Page 128 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

I smiled weakly.“Daadisa…” and fake-yawning, I said,“I’m just tired, because I woke up early. And the journey was long,”

Everyone looked at me, and I was terrified. What if my plan of escaping didn’t work?

But then, saving me, my mother said,“It’s alright. Come, I’ll walk you to your chamber. You should rest.” I smiled gratefully and got up, trying not to show how desperate I was.

“Yes, Maasa. I’ll talk to you all tomorrow with my heart’s content,” I said as I bid goodnight to my father and grandmother.

Each step toward my chamber only intensified the ache inside me—the need for him.

When we reached, my mother opened the door with a soft smile.“Get a good sleep.”

I nodded and stepped inside. As soon as she left, I locked the door and exhaled sharply, letting out a deep moan.“Aahhhhhh…”

I rushed to the mirror and looked at myself.

My face was flushed, my lips were swollen, my skin wasglowing with a heat that had nothing to do with the weather. The desire that erupted within me was unbearable.

I pulled off my dupatta and removed my heavy necklace, breathing unevenly. I was highly needy, my hand slid over to my core, through the fabric, and I gasped at how wet I was.

“Please, Rudra… come soon. I’m dying…” I whispered, breathing heavily.

I needed him. Not just him, but him taking me in all my senses, rough and fast. I wanted his hand on my neck, his fingers inside me, pushing hard.

“Ahhh…” I moaned again and looked at my reflection.

The temptation to take it out, to finger myself, to touch myself, and get over everything to have my release, was almost overwhelming—but I stopped. I had to wait. I needed to feel him, not just relief.

A long time passed as I walked around the room in circles, restlessly and desperately. My urge was not at its peak. It was hunger for him—wild and raw hunger.

I tried to calm myself. But it was impossible. It grew late.

Standing against the dressing table, I pressed my thighs together. My lashes fluttered shut, and my toes curled in anticipation. I firmly dug my nails into my palms to control myself.

And, suddenly, I felt it—eyes on me.

Rudra.

I turned to the window and saw him leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest. He had the same maroon kurta on, clinging to his frame. His piercing gaze locked onto me, one corner of his lips curving into a smirk, clearly at my expense.

“How are you feeling… little wife?” he asked, his voice deep yet gravelly. And his voice alone made me moan.

My body answered before my mind could, and my legs rushed towards him. Fast.

He stepped forward, too, and coiled his arms around my waist.

In moments, I was in his arms, with my hands snaked around his shoulders, on my toes.

Our lips crashed together in urgency, and he hoisted me a little, returning the kiss with the same wild, desperate hunger that had been torturing me all day.

I was burning; My whole body was on fire with the collision ofour lips.

He moved us to the couch, and I shamelessly straddled him, my skirt riding up to my knees. I pushed him against the backrest of the couch and sucked on his lips with raw need. My hips moved instinctively on his lap, rubbing me against him.

He clutched my waist, pulling me even closer. Our chests clashed with each other’s, shrinking the distance between us.

I grabbed a handful of his hair and intensely moaned in his mouth when I felt him graze my core, rubbing the chain.

An irresistible vibration sparked in my body with his touch.

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