Rajveer kicked the door shut behind them, the distant echoes of the wedding chants fading into oblivion as he pinned Veda against the wall. His mouth crashed onto hers, devouring her lips with a hunger that bordered on feral. He tasted the salty remnants of his own cum on her tongue, the flavor mingling with her sweetness, driving him wild. Their breaths came in ragged pants, chests heaving as tongues battled—wet, sloppy slides and sucks that left her lips swollen and glistening.