Page 202 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

He pushed into me again, and my head fell back instantly.

“Aaahhhhh….” I moaned, struggling to muffle my sounds. My hands fisted the bedsheet tightly as he began thrusting into me, slow but purposeful.

The soft clinking of my anklets and bangles filled the air, the music of our union echoing around us.

My body instinctively moved with his, pleasure rising and twining with a faint edge of pain. It was overwhelming, raw, and impossibly beautiful.

I tried to quiet my moans by pressing my hand over my mouth, but he caught my wrist and made me look at him.

I was trembling, moving helplessly against him, feeling my strength slowly drain. He intertwined our fingers, caging me, possessing me. His every thrust was slow torture, a beautiful, burning ache.

I cried out, turning my face to the side, biting my lower lip in a futile attempt to stay silent.

Then, suddenly, he released my hands and turned me onto my side. His palm anchored my thigh, the other steadying my waist as he entered me again, and I almost broke.

The angle heightened the friction, the intensity, and within moments, I was spiralling toward release again.

His hand moved from my waist to the strings of my blouse, tugging at them urgently.

When he struggled to untie the stubborn knot, he gritted in frustration, and I gasped out,“No, ahhhh—don’t you dare tear it! Pleaseeee,” my voice pleaded between moans.

He growled softly, but obeyed, slowing down enough to pull thestrings free without tearing the fabric.

I closed my eyes, trying desperately to calm my racing heart, but he was relentless.

In one swift motion, he flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my hips, positioning me on all fours. His hands gripped my waist as he adjusted himself, and when he pushed in again, a loud, broken moan ripped from my throat.

“Aaahhh…. Rudraaaa!” My fingers clawed at the bedsheet.

“Yes, little wife,” he said in a voice thick with desire. He thrust into me slowly, his hands tight on my hips, savouring every inch of me.

“You’re so damn hot like this,” he murmured, and I whimpered in response,“Aaaahh... reallyy…”

His hands roamed up my back, finding the clasp of my blouse at the nape of my neck. With steady fingers, he undid it, letting it fall open.

I felt small under him, completely taken. And I buried my face into the mattress, muffling my cries, as his fingers unbraided my hair while thrusting into me, letting it tumble free over my back and shoulders.

“Aaaaahhhhh…” I moaned, the sensations overwhelming.

“Yes, little bird,” he growled, pulling me back, so I was sitting in his lap, my back pressed against his chest, facing away from him.

I gasped, trembling violently, as I pushed the blouse off my shoulders, baring myself completely to him.

His hand cupped my neck from behind, guiding my head to the side so he could press his lips to the tender spot just below my ear while moving in me.

“Aahhhhhh…” I shuddered under his touch as his other hand cupped my bosom.

“Want to try something new, bird?” he whispered, his voice deep and husky.

A fierce tremor ran through me. I could barely form words.“Nehhhhwwww?” I breathed out, my head falling back onto his shoulder.

His hand squeezed my breast gently, sending more shivers down my spine.

“Yesssss,” he uttered against my ear, his breath hot.“Are you ready, Nandani?”

Hearing my name from his mouth in that sensual tone shatteredwhatever control I had left. I nodded shakily.“Yehsss…”

He chuckled lowly, sucking the rim of my ear.“Are you sure?” he teased, his lips brushing my skin.

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