Page 107 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

“Ahhh… Rudra, please,” I pleaded, digging my nails into flesh, piercing his skin.

He knew what he was doing, hitting the tip of his finger at this one spot, over and over, driving me wild.

“Please, Rudra, I’m begging you,” I cried out erratically, but he went on, tormenting my collarbone with his teeth, nipping on them earnestly.

Soaring his mouth up my neck, he sucked me under the jaw and I began quivering under him uncontrollably. The more I tried to calm my hammering heart and steady my breath, the more I failed. My mind, my sanity, my attention, all of it at stake, pinned on his finger inside me.

“Please… Rudra, just let me…” I begged—my tone insistent, filled with immense desperation.

He knew how to end this. He was making me feel all this. Pushing me to the edge and keeping me from letting it out.

“Plea…” I made an attempt to speak, but I couldn't. I laboured to breathe. The last ounce of sanity left my body. I was flushed, on the brink of losing my consciousness, the sensational pleasure too exhilarating, but tiring.

A low, throaty moan escaped me, and he lifted his face, demanding,“Look at me.” he was panting too, his voice hoarse, and I tried to look through my dazed vision.

Leaning in, he clashed his lips on mine, thrusting his tongue fervently into my mouth. And it happened.

My pulse shifted rhythmically, my breath quickened, my body shook frenziedly, and I whimpered loudly into his mouth.

It felt as though I was flooded with a gush of sensation flowing through my veins, my whole body. The room around me faded into an oblivion of pleasure. The slick release heated me entirely, and I closed my eyes, giving in to the kiss with equal fire.

He drew his finger out, kissing me gently, letting me catch my breath. Pulling away, he looked into my eyes, and I was flabbergasted. What the hell just happened?I thought.

The corner of his lips flicked up as he smiled softly, caressing my cheek.

I turned my head aside, blinking rapidly, and chewed my lower lip. My knees were still wobbly, and the area between my legs throbbed with an electrifying sensation.

Planting a kiss on my forehead, he whispered,“I love you, Nandani.” On instinct, my lips stretched into a grin.“I hope you enjoyed your punishment, little deathbed.” Flustered by his words, I hugged him closer, and he showered my neck with light kisses, here and there, his beard tickling me, making me giggle.

But then, my smile faltered as an important question arose in my mind. I slightly nudged him back and looked at him, tilting my head.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” I asked. He chuckled amusedly at my question and pressed his lips to my temple.

Shifting beside me, he rested his face on one elbow, and softly brushing my stomach, he said,“Yes, I’m sure,”

I turned on his side and asked,“But how do you know so much?You know, my master once said that a man could spend his whole life and he still wouldn't understand what a woman wants.”

He kissed my forehead lovingly, letting his lips linger there briefly, and looked back at me with a gentle smile.

“What king is a king if he doesn’t know how to satisfy his woman—physically, mentally and emotionally,” he stated, petting my head.“Family is the closest thing to a king as a man, and if he cannot understand his own family’s needs, to build trust and to treat them respectfully, I believe, no amount of knowledge and power can prevent him from failing in his life. I never understood the significance of these lessons when I was still young, but now I’m trying to.”

I was genuinely impressed by this man. I kissed him on the jaw and asked,“But you’re a celibate. Did you not feel driven while learning all of this?” He inhaled a deep breath and kissed my forehead softly.

“I read books—romantic ones, with erotic texts. I even read the Kamasutra to test my control. It was like giving exams,” he said.

His revelation stunned me.“You read Kamasutra?” I asked with wide eyes.

He nodded with a smile, lying straight on his back, and I was curious, which led me to ask him,“What positions do you like?”

He suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, his chest rumbling with a spark of amusement.

I stared at him, perplexed.Did I say anything wrong?I wondered.

Sighing heavily, he pulled me closer and stroked my back, while I looked at him, uncertain.“I have tried nothing. How’d I know what I like?” He said, moving his fingers through the length of my hair, playing with them.

“Well, something must’ve caught your interest,” I countered, settling my chin on his shoulder.

He clicked his tongue, looking into the distance.“I don’t know. Never thought about it,” He replied, lifting his head, casting a playful look my way.“What do you like?” he asked, mischief shimmering in his eyes.

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