Page 129 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

Suddenly, he cupped my neck tightly and made me look into his eyes. And my whole body froze as I looked into his eyes, which stared back at me with such fervour—I felt naked. The heat of his eyes melted my insides.

“Slide your finger in, please,” I pleaded, my voice hoarse with raw hunger.

Moving his finger slightly over the folds, he said,“You’re so wet, little wife,”

I closed my eyes, arching my head back.“Please, take me, I'm begging you, please. Do something, touch me, choke me, anything... please, Rudra, please,” I moaned helplessly, wanting to move my hips to feel the sensations. But his firm grip on my hips kept me in place, not even letting me breathe.

But when he pushed his finger inside me, unexpectedly, a whimper escaped my lips, making me shiver senselessly.

The ornament slipped deeper than before, and I cried out in pleasure.“Yes…”

I placed my hand on his shoulder as he slowly moved it. But I wanted more; my insides were demanding more of him.

When I drifted my hips with an urge, he pinched my waist and said,“Stay still, little sunflower.”

I stopped moving my hips as I felt him take his finger out. I blinked, thinning my eyebrows, my lips parted wide, and my cheeks flushed when he held the ring attached to the ornament and slowly pulled it out.

“Aaaahhhh….” I screamed in pure rapture, and my head fell back as I felt a warm and blissful release, the wetness trailing out.

Taking it out, he firmly commanded in a low tone,“Now, ride my fingers, like a good little wife you are, Nandani.” I nodded immediately and muttered back,“Yes, please,”

He pushed his two fingers inside, and I felt a sharp ecstasy hit me with the wetness.

My hips slowly began moving as he rubbed his thumb over my sensitive spot. But suddenly stopped, hinting to me to take the lead.

I wound my hands around his shoulder, shifting my weight over him, and moved my hips slowly through it. The noise of my bangles and anklets echoed in the chamber with my movements.

He pulled me closer by my hair, our breaths fanning over each other’s faces. My movements turned faster, and I felt an intense knot build in me.

He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me senseless, distracting me from building up sensations. I pushed him away, making him look into my eyes, and feverishly rode his fingers in need of the orgasm.

The muscles in my thighs and lower back tightened, my lower abdomen stretched uneasily, causing my head to fall back, and I moved even faster.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” I moaned in an urge, rocking my hips quicker, grinding in sync—shamelessly, needily like a starved girl.

“Please… help me,” I cried as I felt the sensations building even stronger.“Your way, Rudra, please,” I begged, dying for a release.

Then, he gripped my neck tighter than before, choking me. My movements abruptly stopped as he took control. And he started moving his fingers, moving in and out, at a reckless pace.

My whole body trembled, and I moaned insanely.

My voice came out rough and shaky, and I bit my lower lip to resist screaming louder.

He had the pace set, moving in and out with my every inhale and exhale. And then suddenly it happened.

Wetness leaked through me, and my brain oozed immensely with the waves of pleasure hitting me.

“Ahhhhhh, Rudra,” I moaned, and he immediately eased his fingers.

“Yes, very good, little sunflower,” he grunted, caressing my core, pulling me closer.

I collapsed in his arms, panting shakily. My heart was hammering against my chest, and I pressed my head on his chest, closing my eyes.

He stroked me softly one last time before drawing his fingersout and hugging me.

Brushing my tousled hair with his fingers, he said,“My little bird missed me terribly, I must say,”

I was on the brink of passing out. Every ounce of my energy was drained. I couldn’t process anything, couldn't think of anything.

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