” He made sure to sneak a tiny jab to instigate her frustration toward her fiancé. “What you need is a break. Perhaps a little getaway?”

She scoffed softly. “We’re still on lockdown.”

“Things are easing up,” he replied, brushing his fingers through a loose strand of her dark hair, tucking it behind her ear. “I know a place. Private, quiet. No crowds. My friend owes me a favor. We can get in, no problem.”

She shook her head, unconvinced. “Raj…”

He turned her gently to face him, his bony hands resting on her hips. His eyes met hers, intense and persuasive. “You’ve been cooped up here for months. Working. Stressing. Fighting with that man back home. You need to clear your head.”

She hesitated, biting the inside of her cheek, the weight of Jason’s words still fresh in her mind. “Well, you’ve certainly been helping relieve that stress,” Cassandra replied teasingly, her tense expression fading. 

Raj smirked, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “This is great for you. You need a good headspace before you start working. Get familiar with my country some more and build some work experience. There is an opportunity here, Cassandra. Americans like you can make real money. Get a nicer place. Better than starting over back there.”

Her pretty blue eyes narrowed, skepticism flickering across her face. “You sound like a salesman, Raj,” she responded, her tone light and playful. “And let me guess, you want to hitch a ride on my success?”

The old man grinned knowingly, brushing his thumb over the curve of her hip. “Well… if you’re offering. You know you can’t get enough of this cock,” he said slyly. 

She sighed, shaking her head as she laughed softly. Jokes aside, his words and the heat of his touch were very convincing. She did need to get out of this apartment. God knows how long it had been since she went outside. 

Raj leaned up, kissing the curve of her jaw tenderly. “Let me take care of you for a while,” he murmured. “You deserve it.”

And just like that, the fight with Jason faded into the background, replaced by the slow, magnetic pull of the man in front of her. “Hmm, okay…”

-

The drive was long, with winding rural roads, past stretches of empty coastline, and dense jungles. When they finally arrived at the resort, Cassandra looked through the window, surprised by how empty everything was. The main entrance was quiet, the usual buzz of travelers and staff was stifled by the restrictions. A handful of people moved about in the distance, all wearing masks, their movements slow and cautious. 

Raj stopped the car near the check-in area, his grin unwavering beneath his own loosely worn mask. “Told you it would be quiet,” he said as he turned off the engine and stepped out, stretching his wiry frame before circling to the trunk to grab their things. 

Cassandra followed, adjusting the strap of her light sundress as they approached the front desk, greeted by a masked attendant who checked them in quickly, speaking softly and keeping a respectful distance. There was something eerie about how quiet it was, but also something peaceful: no crowds, no noise, no pollution. Just open space and the faint scent of salt in the air. 

Their villa sat tucked along the beach, neatly nestled between some jungle foliage, set apart from the others. The sea stretched far, calm and blue, with the sound of gentle waves rolling onto the shore.

Raj unlocked the door, pushing it open. “Welcome to paradise,” he said with a playful smirk. 

She stepped inside, setting her things down, and walked straight through the open villa, out onto the back deck where the ocean breeze flowed freely. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the crisp, salty air. The kind of fresh, untainted air she hadn’t smelled in months. 

“This… is perfect,” she admitted, turning to glance at Raj, her pretty blue eyes softening. “Wonder what kind of favor your friend owed you to hook us up with a place like this.”

Raj chuckled, leaning against the glass doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “Heh, nothing much. He lost a bet with me a while back. I just thought it was the best time to cash it in now,” he explained with a small shrug. 

She shook her head, smiling, before turning back to face the ocean, letting the breeze lift her hair, the tension from her arguments with her fiancé drifting away. 

Later that afternoon, they wandered into the small town just beyond the resort. The streets were quiet but alive in their own way. Locals went about their business, small market stalls along the roadside with colorful fabrics, fresh fruit, and handmade trinkets. 

Cassandra walked beside Raj, her cargo shorts riding perfectly up the curve of her ass with each step, her long, toned legs glinted in the sun. She’d paired them with a simple tank top knotted at her waist, just enough skin to feel the warm day without drawing too much attention.

Raj didn’t care about subtlety, however. 

His hand slipped down as they strolled, giving her ass a firm squeeze, fingers pressing into her soft cheek. Cassandra jumped slightly, shooting him a glare, though it carried little heat as she just rolled her eyes and smiled. 

“Raj! Really?” she whispered, glancing around. 

Raj just laughed. “What? This old man can’t help himself.”

She shook her head but didn’t pull away. 

The people here felt different, warmer, friendlier. A few curious glances, but none of the leering stares or catcalls she’d encountered in the city. No beggars were crowding the streets. No shady men loitering at corners. Just a slow, easy rhythm that made her relax, the tension of being cooped up inside for months easing bit by bit. 

As they passed a line of market stalls, one caught her eye. A small stand draped with brightly colored bikinis and swim straps. 

Cassandra stopped, running her fingers over the fabric, realizing she hadn’t packed a single thing for the beach. It wasn’t like she planned to swim when she arrived in India. No swimsuits, no cover-ups. She turned to Raj. “I just realized I don’t have anything for the beach.”

Raj stepped behind her, close enough for her to feel his presence. His gaze raked slowly over the rows of bikinis, then down her body.

“You’d look dangerous in one of these,” he said, voice low, almost a growl. “I want to see you in something small. Something that barely covers anything.”

Cassandra arched a brow at him, giving him a side-glance, but her tugging lips betrayed her. “Of course you do, you dirty old man.”

Raj turned toward the vendor, an older woman reclining behind the stand. He launched into fluent Hindi, his tone casual and charming. He gestured to Cassanda and then pointed at a few of the skimpier pieces. The woman glanced between them before countering firmly. 

Cassandra folded her arms, watching the exchange, trying to suppress her amusement as Raj leaned in haggling without missing a beat. His hands moved expressively, his grin wide, never losing his cool. 

“Raj, I’ll just pay whatever she’s asking,” she insisted, her hand reaching for her wallet. 

Raj shot her an assuring wink. “No, no. I got it. Just let me handle this, okay?”

The vendor finally relented with a laugh, nodding as she folded two bikinis into a small bag: a teal one Cassandra had admired, and a black one Raj wanted for her. 

He turned back after handing the vendor the money, triumphant, holding up the bag. “Heh, got you a very good deal! Very good.”

Cassandra raised a brow. “Hmm, my hero. You didn’t have to haggle with that lady. I was fine paying for this on my own.”

Raj waved his hands, shaking his balding head. “Ah, don’t worry about it. Perfectly normal here. And I told you I’d take care of you. Just let me watch you try them on as repayment.”

Cassandra pursed her lips, leering at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal. She snatched the bag from his hand, smirking. “You’re impossible.”

“Hehe, you love it,” he teased, sliding his bony hand onto her hip as they continued down the quiet street. 

-

Later, Cassandra lay stretched out on a sun lounger near the water, the teal bikini she’d bought hugging every curve of her body perfectly, her long legs extended, glistening with a sheen of sunscreen. Her dark, wavy hair spilled over her shoulders, and her alluring blue eyes fluttered shut beneath her sunglasses as she basked in the heat.

Raj sat beside her, leaning back casually. He had one arm draped over the back of her chair, and a smug grin covered his lips as he scanned the quiet beach. There weren’t many people, just a few scattered couples keeping to themselves and workers tending to their duties. 

His hand slid down, bony fingers curling possessively over her hip, then trailing lower, gripping her plush ass firmly beneath the edge of her bikini bottom. Cassandra let out a soft noise of protest, glancing over the rim of her glasses. 

“Raj…”

He just smirked, giving her cheek a slow squeeze, his thumb brushing along the exposed curve of her skin. “Hehe, an old man can’t admire?” he murmured, playing with her pliable flesh. “You look too good not to touch.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes, but the blush burning in her cheeks told him everything. 

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Cassandra and Raj strolled back from the beach, returning to their villa to get ready for dinner. Cassandra retreated into the bathroom, slipping on a simple, yet alluring sun dress, light and airy, its straps thin against her shoulders. 

Outside, Raj changed too, swapping his loose beach shorts and tank top for a pair of linen pants and a button-down shirt he saved just for this occasion. He left a few of the buttons undone, exposing a hint of the dark skin of his chest. His thin, graying hair remained tousled, but he liked it that way.

When Cassandra stepped out of the bathroom, her blue eyes caught his immediately, lingering just a second longer than necessary. A familiar tension simmered between them, even more potent than ever. The old man grinned, stepping closer, his wrinkly hand brushing along her waist.

“You clean up nice,” he murmured, his hand sliding further back to cup her ass. 

She smirked, patting his chest lightly. “Hmm, for an old man, so do you.”

Together, they walked down the sandy path to the resort’s beachfront restaurant, the warm glow of the lanterns lighting their way. The place wasn’t crowded, just a few guests scattered at well-spaced tables.

As they entered, a young server approached, offering a polite smile, though his eyes lingered curiously on Raj, who trailed a few feet behind Cassandra. His open-collar shirt and worn sandals made Raj look more like some local who wandered in from the beach than a guest. The server’s attention turned back to the American woman, shifting his posture. 

“Table for one?” he asked, his voice polite but carrying a faint edge of assumption.

Cassandra arched her brow, her eyes flicking between the server and her Indian lover. She stepped in without hesitation, sliding her arm smoothly around Raj’s waist. 

“He’s with me,” she said firmly, her voice steady.

The server blinked, caught off guard, before quickly nodding. “O-oh! Of course, ma’am. Right this way.”

Raj smirked as they followed the server to a table near the open arch, the gentle sound of waves filling the calming space. He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as they sat. 

“I could get used to hearing that,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. 

Cassandra shot him a playful glare, though a soft smile spread across her lips. 

Dinner passed under the warm glow of the lanterns above, the quiet sounds of the waves nearby setting a peaceful and romantic air to the evening. The resort’s beachfront restaurant served grilled fish with spiced vegetables and cold white wine that Cassandra sipped slowly, savoring the calming moment. 

She laughed at one of Raj’s dry, teasing remarks, her hand brushing his on the table without thinking. It was easy, natural, too natural. They’d slipped into something resembling a relationship without ever calling it that, their days filled with lazy mornings and filthy nights, their bodies tangled more often than not. 

Raj sat across from her, wine glass in hand, his aged eyes focused on the stunning American woman who sat before him. 

“You know,” he began after a pause, his voice lower now and more serious, “we’ve been doing this for a while.”

Cassandra arched her brow, pulling her glass from her lips. “Doing what exactly?”

Raj smirked knowingly. “Living like this. Together. Fucking. Waking up in each other’s arms. Acting like we’re more than just some dirty fling.”

Her smile faltered slightly, his brash words making her nervously shift her attention to see if anyone heard. 

Raj leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “Why don’t we just make this real?”

Cassandra blinked. She felt like they’d talked about their situation many times in some form or another as of late. “Raj… I feel like we’ve talked about this before.”

“Eh, I know, I know… but I’m being serious this time,” he replied with a shrug, his voice steady as he remained locked onto her alluring blue eyes. “You’re already staying longer with that new job. And… you don’t wear that ring anymore.” His eyes flicked down to her bare hand meaningfully. 

Cassandra instinctively glanced at her left hand. She’d taken the ring off weeks ago, totally forgetting about it as she fell deep into the lust and passion with Raj. She was almost taken aback at how she hadn’t even thought about putting it back on, even at this very moment.

“I didn’t realize you noticed,” she murmured, lazily twirling a thread of her hair with her fingers. 

Raj chuckled, swirling the wine in his glass. “I notice everything about you, beautiful. Especially when it confirms what I already know.”

“And what’s that?”

“That you’re mine. You just haven’t admitted it yet.”

Cassandra stared at him, unknowingly nibbling on the corner of her lip as her thighs clenched together. She wanted to push back, to remind him that this was only temporary since she still had a life and a fiancé waiting back home. But he was right. She hadn’t spoken to Jason in days, ever since they’d argued about her taking on the internship, and she hadn’t even thought about calling him back.

She knew that her relationship with Jason was on its last legs. She was too in denial to admit that things weren’t working out with the man she initially fell in love with and was engaged to. 

Cassandra let out a heavy sigh through her nostrils, her body tensing as the stress of her problems crept in again. 

Raj reached across the table and took her hand, rubbing circles into her palm with his thumb. She didn’t pull away. 

He smiled just enough to make her relax, although she was pressing her thighs tighter underneath the table. 

“Hmm, you’re thinking about leaving him, aren’t you?” he asked, his gaze unwavering. “Or,” he added, “have you already made up your mind?”

Cassandra didn’t answer. 

Her delicate fingers traced the rim of her wine glass, eyes cast down toward the table. Her heart pounded in her chest at how things were unfolding before her. This wasn’t a choice to be taken lightly, but deep down, she already knew what she wanted.

Raj watched her closely, his smirk fading into something more measured. “Hm, you don’t have to say it,” the old man murmured, leaning in just a little. “I see it. Every time you look at me, like I’m the only thing that matters. Heh, I know I’m not the youngest… or most attractive… but I give you something no one else can.”

Her breath caught, his words hitting her like a waking slap of truth. 

Cassandra swallowed hard. The idea of being with this older, hung, Indian man who had claimed her so thoroughly and caused her to abandon her past commitments made her so aroused.

Raj’s raspy voice dropped even lower. “You’ve already left him in every way that counts, no? You’re just waiting for the right moment to admit it yourself.”

Cassandra looked up, meeting his dark, hungry eyes across the flickering candlelight. There was no denial in her gaze, just quiet conflict, and the faintest hint of guilt shadowed by desire.  

Raj licked his lips. Not cocky. Not triumphant.

Just certain.

And that scared her more than anything else.

Raj flashed her a knowing look, the lust in his gaze making her pussy soaked. “Let’s get out of here, shall we?”

-

Back at the villa, the tension that simmered through dinner exploded the moment the door shut behind them. 

Cassandra grabbed Raj by the collar of his open shirt and crashed her lips with his, their mouths colliding in a sloppy, desperate kiss. There was no finesse, only carnal hunger. Their bodies pressed together, hands roaming wildly, clutching, pulling. She moaned into his mouth as his hands slid down her back, finding her plush ass and gripping it hard through the thin fabric of her sundress. 

He walked backward blindly, lips never leaving hers until the back of her knees hit the bed. With a rough shove, they tumbled down together, Raj landing flat on his back. They kicked off their sandals, scooting further up the mattress. Cassandra straddled him, her elegant, dark hair falling past her shoulders, her eyes burning with desire. 

Their conversation at dinner may have ended in silence, but the answer was here, in her touch, in the way she stared down at him like he was the only man in the world she needed. She had made her choice. She was his.

She sat up just enough to yank her dress over her head and toss it aside, revealing her sun-kissed skin and a lacey bra barely holding back her shapely breasts. Raj growled beneath her, sitting up just enough to bury his face in her divine cleavage, his hands sliding under her thighs, squeezing her bare ass. 

“Hm? You didn’t wear any panties tonight?” he rasped. 

“No,” she whispered with a faint, devious giggle, grinding her hips down against his. 

Raj chuckled, his breath hot against her skin. “Hehe, you’re so naughty.”

She kissed him again, slower this time but just as hungry, rocking against the thick bulge of his pants. Her fingers made quick work of his buttons, shoving his shirt off his shoulders, then leaning forward, kissing and licking down his chest, following the trail of wiry, graying hair that led below his waistline. 

Raj leaned back on his elbows, watching her as she slid off him and knelt between his skinny legs. She undid his pants and tugged them down along with his briefs, freeing his cock—thick, dark, already leaking with arousal. 

Cassandra licked her lips, eyes locked on his as she wrapped her fingers around the base and gave him a slow, deliberate stroke. She reached behind her, unhooking her bra, freeing her perfect tits, her nipples hard from the lust between them. She leaned forward and licked his bulbous head, tasting the salt of his skin and precum on her tongue. 

Raj let out a low, broken moan. “Ohhh… yes…”

She took him into her mouth inch by inch, her soft lips stretching around his veiny girth, tongue swirling as she swallowed him deep. Her hands gripped his thighs as her head bobbed in skillful, circular motions that she had perfected during her tenure with him, the lewd, wet sounds and ragged breathing filling the air as she worked him. 

“Augh… Eeayah! Yes… suck that cock,” he groaned, his balding head tipping back in pure pleasure. 

She moaned around his cock, the vibration making his thighs tense. Her pace quickened, sucking him harder, her spit dripping down his shaft and heavy balls as she deepthroated him with maddening precision. Her eyes fluttered up, locking with his, full of heat and something far more dangerous. Devotion. 

She wasn’t thinking about Jason. She wasn’t thinking about home. She was here, on her knees. Worshipping Raj’s cock like it was the only thing that mattered. 

Cassandra moaned softly as she pulled her lips from Raj’s cock, her tongue trailing down his throbbing shaft until she reached his heavy balls. She kissed them first, slowly and teasingly, then began to suckle them one at a time, letting them fill her mouth as her hand stroked his slick, hot length.

Raj groaned deeply, his hips twitching under her touch, one hand gripping her hair as she pleasured him. “Ouuhh… you’re going to make me lose it,” the old man growled, his toes curling and spreading from the welcoming embrace of her mouth.

Cassandra smiled against his balls, then pulled back, a thick string of spit connecting from her lips to his sack before she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and rose to her feet. Her eyes never left his as she climbed onto the bed, lying back against the pillows and spreading her legs slowly, beckoning him to get between them. 

“Come fuck me,” she whispered, her tongue wickedly dragging across her lips as she presented her sopping, smooth-shaven pussy to her Indian lover.

Raj didn’t hesitate. 

He quickly crawled onto the bed with primal hunger, his lean, wiry frame moving over her body like a shadow. His bony hands slid up her thighs, pushing them apart and pressing them up his sides. Her long legs framed his body, smooth and open, trembling in anticipation. 

The size difference between them was always laughable. Cassandra was tall, toned, and radiant, while Raj was smaller, older, leaner, but no less dominant. The contrast only made the arousal between them burn hotter. She was perfect, too perfect for the likes of this dirty old man. But that’s what made things more intoxicating. 

Raj gripped the base of his cock, thick and slick with her spit, and guided it slowly against her soaked pussy. He rubbed his head against her folds, teasing her swollen clit before pressing the tip just inside. 

Cassandra gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets. “Hmmmm… Raj…”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re mine, beautiful,” he murmured. 

Then he pushed in.

Slowly. Deeply. 

Her mouth dropped open in a long, sultry moan, her back arching as she felt the familiar stretch of his cock. Raj groaned above her, his hands holding her thighs in place as he buried himself to the hilt. 

She was dripping, soaked for him, and the tight grip of her pussy around his cock was enough to make him cum right then and there.

But he held back. He wanted to savor the moment a while longer before he claimed her once and for all. 

Raj began to move, slowly at first, dragging his cock almost all the way out before thrusting it back into Cassandra’s dripping cunt with a deep, satisfying smack. Her body jolted beneath him, her back arching even more as she let out a sharp moan. 

“Oh fuck—Raj… so deep…” she gasped, her toes curling.

He grunted, eyes locked on her flushed face as he drove into her again, and again, each thrust harder than the last. His rough hands held her thighs wide open, pressing them up against her chest, folding her body just how he wanted it, completely exposed, completely his. 

“You like that?” he growled, leaning over her, sweat beading along his brow. “You like me fucking you like this?”

Cassandra moaned, her blue eyes hazy with pure ecstasy, flicking down between them. She could see it, see the way his bare cock disappeared into her slick folds, then reappeared coated in her wetness, over and over, slamming into her with obscene, wet sounds.

“Y-es,” she managed, her voice breathy and full of desperate need. “Fuck, I love it… you feel so fucking good, Raj! Ouuhhhh! Hmmm! K-eep going! Deeper, baby!”

“Argh! This pussy is all mine,” he roared, snapping his hips harder, the bed creaking underneath them. “Take all of me like you were born for this like the dirty little slut you are.”

Cassandra cried out, her head rolling back, dark hair splayed across the pillows. “I am—I’m your slut—I love getting my pussy pounded by you!”

Raj licked his lips, his grip tightening on her thighs, angling his strokes even deeper. “Say it again.”

She moaned louder, her voice rising as she lost herself in the rhythm of his eye-rolling thrusts. The bed rocked under them, her body jolting with every deep, punishing stroke. Her hands gripped the sheets, pillows, anything she could hold onto as she writhed beneath him. 

“I’m yours!” she cried out, barely able to breathe between moans. “This pussy is yours! Raj!”

He grinned, feral and flushed, eyes dark with satisfaction as he fucked the truth out of her. The way she clenched around him, the way her voice cracked on his name, it was everything he wanted. 

Raj moved, leaning in close, his sweaty chest pressing firmly against Cassandra’s body, their contrasting skin sticking together in the heat of their filthy passion. Her boobs were smushed against him, soft and warm, her nipples dragging across his skin with every thrust.

He slid his hands into hers, lacing their fingers together before pinning them down on either side of her head against the mattress. She gasped at the sudden restraint, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. 

Raj’s face hovered just inches above hers, his breath hot and uneven, his lips brushing her cheek as he spoke. 

“Yeah?” he whispered, fucking her slow and deep, grinding his narrow hips with deliberate weight. “You moan my name, tell me this pussy’s mine… but are you gonna leave that useless boy? She moaned louder, losing herself in the rhythm of his eye-rolling thrusts. “I’m yours! This pussy is yours! Raj!”

He grinned, feral and flushed, eyes dark with satisfaction as he fucked the truth out of her. “Yeah? You gonna leave that useless fiancé of yours?”

Cassandra whimpered beneath him, her body twitching with each thrust, but she didn’t answer. Her eyes searched his, wide and dazed, the remnants of her doubts struggling against their lust and desire. The weight of his body, the feeling of being pinned by this smaller yet dominant older man, was all too much. 

She knew what she wanted.

Raj thrust harder, burying himself inside her with a grunt, rolling and grinding against her pelvis, forcing another breathless moan from her lips. Her eyes rolled back, the sensation of his cock pressing against her cervix. The sensation sent heavy waves of pleasure through her.

“Tell me,” he growled, his voice low and demanding. “Just say it.”

Her voice broke on a moan. “I-I don’t know—Raj—”

“Yes, you do,” he snapped, thrusting again. “You stopped wearing that fucking ring. You come crawling to me every night. You love the way I fuck you.”

He bent down, kissing her hard, his tongue claiming her mouth as he kept her pinned and spread beneath him. When he pulled back, their lips slick and panting, he stared into her eyes.

Cassandra's legs inched up instinctively, wrapping around Raj’s waist, pulling him deeper. Her body moved on its own: needy, clinging, desperate for more. She couldn’t resist him, couldn’t deny the way her hips lifted to meet every deep, grinding thrust, the way her walls pulsed greedily around his cock. 

Raj moved closer, their foreheads brushing, lips barely apart. He still had her hands pinned beside her head, his fingers interlaced with hers, his body pressing her into the bed, claiming her completely. 

“You gonna say it?” he repeated against her mouth. “Say what we both already know?”

Cassandra moaned, her body trembling, on the edge. “Mmm, fuck… Raj…”

He thrust hard, making her cry out loud, her breasts bouncing between them.

“Say it, Cassandra,” he grunted. “Tell me you’ll leave him. Tell me you’re mine now.”

She clenched her jaw, her eyes squeezing shut, fighting it, not because she didn’t mean it, but because once she said it, it would be real. Final. Her body wanted this so badly, despite the last shred of guilt she had screaming at her to stop. But it was too late. She was close, so close. Her climax coiled in her core, ready to explode at any moment.  

Another thrust—deep and rough—and she finally broke.

“I’ll leave him!” she uttered, her voice raw and full of release. “I’ll leave him! I’m yours, Raj! Only yours!”

Her orgasm hit like a lightning strike, tearing through her, legs locking tight around his back, pussy spasming uncontrollably around him as she screamed his name. 

“OOUUUUUUHHHH! RAJ!”

Raj let out a low, primal groan, a victorious grin spreading across his face as he watched her come undone before him.  

“Yes… Yes… leave him… leave that useless boy…” he rasped, slamming into her at a mind-melting pace, fucking her through the aftershocks, chasing his own impending orgasm. “You’re mine now, beautiful. All mine.”

Cassandra’s head tipped back, her voice nothing but sultry gasps and cries as she felt him grow even thicker inside her. She knew what was coming. She felt it building in his body, the way he moved with erratic, desperate need. 

He leaned into her ear, panting. “Augh… I’m close. I’m gonna cum so fucking deep inside you, Cassandra. We’re done with your little rule from now on. I get to fill this pussy whenever I want now.”

Her eyes widened, her lips parting, but she didn’t protest. 

Not this time. 

She just clung to him tighter, legs wrapped around his waist, her body already bracing for it, aching for it.

Raj growled. “You’re gonna take it. Every last drop.”

She felt him swelling inside her, thick and pulsing, the way his pace faltered, hips jerking with growing urgency. Raj was going to claim her once and for all. 

And she didn’t care anymore. She wanted this.

“Do it,” she moaned, arching up into him, her voice wild and needy. “Cum, Raj… fucking cum inside of me. I want it.”

His beady eyes flared, his rolling hips bucking as he reached the edge. 

“I don’t care if you knock me up,” she continued. “I want to feel your filthy load inside me again.”

Raj breathed heavily, his restraint snapping. He gripped her hands hard, pinning her with possessive force as he drove in deeper. 

“Yes… argh… ohhhh,” he moaned, his voice husky. “You want me to fill this pussy up? Make it mine forever?”

“Yes,” she cried, “Raj! Please!”

Their mouths collided, tongues sloppily tangling as they kissed hungrily, losing themselves in the primal pleasure of it all. 

He groaned into her mouth as he finally came, his wiry body tensing, legs rigid, hips jerking as he spilled his virile seed inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum spewed deep into her womb, the sensation spreading within her very core. Cassandra moaned into the kiss, her eyes rolling back, as she felt every pulse of him emptying inside her. 

Raj’s breath stuttered, a low, guttural sound escaping his throat as he held her tight, breeding her tight American pussy with his Indian sperm. His cock twitched, pumping her until the last of his release left his contracting balls. He kept his lips pressed to hers as they both shuddered through the final waves of pure ecstasy buzzing between them. 

When he finally collapsed on top of her, still buried inside, they lay there tangled, sweaty, spent, and completely bound to each other in every possible way. 

Cassandra lay beneath him, her body still twitching, her breath ragged, legs loosely wrapped around Raj’s skinny waist as she recovered from the aftershocks. She could feel how full her pussy was with his release: thick, hot, and unprotected, exactly how they both wanted it. 

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Their bodies remained pressed against each other, slick with sweat and desire, the scent of sex thick in the air. Raj nestled his face into the crook of her neck, peppering her sensitive skin with light, sensual kisses.

Cassandra didn’t speak. She didn’t need to.

She had made her choice. 

No more guilt. No more indecision. No more pretending she was someone else, living a life that didn’t fit her anymore. She’d crossed that line, and she didn’t want to go back. 

But what was happening deep inside her fertile depths only cemented her decision. Raj’s virile sperm surged forward with purpose, eagerly waiting for this very moment. One determined swimmer found her egg with ease. And in that quiet, unseen moment, their bodies completed what their lust had started. 

His genes fused with hers, chromosomes pairing, cells beginning to divide. A spark of life was born between them. 

Cassandra didn’t know it yet. But something had changed, not just between them, but in her very body.

She’d let him in completely. And now, she was officially his…

To be continued…