Page 204 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

“Ahhhhh…” I moaned.

Suddenly, he turned me under him.“Ahh, please… let me breathe for a moment,” I begged, my chest heaving.

He pressed a loving kiss to my cheek and stilled, letting me catch my breath. I could feel my legs trembling, my knees weak.

“We can stop if you're tired,” he whispered.

I looked into his eyes, shaking my head.“I want to get sick for a week,” I said breathlessly, and he chuckled darkly at my words.

“Ohh, as you wish, my Ranisa,” he teased.

“Yesss, do it, Ranaji,” I smiled, and he kissed me deeply, slowly pushing into me again.

A shaky moan broke from my lips as I was swallowed by his kiss. His hand fisted my hair, angling my head so my chin brushed his shoulder. My legs clung weakly to his sides, and I had my arms wrapped around his back.

I felt a tear collect at the corner of my eye as he pushed himself completely into me for the first time. My whole body quivered; my lower abdomen ached, and he groaned in my ear.

He began moving slowly inside me, deep and thorough, making me whimper, nails dragging down his back uncontrollably. My hands fumbled lower, but couldn't reach the curve of his hips.

Every thrust sent shockwaves through my body, emptying my thoughts, drowning me in pure sensation.

His lips trailed over my ear, my jaw, my flushed cheek. I was a mess. Completely lost.

I had no idea how many thrusts, how many releases, how many waves of pleasure had broken over me by now. Time had stopped.

My breath shook, my body trembled violently under him, my legs shivering, until my senses faded away. My throat ran dry from moaning and crying for so long.

It felt like he was claiming every inch of me—every pore, every secret place. It was beyond anything I could ever put into words.

He lifted his face to meet my eyes, and I looked up at his dishevelled hair falling over his forehead. His lips looked chapped, and his cheeks flushed.

He looked the same: flushed, breathless, and feral, hair falling into his eyes.

He kissed me fiercely, dangerously, as his thrusts deepened, and I moaned into his mouth, tears spilling down my cheeks.

“Take it like the strong queen you are, Nandani,” he whispered, sending another fierce shiver down my spine.

He groaned, slamming into me even harder as I bit into his shoulder without thinking, desperate for some anchor.

I cried out, my hands moving blindly until he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. His forehead pressed against mine, and our shaky breaths tangled together. His movements turned frantic, deeper, harder.

My bangles snapped, broken pieces falling onto the bed, but he didn’t slow.

Tears ran freely down my cheeks now.

And he groaned wildly, pushing himself even further, driving me beyond the edge, and I shook violently underneath him, my eyes shut, feeling the pain.

I moaned helplessly.

And finally, I felt him release, spilling his warmth deep withinme, continuing to move with slow, heavy thrusts until he gave me every last drop.

Panting, he collapsed, lying heavily over me, and buried his face against my cheek; his grip on my wrists slowly loosened.

I couldn’t move, yet my body trembled violently as I tried to straighten my legs, and a slow whimper escaped my lips.

He hushed me gently, slowly pulling out before rolling to the side. He lay on his stomach beside me, closing his eyes in exhaustion, his face sweaty.

Blinking through the haze, I looked at him, feeling completely and utterly ruined but also beautiful and complete.

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