Page 167 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

The chamber echoed with my cries, moans, and his groans. I had no idea how much time had passed. But it was well past midnight, and his skin was slick with sweat from the effort.

“Aaaarrghh,” he groaned, his mouth near my ear, the heat of his breath making me shudder. I was barely holding on. My body ached, and my knees had gone numb.

I whimpered as my lower abdomen trembled, too overwhelmed to even moan properly anymore. Then suddenly, he lay me back on the bed and sat before me.

I finally stretched my legs, and a sharp ache shot through my knees, making me cry out.

He was holding himself in front of me, having just pulled out.

“Aahhhhh, Rudra,” I breathed, my voice shaky and my body trembling.

I was beyond exhausted. But he… he wasn’t even close to done.

I reached out, wrapping my fingers around his manhood, slowly stroking him, feeling the heat and hardness of him under my palm.

His lips parted, a deep groan spilling out, sweat gathering at his temples and trickling down his forehead.

But then he moved my hand away, and without a word, he started working himself, his breathing ragged.

I watched, entranced, as his chest rose and fell with urgency. His veins stood out on his arms, his biceps, the sharp cut of his v-line, his thighs… every inch of him was taut with need. He was moving fast, lost in the madness.

I bit down on my lower lip, dazed by his sheer intensity and how wild he looked.

“Aaaaahhhhh… ohhhh myyyy goo…” He groaned, his brows narrowing with tension, and placed one hand on my midriff.“Arrrrghhhhh, goodness,” he gasped, voice wrecked with need.

His hand moved over himself—fast, wild—and only grew faster, more desperate. He looked out of breath, and his entire body began to tremble. His skin flushed, deep red, climbing from his chest to his cheeks, every muscle straining.

He threw his head back.“Aaaarrrrgggghhhh,” groaned and kept stroking himself.

The sound tore through the air, and just hearing it sent a powerful shiver down my spine.

Then suddenly, a drop glistened at the tip of his length. His hand tightened around himself, coaxing it out with one deep stroke.

“Aaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhhh….” His release came in heavy waves, and his skin turned an even deeper shade of red.

Still stroking, he leaned forward, closer to my belly. And I gasped as the warm, thick fluid touched my skin, leaking through him, spreading heat across my stomach.

“Aaaaarrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhh,” He groaned again, still moving his hand.

More spilt out, and I bit my lower lip, eyes wide, watching my husband come undone for me, on me. A strange, beautiful mix of timidity and happiness bloomed in my chest.

Finally, he stilled, his breath ragged. He panted, his wild exhale echoing around the chamber.

After a moment, he looked up at me. His chest still heaving, but his eyes softened, and a faint smile curved his lips.

“Stay here,” he whispered and stepped off the bed, picking up his discarded, damp lower garment. He returned to clean my belly, which made me smile.

“You look so hot,” I murmured in a low voice.

He leaned in and kissed my midriff.“I’ll be back,” he said, and disappeared into the dressing room.

A wide smile stayed on my lips. I sat up and reached for the comforter to cover myself. But the moment I moved, pain shot through every inch of my body.

“Ahhhh,” I hissed, trying to breathe through it. My body was screaming in soreness, but I reminded myself it was the least expected from him.

Still, I pushed through and slid my feet to the floor, attempting to stand and reach for my nightgown.

The moment my weight settled into my legs, another jolt of pain surged through me, from my knees to my lower abdomen, like a shockwave through every joint.

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