Page 217 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

My body shook, and my legs trembled, mouth panting open. His eyes met mine as he licked me one last time, slowly and deliberately.

I mewled as he kissed my waist softly before pulling back. His lips were red, glistening with me, and his hair fell messily over his forehead as he looked at me like a starving predator.

He sat up, caressing my thighs, and with one swift pull, he dragged me closer.

“Please...be gentle,” I begged, my voice trembling.

He spat into his hand, stroking his erect manhood, and I bit my lower lip at the sight, overwhelmed by how hungry and masculine he looked.

He shook his head.“No. Keep your eyes open,” he commanded, voice deep and rough.“And don’t you dare cover your voice,”

“Understand?” he asked.

I nodded, my whole body flushed, heart pounding wildly.

He placed himself at my entrance and pushed in slowly, carefully, but the stretch still made me whimper.

A soft, aching cry slipped out, but it wasn’t just pain; I felt pleasure too, raw and consuming.

He began moving his hips slowly, carefully, his chest heaving with effort. I watched the fine muscles of his abs flexing, the dark line of hair leading down his stomach, the V-cut of his hips.

My cheeks burned hotter just seeing him, my husband, my Rudra. I had never, even in my wildest imagination, thought he’d get so intense while making love to me, turning me into a moaning mess.

His thrusts grew more profound, steady and hypnotic, moving my body with his.

“I want to do something... really bad,” he said suddenly.

“Aahhhhhhh, wh... what?” I panted.

He cupped my neck gently, making my lashes flutter closed. His hand was so hot, so possessive, against my skin.

“Just once,” he whispered,“please,” I nodded weakly, surrendering everything to him.

His grip tightened around my throat just enough to make me lose my last shred of sanity. I moaned wildly, no longer able to hold anything back.

His movements grew faster, harder, rougher, and I gave myself to him completely.

Our breathing grew ragged, wild. He finally loosened his hand from my throat, and I gasped for air, panting uncontrollably.

“Aaaa… Rudra,” I sobbed his name, a desperate cry from the core of my being.

He didn’t stop until my knees shook uncontrollably and my body cried out in exhaustion.

“Pleaseeee... aaaahhh... no more,” I finally gasped.

At once, he pulled out, and I shivered from head to toe. I couldn’t match his strength. He was just too much for me. I was utterly spent.

A tear slipped from the corner of my eye. He immediately collapsed beside me, unfinished, pulling me into his arms protectively.

I straightened my legs, still trembling, and turned to him.“I’m sorry... I can help you finish,” I whispered shyly.

He pulled me closer and kissed my forehead.“Never,” he said firmly.

I looked up at him, seeing the wild pounding of his chest and the sweat glistening on his forehead.“You've ruined me, Nandani. You've made me insane for you,” he said, and a shy, shaky smile crept onto my lips.

“Would you mind... a slow finish?” I asked gently.

He smiled, his thumb brushing my cheek.“You’re already sore," he said, voice thick with love,“And I don’t want you fainting... especially with your brother visiting the kingdom,”

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