Page 322 of A King's Oath

She kissed him, using her tongue to answer. Then pushed up, reached for the drawer for the condom and rolled it onto him. She got rid of her shorts and began to lower herself.

“Wait… are you…”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Still am.”

He hit his head back into his pillow at the otherworldly sensations.

“Slow, Ava…”

“It’s all the way now!” She shot down with a bang, making his eyes roll up. “You are my husband.”

He lost all control then.

“I am,” Samarth asserted, thrusting up to meet her. “I so am.”

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“Samarth,” she poked his bicep. No response.

“Samarth!” She poked again and kept poking. His closed lids scrunched.

“What, Ava?”

“I want sex.”

His eyes tore open — “What?” He turned his head to the window, the curtains half-open after she had gotten up to freshen up and look at Nawanagar’s sunrise from his window.Theirwindow.

“And you do too…” she reached under the duvet and found him ready.

“Ooh…” his eyes squeezed shut again. “How do you… never mind!” Long arms reached for her and she was straddling him in the next instant, the duvet fallen away.

“My sexual appetite is suddenly relentless,” she pushed her hair over one shoulder and bent down to kiss him.

“I am not complaining,” his fingers bunched in the hair at the back of her head, his hand pushing between them and into her shorts.

“You missed your pre-dawn bhajan session,” she nipped his jaw.

“You didn’t let me sleep before dawn.”

“I plan to not let you sleep a lot more,” she kissed her way down his throat to his chest, feeling his fingers work her like they always did. Better now, because he worked her like he was her husband or something. Avantika chuckled, trailing her mouth to his navel.

“Brahmi Kumari padharya chhe!” A loud holler froze her.

“Shit! Fuck!” She pushed off him and went under the duvet.

“Mama!” Brahmi rattled their door.

“Rawal? Maarani? Brahmi wants to come to you,” Hira ben’s softer voice shattered all her roaring sexual appetite.

“Go, open! I am not wearing anything!” Samarth panicked, going under the duvet.

“What open? Look at me!” She pointed to her tiny shorts and top that had ridden up.

“It’s just Hira ben…”

“And your guards.”

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