Page 145 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

He smiled and leaned in to kiss my cheek softly, slowly, yet full of love. His lips trailed from my jawline to my ear, and in a breath that made my skin rise in goosebumps, he whispered,“Humein apne rang mein rang lo aaj, Nandani”(Colour me in your colours, Nandani.)

His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine, and my lashes fluttered shut.“Hum aapke atirikt kisiko smaran nahi rakhna chaahte... sab bhool jana chaahte hain,”(I don’t want to remember anything but you... I want to forget everything else.)

His breath swept along my ear and neck, sending waves of warmth through me.

“Rudra,” I breathed out, lifting my gaze to his.

I could feel the heat of his breath against my face as our foreheads brushed. I shivered when he whispered,“I don’t want to sleep tonight. I want to hold you so close that all I could breathe, see, hear, feel, is you. I want to be wrapped in you in every dimension. I’ve never felt this before, Nandani. Before, I wanted you. But now, tonight... I need you like water. Like air,” he said, inching closer, making me shift to the centre of the bed.

Darkness had filled the chamber, blurring what I saw and sharpening what I felt.

“I know I may be too old to crave like this... but right now, I ache for something—something that holds your scent, your presence. I want more, but not here... not in your parents’home,” His voice lowered into a soft murmur as I felt his fingers delicately tugging at the threads of my blouse.

My lips parted, and I blinked, nerves fluttering in my stomach.“Rudra…” I whispered, realising what he meant.

He loosened the final string and moved me gently, guiding me to lie back on the bed. In the dim golden glow, I saw his face and eyes full of longing, love, and something deeper.

I felt timid, overwhelmingly so, watching his swollen, exhausted eyes trace over my body. His fingers moved slowly, carefully sliding my blouse off my shoulder, as if I were something fragile-adelicate little doll in his care.

My breath hitched the moment the fabric left my skin. A soft chill kissed my body, and my nipples rose instantly with the sensation.

My hands rested beside my waist, still and open, allowing him to see me fully. His gaze moved over my chest, then down to my waist. When his palm finally settled on my midriff, covering the space between my ribs and navel, I shivered from the heat of his touch. It was gentle, thoughtful, and sensual.

I looked up at his eyes, still holding the ache of everything that had happened. They seemed broken, confused, and afraid. I reached up and brushed my fingers along his cheek.

He closed his eyes for a brief second, exhaling deeply at my touch.“I want to suck,” he whispered, barely audible.

I blinked, giving a small nod, and he leaned in, lying beside me. He softly turned me onto my side and nestled close, burying his face in the comfort of my chest. Slowly, he pulled the comforter up to my waist, wrapping us in warmth. I could feel him breathe against my skin, the heat of his breath hovering over my bosom.

I shut my eyes and wrapped an arm around his neck, pressing a tender kiss into his hair. My fingers ran through the back of his head gently, and my lips curved into a soft smile when I felt his mouth cupping my nipple.

I bit my lower lip, trying to suppress the moan building in my throat.

The night enveloped us in cold air flowing through the windows, warmth under the covers, our bare chests touching, a peaceful intimacy, and the torn layer of lies.

It made me smile as he held onto me tighter, sucking my nipple gently, like a baby, and kept licking, touching, and massaging my bosom until he finally drifted off to sleep. And I, too, let go, wrapped in silence, my hand still resting on his hair.

I woke at dawn, barely light outside, to the same warmth and tenderness at my chest. He was still playing with my nipple, half asleep, half awake.

I stretched my arms with a faint smile, which made the bud slip from his lips, and I whispered teasingly,“Not fed up yet?”

He opened one eye, smiling sleepily.“Not getting anytime soon,” he murmured, then closed his eyes again, pulling me closer and taking my nipple back into his mouth.

I chuckled softly and turned my face away, gently pushing his head aside.“It’s hurting now, Rudra,” I whispered.

But he caught my hand and pulled me back, making me lie flat on the bed. Hovering above me, he looked into my eyes and teased,“It’s tasty.”

Without giving me a chance to respond, he leaned down again and cupped my nipple with his lips.

I inhaled sharply, a half-laugh escaping as I closed my eyes.“You’re behaving like a baby,” I said.

He cupped my bosom with one hand and murmured against my skin,“Yes, your baby... a new life,”

I let out a deeper chuckle and pushed his face away once more.“Please, it’s hurting now,”

He finally lay on his side, and I quickly pulled the comforter up over my breasts, covering myself.

“Let me sleep for a bit,” I muttered, turning my back to him.

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