Page 201 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

I lost all my strength. And the moment I wrapped my handsaround his shoulder, he grabbed my waist firmly and rested his back against the backrest.

And I went crazy when he began grinding under me, locking his gaze with mine, catching onto the rhythm. My mouth hung open as the sensations had me shivering with his every move.

With each slam, it felt like he was pushing my limits, farther and farther. I felt him tearing me apart in countless ways, yet his need was endless.

“Aaahhhh, Rudra,” I whimpered, my head falling back helplessly. He crushed me against him, driving into the deepest, most sensitive parts of me, touching my soul, sending wild shivers across my body.

“Hnnn-hnnn,” he groaned low in his throat, grinding his hips slowly at first, his movements both tender and demanding.

His pace was cautious, slow, holding back, watching me. But when my whimpers melted into soft, needy moans, his rhythm shifted, growing stronger, deeper. And with every movement, pleasure began to build fiercely within me.

“Aaahhhhhhh,” My moans turned breathless. Without warning, he lifted me up and set me atop the dressing table, my heart pounding against my ribs.

The cold touch of the mirror behind me sent a shiver racing up my spine. I looked at him, breathless, as my hands slipped down from his shoulders. His gaze locked with mine, burning with hunger, and he parted my legs wider, pushing himself into me again.

My head rolled back, my hair brushing the glass.

“Aaahh…” A broken cry escaped as he started moving, slow, deliberate strokes that soon found a faster, more desperate rhythm, making me lose my sanity.

The room filled with the sound of our mingling breaths, the tinkling of my bangles and anklets echoing in the small space. His arms circled my waist, pulling me closer as if he could not bear any distance between us.

His urgency, his overwhelming need, mirrored mine. His hand pressed against the mirror behind me strongly for balance as he moved faster and rougher, making the entire table tremble beneath us.

“Hnnnnngh,” he groaned, deep and raw against my ear, making me lose myself entirely. My legs felt weak, my body strainedtoward him, every nerve ending alive with sensation. The table shook with each thrust, and I teetered on the edge of my release, gasping for air, drowning in the waves he sent through me.

Hearing my cries, he attempted to slow down, but my body demanded otherwise as my lips shamelessly demanded,“Faster, Rudra,”

I whimpered, shameless, desperate.

He pulled back to look at me, and the fire in his eyes almost made me cry out again. Moving his hand from the mirror to my neck, he cupped it gently, making me surrender completely. His pace quickened with a fierce intensity, making me lose all my senses.

“Aaaahhhhh..” My cries grew louder, wilder, the pressure inside me building tighter. Sweat glistened on our skin, and I couldn’t feel my knees.

And it happened, the knot inside me broke free. My body shuddered around him, and I clung to his shoulders, gasping against his skin.

Feeling my release, he slowed, letting me breathe, letting me find my way back. I collapsed forward, resting my forehead on his shoulder, panting heavily.

Still holding me close, Rudra lifted me into his arms. My hands curled around his neck as he carried me out of the dressing room. Every step he took sent tremors through my oversensitised body.

He pushed open the door to the bedroom, and I leaned in, seeking his mouth, wanting to touch him. Our lips met in a frantic, messy kiss of pure and aching need.

“I want you to remember,” he said between kisses,“that I love you... so damn much,”

“I know,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

He kissed me again, harder this time.“I’m telling you again, little bird, so you won’t ever doubt it,”

He dropped me softly onto the bed, and I lay back, breathless, my heart hammering in my chest as he climbed onto the mattress, his strong form looming over me.

I watched, half-dazed, as he undid the curtains around the bed, enclosing us in layers of soft fabric, our secret world, hidden from everything else.

My breath caught as he grabbed my thighs, pulling me closer to him. He knelt between my legs, and his fingers moved to thestrings of my lehenga.

“Careful... it's precious to me,” I whispered, signaling how roughly he was pulling at the strings of my lehenga, as if he might rip them apart.

His hands paused for a moment before he tugged the skirt down, setting it aside with surprising tenderness. His fingers then found the strings of my in-skirt, and soon, that too slipped from my legs.

Grabbing my thighs, he pulled me closer, capturing both of my legs together against his chest. My heart thundered wildly, and my cheeks burned when my feet brushed against the side of his cheek, making my breath hitch, and my eyes widened.

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