Page 190 of One Hellish Love

“Head back to Raheja Mansion. I’ll call you when I need a ride.”

The call ended, and without breaking eye contact, Rudra scooped Kashish into his arms and carried her effortlessly into the bedroom. Kashish wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her. There was something electric in the air between them, the years of tension and longing finally coming to a head.

He set her down gently, but even after her feet touched the ground, he didn’t let go. His hand remained at the small of her back, drawing her closer.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispered, his voice husky, his eyes searching hers.

Kashish’s heart fluttered. She could see it in his eyes—the longing, the love, the restraint he’d held for so long.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything,” she whispered back, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek. Her thumb grazed his lower lip, feeling the softness of it, and her body responded to the closeness.

Rudra exhaled sharply, his arms wrapping around her more securely. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead, then her cheek, and finally her lips. The kiss was tender at first, a gentle exploration. But as the seconds ticked by, the restraint they’d both been holding on began to loosen. His lips moved more urgently against hers, as if afraid she might slip away if he didn’t hold on tight.

Her hands slid up his biceps, feeling the strength in them, the muscles that had always drawn her in. Rudra’s arms traveled up her spine, igniting fires wherever he touched before his fingers unzipped her dress, inch by inch.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” he murmured against her lips, pulling her flush against him.

Kashish smiled against his mouth.

“Then don’t wait anymore,” she whispered, giving him permission to let go of the careful restraint he’d always shown her.

That was all it took. Rudra’s mouth descended on hers again, this time with a hunger that mirrored her own. With her dress quickly discarded, Rudra pushed her on the bed, before unbuttoning his shirt. Kashish kept her eyes locked with his but after discarding his shirt when his fingers fumbled with hispants zip, her breath caught in her throat, her gaze automatically dropping to his fingers, watching his every move. This was really happening and she couldn’t wait.

Desires burned hotter as he shrugged off his pants and hovered over her in one quick move. But he paused for a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily as he took in the sight of the woman he had loved for so long. Every second he had dreamed of this—her, in his arms, wanting him just as much as he had always wanted her. She was now finally his. His eyes glistened with tears at that thought.

“I still can’t believe this is real,” he whispered.

Kashish, equally breathless, reached up, her fingers tracing the contours of his jaw.

“It’s real,” she whispered back. “We’re real.”

Rudra lowered his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“You have said that to me before,” she replied, her own eyes tearing up at his confession. “Now make love to me.”

He let out a soft groan before he kissed away her unshed tears. Kashish let out a soft gasp as his lips then moved to her neck, pressing warm, lingering kisses against her skin, sending shivers coursing through her. Her hands tangled in his hair, and she pulled him closer, needing more, wanting to be consumed by him.

Every touch, every kiss, felt like an affirmation of their love, of the struggles they’d overcome to get here. As his hands roamed over her skin, he took his time, savoring each second, memorizing the feel of her beneath him. Unable to control himself further, he unclasped her bralette and tugged it off her body. Her breath came in shallow gasps as his lips found her breasts, kissing them softly before he finally gave in to the passion surging between them, kissing and kneading them to his heart’s content. She was everything he had ever wanted,everything he had fought for, and in this moment, nothing else mattered.

Kashish felt her body responding to his every touch. When he almost tore away the last piece of lace covering her lower body, there was no hesitation anymore, no doubt, only pure, raw love.

“Rudra,” Kashish whispered, her voice breathy and filled with desire, as his fingers stroked her sensitive flesh. Her hands clutched his broad shoulders as he moved against her. She had never felt more vulnerable, more connected, than she did in this moment.

He leaned down, kissing her deeply, his fingers still stroking her, bringing her to the edge.

“Feel me,” he murmured between the kisses, his eyes glued to the blissful expressions on her face as he pleased her.

“More,” she gasped, holding his wrist, trying to control the rhythm of his fingers but the next instant he stopped. Before Kashish could register why, he moved lower latching his mouth to where she ached for him. Her entire body exploded at the visual of Rudra pleasing her in such an intimate way, worshipping her body with such finesse like doing this was the only thing that kept him alive so far. Within minutes, her breathing turned choppy and every nerve in her body tingled.

“Please,” she whimpered before an explosion of ecstasy shattered through her.

Her body shuddered before she felt his withdrawal again. With haze filled eyes Kashish looked at him to know why he moved. Rudra discarded the last piece of fabric from his body before opening her up. Their gaze locked again as he lowered himself over her. Their bodies fit together perfectly. Yet, he paused for a moment, looking into her eyes as if silently seeking for her permission. She arched against him, feeling the heat of his skin against hers, and Rudra got his approval. He movedinside her, slow, unhurried and with utmost care to not hurt the woman he loved.

The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to bear, but Kashish didn’t want it to stop. She wanted to stay in this moment forever, wrapped in his arms, lost in the depth of their love. It wasn’t just the physical act of making love—it was the joining of two souls that had always been destined for one another.

Rudra’s breath came in ragged gasps, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he moved inside her. He whispered her name again, over and over, like a prayer. Kashish held him tighter, her own heart swelling with love for this man who had fought so hard to be with her, who had never given up on them, even when she had been lost in her own doubts and fears.

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