Page 228 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

I grabbed his wrist, guiding it towards my chest and moved my hand to undo my bun.

My long hair flowed down his thighs, and I pushed my hands against his midriff, bouncing gently. His parted lips and flushedcheeks told me how he liked it.

Suddenly, he sat up, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking it back gently, forcing me to meet his burning eyes.

I moaned, and my hands pressed against his thighs behind me for support as he kissed me deeply. I felt an intense wave of sensations building in my stomach.

“Keep going, Nandani... ahhhh,” he muttered against my lips, voice thick with pleasure.

“Yes…” I nodded, my body trembling with exhaustion but desperate for release.

“Yes, don't stop... please,” he begged breathlessly, making my heart race faster.

I clung to him, my core tightening, the knot in my stomach about to explode.

“Yesss, yesss... keep going... or I'll kill you if you stop,” he growled, his mouth grazing my ear. The words pushed me over the edge.

I climaxed with a loud moan, my body convulsing, but his hand in my hair kept me upright, guiding me to keep moving against him even as my strength waned.

“Aahh… yes, yes,” He kept groaning, and I could feel him growing even harder. His chest was heaving wildly.

He grabbed my neck with one hand, freezing me in place under his firm hold. My hips kept moving frantically, almost beyond my control. My fingers trembled, and my knees hurt.

“Yes, be a good girl. Keep going,” He grunted senselessly against me.

Suddenly, he crashed his lips onto mine, and I felt him grinding his hips against me, both of us moving in desperate unison.

Without warning, he grabbed my waist, lifted me off him, and released onto my dupatta.

He lay back, exhausted, on the carpet, and I collapsed beside him, both of us panting heavily.

Slowly, our breathing evened out. I opened my eyes and saw the first ray of sunlight land on his face, making him glow, mixing with the sheen of sweat on his forehead.

He looked at me and whispered,“I know you want me dead one day,”

I burst into laughter and grabbed the comforter to cover myself.“Get dressed,” I said, tossing his kurta at him.

He smiled lazily, watching me. I stood up and returned to my chamber.

“Nandani,” I heard him call behind me. I turned and found him following me, wearing nothing but my dupatta loosely wrapped around his waist.

“How dare you leave me alone like that?” he said, sounding like a sulking child before hugging me from behind.

“I am getting late, Rudra. I have to get ready,” I said, smiling as he rested his chin on my shoulder, shaking his head like a stubborn boy.

“For what?” he asked.

“For the coronation,” I answered.

He inhaled deeply.“Oh... yes,” he murmured, stepping back.

I turned to him and grinned.“Let's take a bath together,”

He smiled mischievously and immediately lifted me into his arms.“Why not,” he said, making me giggle as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He carried me toward the bathing room, set me down, and tossed the comforter onto a table where the attendants collected clothes for washing. He removed the dupatta from his waist and took my hand as we entered the pool.

He made me sit on his lap, the cool water sending shivers through my body. He touched my waist, making me giggle.

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