Page 4 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

I never thought it'd feel like this.

I felt his pruned beard against my cheek, and a low moan slipped from my mouth. He pressed his lips against the side of my jaw, and I muttered under my breath,“Rudra,” It came out almost inaudible.

He moved his lips closer to my ear, his uneven breaths tickling my stomach. I clutched the fabric of my lehenga, trying to suppress my inaudible moans.

“I want to see you tonight,” he muttered, and how he said it left me utterly stunned. My heart pounded intensely in my chest as he added,“Naked,”

The heat erupting through his words warmed my insides.“And you have to write down everything in a letter for me. What do you want me to do to you? How do I take you? You'll have to be very particular with your words,”

I was utterly taken aback by his demand, my eyes wide open at the tone he used. I felt flushed and thought, if merely his lips on my cheek could make me so hot, how would it feel when he took me?

I truly wanted to experience what I learned in my classes—the sensation of the first touch, intimacy, and all those sparks. I felt a bit of it, which made me crave more, feeling insane.

“Very particular?” I gulped, my voice a mere whisper.

“Yes, very, very particular. I want every detail. If you miss something, I miss that too,” he said, gently touching my cheek. The earnest expression on his face indicated that he was serious.

“Alright?” he asked, and I nodded.“So, tonight?” he further asked, and I nodded again, whispering.“Yes, I love you.”

His lips curved into a light smile, and he murmured, looking into my eyes.“I love you too, Nandani.”

These words from him made my day. He had never said them before, but he did now, looking directly into my eyes. He finally expressed his love for me.

Was I going insane?

Totally!

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I spent my entire day contemplating and jotting down my thoughts—thoughts of what I wanted, thoughts I wanted him to read. However, I was unsure of where to start and where to end, what to write and what not to write.

My seduction lessons have taught me that physical relationships encompass far more than just intercourse and pleasure. A new understanding flourishes when two people come together and engage in physical intimacy. As their bodies reveal vulnerabilities by shedding clothes, they experience an incredible solace blooming between them.

And I yearned to feel that solace.

I had heard about his bravery on the battlefield until now, andhe had an assertive tone whenever he spoke, which made me nervous. Consequently, I always panicked when talking to him, mainly because he was much older than I was.

I loved him, but sometimes I felt passive. He was mature, incredibly attractive, and one of the most eligible bachelors. I had always desired someone like him.

“What are you doing?” Suman’s voice startled me, and I quickly folded the sheet.

“Nothing,” I said. She looked at me, unsure.“You look… defensively surprised.” She said.

I raised my brows and retorted ghastly,“No, it's nothing... everything’s fine.”

She squinted her eyes, unconvinced, but agreed anyway,“Okay, I’m buying it.”

I plastered a smile on my face and nodded.

She left, and I sighed my shock away, taking a breath of peace. Had she asked me anything, I wouldn't have lied. She was my partner in crime, and she knew everything about me. And by everything, I mean everything.

I went back to writing the letter Rudra had asked me to, but I was still uncertain about what to say.

Honestly, I just wanted to feel him, not just sexually, but his tender touches on my hand, my arms, and maybe sometimes, teasingly, on my neck.

Just the thought of it made me a jittery mess. This was it. This was what I wanted.

Unfolding the paper, I began writing down my thoughts.

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