Ansh just smirked and continued his teasing. The cold ice cube trailed down her collarbone, sending shivers through Anaya's entire body, a stark contrast to the burning heat of Ansh's skin beneath her. He moved the cube slowly, deliberately, over the soft curve of her breast, circling the sensitive peak without touching it directly, making her breath catch in her throat.

"Ansh," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, a mixture of protest and desperate plea. Her hands, which had been resting on his hard chest, instinctively tightened, her fingers digging into his sculpted muscles.