Page 71 of Trapped By the Maharaja
His dark eyes traveled slowly over her body, clad just in her bra and panties. Her heart thudded hard and she suppressed the urge to cover her body with her hands. She grabbed the blue silk dress that she had kept aside and held it in front of her like a shield.
“Y-you’re back early,” she said.
His lips curved faintly. “Yes.”
“I was—” She swallowed, clutching the blue silk fabric tighter in her hands. “I am getting ready to join your mother for dinner.”
There was a flash in his eyes. “So eager to impress her,” he said in a slightly mocking tone.
Her cheeks heated. Before she could reply, he moved. He came closer.
“K-Ram… what are you doing?” she asked, taking a step back.
Her back hit the mirrored wall of the closet.
“Ram,” she whispered, her pulse thundering. “Don’t—”
But her protest died midway when he caged her in, one palm pressing flat to the wall beside her head. His other hand slid to her wrist, tugging the dress free from her grip, letting it fall forgotten to the floor.
His chest hovered inches from hers, the heat of his damp skin radiating into her. The sharp scent of sandalwood soap and clean water wrapped around her senses until she felt dizzy.
“Why not?” he asked, his breath hot against her cheek.
“B-because… because I don’t want you,” she replied, trying to find an excuse that would make him move away.
But he didn’t move away. There was a dark chuckle. “Is that why you can’t keep your eyes away from my body?”
Her cheeks burned. Her lips parted, desperate to find some other excuse. But his gaze dipped to her mouth, and her body betrayed her with a shudder.
The next second, his mouth crashed against hers.
His kiss was hard, hungry, and demanding. His hand fisted in her hair, and tilted her head back, deepening the kiss until she felt consumed.
Her hands braced against his chest, trembling, trying to push him back. But instead of pushing, her fingers curled against the slick warmth of his skin, holding him closer until the hardened tips of her breasts brushed against his chest.
Ram groaned against her lips, low and raw, as if she’d burned him.
His tongue slid against hers, fierce and sure. Every nerve in her body was strung tight, every thought drowned in the storm of him, the taste of him, and the sheer force of his need.
He pulled back slightly. His dark eyes were burning. Before she could catch her breath, his mouth trailed down her throat.
She gasped.
Her head tilted back against the mirror as he sucked hard at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. She trembled. His lips moved lower, kissing a searing path down the slope of her neck, along her collarbone, and then lower still. His mouth closed hotly over her nipple through the lace of her bra.
Her gasp became a choked cry. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he suckled her nipple, hard. The lace scraped against her tender flesh, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through her nerves. She arched against him. The friction was maddening, unbearable, yet she craved more.
He hooked a finger beneath the strap of her bra and tugged it down roughly. Then his mouth closed over her bare nipple. His tongue flicked against the hardened peak. Her knees buckled. She clutched his hair tightly, anchoring herself as he sucked hard. She moaned. The sensation was too much. Her head thrashed against the mirror as pleasure shot through her. Her hips jerked forward and she felt his hardness against her. He groaned against her breast. The next moment, her bra was pushed down completely and both breasts were exposed. He moved his mouth to her other nipple.
His mouth was hot and wet, making her shudder violently. Her moans filled the closet.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down her thighs. The thin material tore loudly.
Before she could react, he slid his hand between her legs and she gasped. His thick finger slid inside her, making her cry out.
“So fucking tight and wet,” he growled against her skin.
He slid his finger deep inside her, making her jerk against his hand. His thumb rubbed hard against her intimate bud as his thick finger thrusted deep. Her hips rocked involuntarily against his hand while desperate moans escaped her throat.
