191 The painting

"Fuck, Shana!" Vihaan exclaimed, jerking her hands off his eyes.

Shana immediately closed her eyes and covered them with her arms as if shielding her properly. Meanwhile, her breathings were too rough, her cheeks too red, and her body deep in pleasure too much.

She did not care what he was saying, thinking or looking at. She was busy captivating and feeling her first orgasm because of any male.

Her male, corrected her heart.

Vihaan waited and waited for her response, but when he could not wait for more, he grabbed both of her arms, uncovering her eyes.

Shana closed her eyes with more force, as if that was making her cover herself from embarrassment she was feeling.

Vihaan was now no more interested in looking in her eyes.

He was worried.

Had he hurt her?

Before he could question it, Shana, opened her eyes, but without looking at him, she snatched the bedsheet and stood away from the bed, the sheet wrapped around her.