Page 160 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

My hand slowly travelled down between us, brushing across the surface of his abdomen. The moment I felt the hardness of him beneath the wet fabric, his hand shot up to cup my neck, drawing my face away just enough to look into my eyes.

“Are you sure, Nandani?” His voice was low, uneven, yet full of care.

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice trembling, pleading.“Ahhh, yes,”

His chest rose and fell rapidly, his gaze locked with mine, searching me, absorbing me.

I reached for his hand, intertwining my fingers with his, bringing it close to my lips.

I licked his finger slowly, letting it rest between my lips for a moment before whispering, breathlessly,“Take me to the bed, Rudra... please…”

He immediately pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me with a quiet desperation. My hands instinctively circled his shoulders as his lips found mine in the very next breath. One hand held my lower back, drawing me tightly into him, while the other cradled my nape, anchoring my face against his.

He sucked my lips senseless, devouring them with breathless hunger. Our breathing became wild and uneven, and the world began to spin as I felt the shift of his body.

He stood, lifting me with him.

My lips clung to his upper one, while he savoured my lower lip like he couldn’t let it go. My eyes fluttered shut. My body softened, my mind melted, surrendering all of me to him. Completely, wholly to him.

The next thing I felt was the coolness of the floor beneath my feet. As my skin touched the ground, I realised we were no longer in the pool. He had brought me to the bedchamber.

The room glowed with golden candlelight, flickering across the walls. The doors were closed. The curtains were drawn. There was a seraphic stillness in the air. Warm, silent, and utterly beautiful.

As I was taking in the surroundings, I felt his fingers gently touch my cheek, guiding my gaze back to him, and his hand on my thigh. My heart thudded wildly.

With one swift, silent motion, he grabbed the hem of my bathingdress. His other hand slid from my neck down to my leg. And then, he pulled it up and over me.

I was naked in front of him.

Timidly, I lowered my gaze, hiding myself in the curve of his chest. My forehead pressed against his skin, listening to both of our thundering hearts, loud and synchronised.

Even soaked from the pool, I felt perpetual heat igniting between us.

He wrapped his arms around me again, placing his palm firmly against my lower back, guiding me back with slow, steady steps. I felt the edge of the bed behind me as I sat down, my breath shallow and shaky.

“Tie your hair in a bun, Nandani,” he whispered.

My heart skipped. Most of my nakedness was still veiled behind the curtain of my hair. Tying it up would bare me fully to him.

The chamber’s golden glow didn’t hide a thing.

“Bun?” I asked softly, almost a whisper.

He leaned forward, feathering his fingers beneath my chin. I couldn’t help but notice his sculpted torso before me, the deep lines, the veins, the warmth of his presence.

“Hnnn-hnnn,” he hummed in that deep, throaty way that made another tremor roll through me.

Without a word, I reached for my wet hair, eyes cast downward, and tied it up in a bun. Droplets from the ends trickled along my bare shoulders and spine, teasing and tickling, raising goosebumps all over.

He then knelt down before me, making my breath catch in my throat.

“Look at me, Nandani,” he said in a low, tender voice. My name from his lips felt so different, so pleasing.

I blinked, slowly raising my gaze. His fingers cupped my cheek with reverence, and I found myself lost in the dark, infinite depth of his eyes.

“You are the most beautiful woman in this world,” he whispered. And despite the trembling, the nakedness, the storm within me, a small smile broke across my lips.

“Ab to aap kahenge hi,”(Now you’ll say so.) I said softly, and he let out a gentle chuckle, and that soft sound made my cheeks flush deeper. I felt even more timid under his gaze.

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