Page 166 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

“Aaaahh…” I gasped, unease blossoming in my lower abdomen. My knees trembled, unable to support my weight.

He grabbed my hips, guiding me slowly down.“Aaaahhhhhh… Rudra,” I cried out, my head falling back as he filled me.

A rush of mixed pain and pleasure washed over me, and I felt myself losing control, my mind swirling.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he gently moved me onto his lap.

“Ahhhhhh…” It hit me deeply, sending a powerful shiver down my spine.

A loud moan escaped my lips as I felt the intensity building. He straightened up, pulling me closer, our foreheads pressing together as our breath intermingled.

The connection between us deepened, the intensity of the moment overwhelming. Each slow, deliberate movement made me feel crazed, my body burning with desire.

He continued moving me against him, kissing me, touching me, our chests pressed together, his lips frequently trailing along my collarbone, sucking my skin.

His hand found my neck, gently choking, creating a delicious tension, earning a louder moan from me.

But he was keeping everything slow, just enough to make it bearable for me.

“Arrrghhhhhh,” he groaned, making me look at him.“How do you feel?” he asked in a low voice, pressing his lips to my jawline.

“Aahhhh… complete,” I managed to say.

“Aaagghhhhh,” he grunted in response, and his grip on my lower back tightened as he pulled me closer—dangerously close.

A deep, electrifying shiver raced down my spine, and I moaned uncontrollably as I felt him reach deep inside me.

My head fell back, and I felt dizzy from the overwhelming sensations. My body ached to arch, to surrender to the pull.

Suddenly, I was burning—every nerve lit alive—as he moved me against him with an intensity that was both agonising and exquisite.

“Aaaahhhhh…” I cried, my head sinking into the mattress, fingers fisting the bedsheet above me.

“My little seductress… ahhhh,” he murmured breathlessly, one hand curling gently around my neck.

My whole body stretched against him as he kept guiding me. It was pleasure wrapped in pain, so powerful that tears welled up and slipped silently down my cheeks.

“Ohhh, my baby,” he whispered, and suddenly gathered me into his arms. Holding me close, he pressed his lips softly to my cheek.

My bun loosened, and my hair spilt down in waves.

His broad, warm palm anchored me to him, resting over my back. My body bounced in his lap, flushed and trembling.

Eyes shut tight, cheeks burning, I moved with him, helpless in the building wave of release. And then, without warning, it all became too much.

The air felt too thin, my chest too tight, and I couldn’t catch my breath. My heart pounded like a storm. I needed to breathe. I needed to come down.

My hips began to move on their own, grinding against him without thought. And then suddenly, another wave crashed over me.

“Aaaaaahhhhh…” I screamed out, body trembling as everything inside me unravelled. My limbs turned to water, every ounce of strength draining from me.

He paused, just for a moment.

"Aahhhhrrrghh,"

Keeping me close, he gently pulled me into his chest, letting my head rest on his shoulder. He held me there, and slowly, he began to move again.

I lost count of how many times it happened. My body gave in to him again and again until I could barely keep my eyes open. The last of my energy seeped from me, but he kept going.

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