Page 83 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

“You are going to be my death in bed,” he muttered against my ear, kneading my bosom hard.

“Ah… Rudra,” I whimpered, and he moved his cheek close to mine. His newly grown stubble rubbing against my cheek, his warm breath fanning at the side of my neck—I couldn't stand it all. The extremity of our intimacy, the fervour between us, made my head drop back.

“Nandani,” He groaned, and leaving my wrists, he sneaked his hand around my waist and shoved me up, sitting me on the dressing table. With his other hand, he kept fondling my bosom, teasing my erect nipple, pinching it between his fingers. I immediately coiled my arms around his shoulders as the sudden move took me away.

“When did you last masturbate, Rudra?” I asked again, my tone faltered, and he pressed his palm roughly against my chest.

“You wouldn't want to hear it,” he said, pulling the other sleeve of the blouse down and removing it from my body.

Planting a kiss on my neck, he made his way down my collarbone, sucking my skin gently and with his other hand, he cupped my other bosom too. When he kneaded both my delicate parts, I moaned senselessly near his ear, trying to contain myself in his muscular arms.

“Ah… Rudra,” He was pushing my limits, making my brain ooze with pleasure and on the spur of the moment, it completely slipped off my mind to get answers from him.

I went crazy when he started playing with my breasts, lightly massaging them. The wetness surfacing on my core had me rolling my eyes in sensation. My hair was all over the place, and when he slid them away, moving his lips towards my chest from my neck, I gasped in ecstasy.

“Ahh…” He had me in the palm of his hand, just with his touches, at his mercy. I wondered what would happen when he'd take me in all my senses.

“When was your last release, Rudra?” I asked again. Attaching his mouth to my swollen bud, he mumbled under his breath.

“Almost ten years ago,” The moment I heard it, I felt the rug sweep off under my feet.

“Rudra,” I called him, but he was very much indulged in sucking my bud harshly, making the blood rush to my cheeks.

“Ahhh…” I cried out, trying to hold his face and muttered,

“Rudra, calm down, please, you might end up hurting me,” I breathed with an urge, and he nipped on my nipple, whispering,“Don’t worry, I won't lose my senses until I'm inside of you.”

I shuddered violently because his words truly shook my insides when I tried to visualise the scene for a moment.

“I might die, you know,” I remarked in a low tone. Bringing his face back to the north, he fisted my hair from behind and impulsively clashed his lips with mine. He sucked on my bottom lip with a zeal, a desire so strong dancing on the tip of his tongue. His kissing me aggressively made me close my eyes, unable to restrain the fervour.

I turned breathless, my heart went ballistic, and my cheeks burned, feeling the heat between us. He kept devouring my lips, sucking them incessantly and so I couldn't help but give in to the kiss. His hand, still playing with my nipples, pinching them, whichmade me part my lips, making me moan into his mouth.

He angled my nape to have better access to savour my lips. As the efficacy of our kiss intensified, I placed my hand over his on my chest. And he pulled back, grasping that I needed to breathe.

With his forehead still against mine, he breathed over my lips,“Therefore I tell you, don’t seduce me, getting on my head. Let me take it slow,” I laboured to inhale when he moved back, letting in some air.

“Why didn't you tell me before?” I asked, frowning at him, probing further,“You didn't sleep with me, right?” He squeezed my breasts again, and I shrieked, feeling the sensations.

“Ahhh…”

“Did you refer to in your letter that you wanted to sleep with me?” He countered, and I gulped, narrowing my eyes and trying to recall what letter he was talking about.

“Oh, yes! The letter,” I remembered how he told me to transcribe everything I wanted him to do with me in a letter.

“What did you write about?” He asked, and I batted my lashes away, unable to look at him, and he pinched my nipple, earning a painful cry from me.

“What did you write, little wife?” He asked again, hints of mischief very much apparent in his tone. I tried to calm my racing heart, and I murmured,

“I want you around me…” He stared intently at my lips,“Hnn-hnn,” a throaty sound left his mouth, and I swallowed hard,

“Your touch... that will blaze my… skin… on f... fire and…” Inhaling sharply, I went on,“... burn me to the bones… which eventually… will enlighten every inch of me,” I stuttered, my words and feelings all over the place.

I was compelled to shut my eyes, giving in, when he kissed me again. I recalled my love for him, the times when I longed for his presence, and the way I waited for just a glimpse of him.

“And?” He drew back momentarily, and I opened my eyes to reply to his question,“I want you to see me more than anyone ever did. I want to see you more than anyone ever did. I want us so close, our breathing feels wild and warm on our faces, I want us to be one, for once and for all,”

Suddenly, he peeled the kurta off his body, making me shudder, and my eyes dropped to his naked chest. His wounds were healing, and the mark of my name was still visible on his arm. Ithought of everything he did for me, every time he warned me not to marry that old man.

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