Page 106 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

A shuddering moan escaped me, and my body elevated as he began rubbing my core swiftly in a circular motion, and I sealed my eyes shut.

Kissing the side of my lips, he muttered.“Look at me, Nandani,”

Hearing my name spill from his mouth, smooth, with so much fervency, was strangely satisfying. Suddenly, he slipped his fingers inside, and I clamped onto his upper arm, opening my eyes wide, and looked at him.

The cold uneasiness of his thick finger began taking over the sensations, making me wriggle under him, yet his deep eyes had me bound in their entice.

“Breath, my love,” He said.“Don’t strain yourself.” With that, he slid half his finger inside of me, making me almost whimper at the piercing pain.

The muscles in my hips and legs tightened, and I stretched my body, pressing my head uneasily into the mattress. I breathed hastily at the nuance of his touch.

“Calm down, little bird,” he said, his tone gentle and full of patience. Cautiously, he took his finger out, and I instantly whined at the loss of his touch, feeling void.

He moved his mouth over mine, claiming my lips in a slow, searing kiss that left me dizzy.

“I’ll go deeper now, let me know if you feel pain or discomfort,” he muttered, and I gulped, envisioning his long fingers in me.“Okay?” He asked, and I nodded absentmindedly.

Holding my gaze, he slowly let his finger nudge in again, delicately building up stronger sensations, letting me feel all of it.My breathing turned uneven, my insides struggled to settle in place, and my brows knitted together at the profound feeling.

I opened my eyes and peeked at his flushed face through my heavily batting lashes.“You are so tight, little death-bed,” he growled in a low tone, placing his forehead over mine, and a wave of stun passed down my spine at what he said.

It still felt unpleasant, fixating all my focus on it. To divert my mind from it, I watched his throat move as he swallowed hard, like he was restraining himself.

He tightened his grip on my neck, spreading my legs more apart and slid his finger deeper, earning a loud moan from me.“Ahhhh…..”

I lost all control over myself; my nails gouged his shoulder as he pushed further inside. It was impossible for me, my voice hitched as I gasped for air, and a strident whimper spilt past my lips.

Even though the pain was persistent, the stinging sensation gradually began to turn into a tingle. There was a slight discomfort, yet the hint of peak arousal was prudent with the way he was playing with my wetness.

“Loosen up,” He said, and I blinked in a stupor, with my lips agape, taking in heavy gushes of air. It took me a good few seconds to comprehend what he was demanding.

I closed my eyes nervously, steadying my breath to ease the tension from my body.

Trust is essential during physical intimacy between a couple, and I truly loved how he was fostering it between us.

“Good girl,” he mumbled against my cheek while kissing me hungrily, trying to distract me from the emerging pain that had built up when he drove his finger all the way in.

I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut, holding onto his arm tighter.

“Calm down, Nandani,” he said, and I opened my eyes. The view of the ornate ceiling seemed blurred to my vision. I wrung the bedsheets in my fists near my head, and my back curved upward since he kept kissing me passionately.

My heart was beating so rapidly and loudly, I was sure he could hear it.“Calm down, Nandani. Let yourself feel it. Isn't it beautiful?” He whispered and took the edge of my ear between his lips, making hair on every inch of my skin hoist at his burning yet delightful touch.

My core twitched when he suddenly flicked his finger inside me,hitting a spot that made bliss engulf me, surging through every nerve of my body. It felt like I was about to explode, shattering into pieces, and suddenly I felt an urge building up in me to feel something identical right at the moment.

“Feel it, Nandani. Hold it back until I tell you,” he said, biting on my jaw, thrusting his finger in and out. I cried softly, my body shaking, trying to match his pace, legs and stomach contracting hard, clamouring for a release.

“Ahhh…. Rudra,” my lips trembled as his name stammered its way out of my mouth. With his other hand, he clutched my hand, which was latched onto the bedsheet, and kissed his way through my neck.

It was overwhelming; his finger pressed against my sensitive spot repeatedly, his lips brushing my skin, his hand guiding me, his husky body enveloping me.

“Ah…. Rudra,” I screamed his name at a sharp, high pitch, my blood curdling with the intensifying tension.

My throat ran dry, and I bit my lower lip when he muttered,“Good girl, hold it like that.”

I was sweating profusely, the fabric clung to my body, my knees were up high as he hungrily sucked on the side of my neck, leaving a stingy pain on my flesh. Reaching out, I clasped onto his neck from behind at the heightened emotions.

I couldn’t breathe, I wanted to get over this helplessness, I could feel the peak of my arousal. Never in my whole life had I ever felt so. It was maddening, heart-pounding, yet ecstatic. It felt like my body wasn’t in my control; I was in his power.

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