Page 105 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

“Rudra, please, if anyone saw me like this, I'll be so embarrassed to even meet eyes with them,” she whined, kicking her feet in the air.

“This area is off-limits to men.” She gripped my back, hiding her face, when a girlish voice rang out in the hallways.

“Ranaji!” I looked at a surprised Suman, and Nandani nervously muttered her name under her breath,“Suman.” She immediately lowered her head.

“Do not disturb us,” I said, entering the bedroom.

Locking the door, I took her to the bed, and she cried,“She sawus.”

I put her down on the bed. Her face flushed crimson. Palming her face, she mumbled,“Oh God, Rudra.” I smiled at her reaction, pulling my kurta off, and threw it right on her face.

She looked at me through her lashes when I got on the bed.“Widen your legs for me, little wife,” I said, and a gasp slippedoff her lips.

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My heart leapt into my throat.

Suman saw us in a very scandalous embrace: me, on his shoulder, in just a nightgown, my legs on display.

My insides somersaulted when I watched him getting on the bed. The heat prevailing between us pulled us closer like a magnetic force. His partly naked, finely built body, his muscular arms and abs—a sinful delight for my eyes.

“Widen your legs, love,” he said, and I looked up at him. As he sneaked closer, my body subconsciously began to move back in anticipation.

Part of me was thrilled, eagerly awaiting his advances and wanting to satiate my howling desires. Yet, another part of me was equally burdened by the dread of impending possibilities—possibilities that caused a whirlwind to spin in my belly.

Nearing steadily, he trailed his fingers over my calf, awakening every fibre of my being while grazing my thighs. The barest interactions of his fingertips with my body, his fleeting touches, ignited a flame so rich in passion, it turned me breathless.

He, inching closer, lowered himself and pressed a prolonged kiss against my midriff through the garment. With his knees in between, he parted my legs wider and hovered over me, locking his gaze with mine, filled with unspoken needs.

As he pressed in on me to place a pillow under my head, my lips brushed against his jaw for a split moment. To his demand, I inhaled a shaky breath and opened my legs wide for him.

“You are so beautiful, inside and out,” he said, his eyes tracingmy features as his gaze often drifted between my eyes and my lips. He gently caressed my cheek, and I yielded to his touch, surrendering to the warmth of his hands.“Really?” I asked.

I didn't know what it was. Was it the night dimly lit by candles? Was it the room filled with our blended scents? Was it our ragged breaths blowing on each other's faces, or were his feathery touches that put me in a daze and filled my mind with delightful sensations?

My master was indeed right. Love-making between a couple isn't necessarily and ideally hasty, and filled with just carnal hunger and fleshly desire. Pleasurable sensations are enlivened with subtle, tender touches, with immense care, admiration, words of compliments, caresses that drive the butterflies to flap their wings heavily in our belly. It is in the fleeting eye contact and the longing for each other that arouses the need to have the most passionate unions. Because I could feel all that, he was making me live all of it.

I arched my back, burning in an unquenchable yearning. My insides churned, feeling my core throb, a knot so tight in my lower abdomen, demanding a release. Yet he took it at a steady pace.

“Hnnn…” He hummed, planting a slow, deliberate kiss on my cheek, savoring the moment and searing warmth into my skin. My eyes squeezed shut, feeling his weight on me as our chests collided in a feverish intimacy.

Opening my eyes, I gazed into his deep, intense eyes, with his fuller lips and chiseled jaw. His features always put me in a gawking haze.

I felt his fingers crawl over my knee, raising it high, and a soft gasp slipped from my lips as I sensed his waist stroking against my inner thighs. I shuddered at the sensation of the cool air hitting my exposed legs and clutched his upper arm with expectancy.

Delving his face into my neck, he captured my earlobe between his teeth, causing me to hiss at the pleasurable ache.

I tried to slow the heavy rise and fall of my chest as he bit my ear harshly, eliciting a throaty moan from me. I clung to him with desperation, pulling him closer and holding his nape. The clattering of my bangles resonated deeply in the chamber, causing me to curl my toes in anticipation.

“You have such a sensitive body, little seductress,” he breathed near my ear, his wild breathing fanning over my neck, handsfeathering my thighs and sending shivers down my spine.

“Uh… I’m loving your touch,” I said, my voice shaky, laced with devouring desire. His fingers were on all the right spots, as if he knew where I was most sensitive, rekindling them with his tortures.

While nibbling on my ear, he moved fingers to my core, his pace gentle, his eyes on me, like he was exploring. I slowly swept his long fringes aside, falling on his sweaty forehead, and bit my lower lip as I felt him gliding his finger on my slick folds.

“Ahhh…” A needy gasp left my mouth, my hips in sync, riding on his fingers, my arousal deepening with his intensifying progress. He showered my face with feather-light kisses, holding my neck in place, igniting my senses.

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