Page 161 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

“Are you scared, nervous, or... anything?” he asked, leaningcloser until our lips almost touched.

I shook my head lightly.“No, just... a little shy,” I admitted. But only I knew how nervous, how vulnerable I truly felt inside.

He reached up and tucked a single damp strand of hair behind my ear.“You don’t have to feel shy, little bird,” he said gently. I just looked at him, staring into his eyes.

“I can’t help it, Ranaji,” I replied in a soft, barely-there voice.

He kissed the corner of my lips and whispered,“Just ask me to stop if you feel even the slightest discomfort, all right, little bird?” His fingers grazed my chin, light as air.

I nodded instinctively.

“Words,” he reminded me.

“Yes,” I managed to whisper.

He leaned in, and the movement made me lie back onto the bed. The soft fabric beneath my skin welcomed me, comforting and cool, making me melt into its softness without realising it.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and shifted me closer to the pillow side. With quiet care, he adjusted the pillow beneath my head.

My heart thundered wildly. The darkness of the night seemed to wrap around us, deeper and thicker with each breath.

He lay down beside me, his head propped on his palm, supported by one elbow. His other hand came to rest gently on my stomach.

I bent one knee slightly, trying to get more comfortable... and maybe, just a little closer to him. He just looked at me, and it made my entire body burn.

With the back of his hand, he lightly grazed my body, brushing from my midriff down to my lower abdomen. Every stroke of his skin against mine lit a new trail of sensation. I felt beautiful under his touch... slowly aroused.

When I felt his hand slide back up toward my midriff, a silent, building ache rose in my chest. I wanted him to touch my bosom. That desire was growing stronger with every breath.

With his minimal nails, he traced delicate lines along my belly, and it made my skin shiver and tighten. I clenched the bedsheet beside me as my eyebrows furrowed with the intensity of the sensations he was giving me.

His fingers moved in slow, teasing circles around my navel, and his hand glided to the side of my waist, trailing upward to thecurve of my thigh, then gently upward again, toward the swell of my breasts.

I opened my eyes slowly to find him still watching me, his gaze soft yet quietly wild.

His thumb brushed the side of my bosom as his palm followed the shape.

I stretched slightly, the ache in my body growing with the need for his touch.

Just two more gentle strokes and something deep inside me began to stir, an itch I couldn’t explain.

“Ahhh…” A soft moan slipped from between my parted lips.

He brought his gaze back up to mine, and I bit gently on my lower lip, silently asking him for more.

He leaned in and pressed a delicate kiss to my cheek. That one small gesture made butterflies explode in my stomach.

When he pulled back, our eyes locked, and I felt a gentle, purposeful shift. His palm moved slowly from my thigh to my midriff, pausing… then continuing upward to my breasts, sending goosebumps cascading across my skin.

As his thumb brushed across my erect bud, I blinked, my lips parted, and my heart raced, spiralling into a wild rhythm. The tension, the anticipation, it was all too much, too beautiful.

He, without a word, leaned in and cupped my swollen bud with his lips. And my lashes fluttered shut, my back arched toward him instinctively, surrendering to the moment.

“Aahh…” The moan escaped me before I could catch it.

His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, licking gently, teasingly around my brown, hardened bud. As he traced it with the tip of his tongue, his lips seared heat into my skin, building sensations in my body that drove me into a wild, uncontrollable frenzy.

I brought my hand to my mouth, trying to silence myself, but the sensations only grew stronger. My fingers trembled against my lips as I turned my head to the side, eyes closed, lost in the tender fire he was building within me.

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