Page 239 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

She pulled the strings off her blouse and slid it down her shoulders, exposing her breasts to my hungry eyes. Her little brown nipples stood erect.

I wanted to eat her raw.

She then worked on her skirt and pushed it low, standing in just her in-skirt. And she removed that too, making me lose my lastounce of sanity.

Looking at her completely naked form, I pulled my torn kurta, clinging to my arms and kicked my dhoti aside, pooled at my feet.

“Come here,” I said.

She slowly made her way to me, the tinkling of her anklets resonating in the chamber.

As she stood before me, I held her hand, pulling her closer and pressed my lips on her abdomen. Grabbing her calf, I pulled her leg up and placed it on the couch.

She breathlessly moved her fingers through my hair. I moved my lips further, earning a loud moan from her.

Her body trembled under my lips as I moved them hungrily on her skin.

I slowly pulled back, watching her in silence, aroused and all at my mercy, biting on my lip.

I rose, and she scanned me from head to toe. Holding my torn kurta, I moved closer to her and held her hands to tie them behind her.

She blinked nervously and felt her heart hammering in her chest against mine as I kissed the side of her neck.

Her head tilted to the side, while I tied both ends of the kurta around her wrists. As I tightened the knot, she shivered.

“Remember, ask me to stop when you want. Alright, little love?” I asked, and she gave a slight nod.“Words,” I demanded.

She nodded again.“Yes, Ranaji,” she rasped.

I moved behind her, the tension between us, not just romantic but of lust, pure desire for each other. As I cupped her nape, she gave in to my touch, angling her head back.

My fingers moved toward her hair, removing the jasmine flowers around her bun.

Her long, beautiful hair fell free on her hips, and I began braiding it so as not to hurt her later. Securing the end with the string of flowers, I moved it to her front and placed a deep, lingering kiss on the curve of her neck.

My hand made its way toward her tiny waist, and she leaned more into me, pressing her head against my chest.

She moaned helplessly as I drawled my fingers to her core, caressing it gently, her legs trembling at the touch.

I took a step back.“On your knees,” I commanded, and she blinked nervously, doing as I said.

I, too, knelt behind her and grabbed a pillow from the couch. She peeked at me slightly as I placed the pillow before her.

Smiling, I leaned closer to her and sucked on her earlobe, drawing a deep, throaty moan out of her.

“Place your knees on the pillow,” I said, and she slowly moved ahead, placing her knees on the pillow. I held her waist, hovering over her, and kissed her cheek.

“Ready?” I asked, and she mewled.

“Ahh, yes,”

I gently pushed her forward to balance herself over the couch, angling her hips for me.

With her hands tied around her back, struggling to steady herself, I looked at how she moaned feebly under me.

I placed my lips over her nape. Her breathing had quickened, and she visibly trembled at my kisses.

I kept sucking her skin, leaving a trail of wet, light kisses all over her back.

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