Page 236 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

She picked up a few dry red chillies and circled them around me, muttering some verses under her breath. Her bangles danced on her wrists as she repeated the ritual several times before dropping the chillies into the ash pot.

The crackling sounds filled the chamber as smoke curled into the air, and the attendants quietly slipped out, leaving us alone.

I watched Nandani wash her hands nearby. When she turned to me again, my heart skipped a beat.

What else could I ask for?

She sauntered toward me, smiling sweetly, her dupatta slipping off her head to reveal jasmine flowers tied in her bun.

The deep vermilion on her hair parting shone proudly, and asense of pride and love surged inside me.

She came closer, circling me slightly before gently settling onto my lap. My hands instinctively wrapped around her to steady her.

She leaned in, clutching the hem of my kurta at the neck, her lashes lowered to my lips, then back to my neck, her breath brushing against my skin. And before I could comprehend anything, with one quick move, she tore my kurta into two pieces.

“You are never wearing it again,” she whispered fiercely.

I blinked, stunned, and instantly aroused by the fire in her voice.“Okay, Nandani,” I managed to say hoarsely.

She smiled and brought her hands to her nose ring, carefully removing it. Her cheeks burned in the bright shade of pink as she cupped my face between her hands. She dropped her gaze to my lips, and before I could even breathe, she kissed me.

Our lips collided softly, breathing quickened, our noses brushing against each other, and her hands tightened around my neck as she deepened the kiss, sucking my lips.

She tilted her head, taking my lower lip into her mouth, and I moaned softly.

She moaned into my mouth when I took the lead, holding her nape, pulling her closer. I felt her heart pounding in her chest when she pressed her lips harder against mine until she suddenly pulled back, leaving me desperate for more.

I tried to kiss her again, but she pressed a finger against my lips.“Calm down, Ranaji,” she whispered.

Her words made my entire being ache for her even more. She leaned into my neck, her lips hot and trembling against my skin.

I tilted my head back against the couch as she placed her mouth at the base of my neck, kissing first gently, then with growing hunger.

I bit my lower lip, trying to control the waves of pleasure flooding through me.

When her teeth grazed my skin, I hissed in pain and delight.

“Shhh,” I hissed. She flicked her little tongue out, soothing the bite by pressing her lips gently, sucking lightly at the spot, easing the sting into a delicious ache.

In no time, I felt myself turning hard. Her kisses trailed down my chest and abs, and she slid off my lap to sit between my legs, her lips pressing burning trails on my stomach. My hand remained tangled gently at the back of her head.

Slowly, holding my gaze, she knelt before me with a smile.

I shook my head slightly with a thrumming heart, but she leaned in, pressing her lips on my waistline. My breathing turned heavy when she cupped my manhood through the fabric.

“No, little love, your place is here,” I said, pointing at my heart.

She smirked in response and lowered her gaze to the knot of my lower.

I immediately leaned forward to her and kissed her forehead gently with my lips.

“Nandani, please,”

She looked into my eyes and shook her head.“Do me as an enslaved person for tonight, Rudra. I want it,”

I tipped forward and placed my hand on her cheek.“You are my queen,” I reminded her. However, she untied the knot.

“Not tonight, Ranaji,”

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