Page 108 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

I immediately felt a warm flush on my face, a wave of timidity washing over me.“Me?” I asked with hesitation. And he yanked me closer, making me lie over his chest.

“Yes, you,” He responded, and I pressed my palm against his chest, steadying myself, tucking my loose tresses behind my ears.Helping me pin my hair behind, he instantly sat straight, laying me down and said,“Let me guess,”

“You like it gentle, so probably the straddling one while seated and spooning from behind while lying,” He said, pulling my inner gown up to my abdomen. I quivered under the cold sensation of his touch on my waist as he fiddled with my Kamarband.

“Really?” I asked in a low, shivery tone.“Hnn-hnn” He hummed and went down, blowing my midriff with hot air, touching my waist with his lips.

As I felt his warm tongue contacting my skin, I instantly pushed myself upright and asked,“What are you doing?” I looked at him, unclasping my Kamarband with his teeth. Pulling away, he slid my inner down and took the ornament out of his mouth.

“I want this,” he said, tying it around his wrist. My breath hitched, coming out in shallow wisps as I watched him move closer.“Help me,” he said, showing his hand, and I blinked nervously, adjusting my posture.

“Why're you wearing it on your wrist?” I asked, helping him hook the ends of the chain.

“I'm the first, and I’m going to be the last one who fingered you. I'm the only man to make you feel the way you felt not long ago,” He said, fixing his gaze with mine in an unwavering focus.“So, the next time you try to compare me with anyone, you remember this.” With his other hand, he dragged me closer by my waist, settling me onto his lap.

“And, remember, who you belong to,” He added, and my chest rose and fell heavily, brushing against his bare one in a rhythm.“Every inch of you belongs to me, Nandani. Your pleasure, your pain, your desires, everything comes from me,” I was entranced, listening to his gravelly yet enticing voice.

He held my nape, his eyes tracing over my face like a gentle graze, finally settling on my lips, staring at them with a burning desire. Leaning in, he devoured my lower lip with a desperate pull, sucking hard before finally releasing it.

I closed my eyes, trying to contain my overflowing emotions and calm my racing heart.“Who do you belong to, little wife?” He asked, his breath fanning over my face. Inhaling deeply, I said,“You,”

The memory of my moans, whimpers and extreme sensations that I felt not long ago danced across my mind, haunting mythoughts, keeping me far from my sanity.

“Rudra... I belong to you,” I spoke as if I were under a spell—his spell—the spell of his charm, his seduction, his touch.

He yanked me over his lap, digging his fingertips into my hips, and kissed me breathlessly as I straddled him.

Pulling away, he said,“The next time you do something I don’t like, I’ll make you ride your hips like this until you scream out of pleasure and cry with the weakness in your knees, little seductress,” his statement was possessive, full of power, like a final verdict.

Mustering courage, I looked into his alluringly commanding eyes and said,“I bet that you will not be continuing your celibacy anymore.”

As he yanked me even closer, our breathing quickened, and a flame of dominance ignited between us. His lips curved into a sly smile.

“Bahut choti hai abhi aap... Ro jaayengi,”(You're too young... I'm afraid you might cry.) He said, kissing the side of my lips, holding my cheek, and I literally shivered. A powerful spark of thrill passed through my body, leaving my skin burning with its essence.

“Dar gayi na aap,”(You got scared.) I lowered my gaze to his lips, blinking my eyes, leaning in to place my lips over his.

I bit on his lower lip, pulling it out, drawing fresh, dark blood.

He let out a throaty grunt and stared at me intently, and I uttered over his mouth,“Aap rula lijiye, hum sehan kar lenge,”(Make me cry, I’ll bear it.) He abruptly pushed me down on the mattress, hovered above me.

Clamping dangerously on my neck, he nipped at my jaw, sucking the skin down to my neck like a starving man.

Moving south, he smashed his lips against mine, crushing my nape eagerly, making me moan into his mouth. As he pressed his lips over my jaw roughly, my eyebrows knitted together, deliriously. I moaned again at his nuances.

Breaking free, he pressed his forehead against my temple, panting heavily. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply to calm myself.

“Rudra,” I called him cautiously.“Calm down, please.” I softly stroked his arm, attempting to steady him. It wasn’t the right time to do it. How could I have forgotten that he was controlling? Hecould not cross the limit—he wasn’t supposed to. He had worked hard, restraining himself for ten years.“Hey, Rudra, please,” I tried to draw his attention.

His hold on my neck loosened, and he lifted his eyes, gazing at me longingly. I shook my head lightly, biting my lower lip.“Not like this. Not until you want, please,” I said.

Holding my hand closer to his lips, he shut his eyes, taking deep breaths. He tenderly left feathery kisses on my fingers and my palm. Once he was relaxed, he opened his eyes and looked at me.

“I think we should go to sleep now,” I muttered feebly. He again kissed my palm intensely.

I could sense his tension. I had never seen him the way he was a few moments ago. His eyes radiated with raw hunger.

Watching him calm himself down calmed me as well. Perhaps I shouldn’t have made such a demand that made him lose control.

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