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My heart leapt into my throat.

Suman saw us in a very scandalous embrace: me, on his shoulder, in just a nightgown, my legs on display.

My insides somersaulted when I watched him getting on the bed.

The heat prevailing between us pulled us closer like a magnetic force.

His partly naked, finely built body, his muscular arms and abs—a sinful delight for my eyes.

“Widen your legs, love,”

he said, and I looked up at him.

As he sneaked closer, my body subconsciously began to move back in anticipation.

Part of me was thrilled, eagerly awaiting his advances and wanting to satiate my howling desires.

Yet, another part of me was equally burdened by the dread of impending possibilities—possibilities that caused a whirlwind to spin in my belly.

Nearing steadily, he trailed his fingers over my calf, awakening every fibre of my being while grazing my thighs.

The barest interactions of his fingertips with my body, his fleeting touches, ignited a flame so rich in passion, it turned me breathless.

He, inching closer, lowered himself and pressed a prolonged kiss against my midriff through the garment.

With his knees in between, he parted my legs wider and hovered over me, locking his gaze with mine, filled with unspoken needs.

As he pressed in on me to place a pillow under my head, my lips brushed against his jaw for a split moment.

To his demand, I inhaled a shaky breath and opened my legs wide for him.

“You are so beautiful, inside and out,”

he said, his eyes tracing my features as his gaze often drifted between my eyes and my lips.

He gently caressed my cheek, and I yielded to his touch, surrendering to the warmth of his hands.

“Really?” I asked.

I didn't know what it was.

Was it the night dimly lit by candles? Was it the room filled with our blended scents? Was it our ragged breaths blowing on each other's faces, or were his feathery touches that put me in a daze and filled my mind with delightful sensations?

My master was indeed right.

Love-making between a couple isn't necessarily and ideally hasty, and filled with just carnal hunger and fleshly desire.

Pleasurable sensations are enlivened with subtle, tender touches, with immense care, admiration, words of compliments, caresses that drive the butterflies to flap their wings heavily in our belly.

It is in the fleeting eye contact and the longing for each other that arouses the need to have the most passionate unions.

Because I could feel all that, he was making me live all of it.

I arched my back, burning in an unquenchable yearning.

My insides churned, feeling my core throb, a knot so tight in my lower abdomen, demanding a release.

Yet he took it at a steady pace.

“Hnnn…”

He hummed, planting a slow, deliberate kiss on my cheek, savoring the moment and searing warmth into my skin.

My eyes squeezed shut, feeling his weight on me as our chests collided in a feverish intimacy.

Opening my eyes, I gazed into his deep, intense eyes, with his fuller lips and chiseled jaw.

His features always put me in a gawking haze.

I felt his fingers crawl over my knee, raising it high, and a soft gasp slipped from my lips as I sensed his waist stroking against my inner thighs.

I shuddered at the sensation of the cool air hitting my exposed legs and clutched his upper arm with expectancy.

Delving his face into my neck, he captured my earlobe between his teeth, causing me to hiss at the pleasurable ache.

I tried to slow the heavy rise and fall of my chest as he bit my ear harshly, eliciting a throaty moan from me.

I clung to him with desperation, pulling him closer and holding his nape.

The clattering of my bangles resonated deeply in the chamber, causing me to curl my toes in anticipation.

“You have such a sensitive body, little seductress,”

he breathed near my ear, his wild breathing fanning over my neck, hands feathering my thighs and sending shivers down my spine.

“Uh… I’m loving your touch,”

I said, my voice shaky, laced with devouring desire.

His fingers were on all the right spots, as if he knew where I was most sensitive, rekindling them with his tortures.

While nibbling on my ear, he moved fingers to my core, his pace gentle, his eyes on me, like he was exploring.

I slowly swept his long fringes aside, falling on his sweaty forehead, and bit my lower lip as I felt him gliding his finger on my slick folds.

“Ahhh…”

A needy gasp left my mouth, my hips in sync, riding on his fingers, my arousal deepening with his intensifying progress.

He showered my face with feather-light kisses, holding my neck in place, igniting my senses.

A shuddering moan escaped me, and my body elevated as he began rubbing my core swiftly in a circular motion, and I sealed my eyes shut.

Kissing the side of my lips, he muttered.

“Look at me, ,”

Hearing my name spill from his mouth, smooth, with so much fervency, was strangely satisfying.

Suddenly, he slipped his fingers inside, and I clamped onto his upper arm, opening my eyes wide, and looked at him.

The cold uneasiness of his thick finger began taking over the sensations, making me wriggle under him, yet his deep eyes had me bound in their entice.

“Breath, my love,”

He said.

“Don’t strain yourself.”

With that, he slid half his finger inside of me, making me almost whimper at the piercing pain.

The muscles in my hips and legs tightened, and I stretched my body, pressing my head uneasily into the mattress.

I breathed hastily at the nuance of his touch.

“Calm down, little bird,”

he said, his tone gentle and full of patience.

Cautiously, he took his finger out, and I instantly whined at the loss of his touch, feeling void.

He moved his mouth over mine, claiming my lips in a slow, searing kiss that left me dizzy.

“I’ll go deeper now, let me know if you feel pain or discomfort,”

he muttered, and I gulped, envisioning his long fingers in me. “Okay?”

He asked, and I nodded absentmindedly.

Holding my gaze, he slowly let his finger nudge in again, delicately building up stronger sensations, letting me feel all of it.

My breathing turned uneven, my insides struggled to settle in place, and my brows knitted together at the profound feeling.

I opened my eyes and peeked at his flushed face through my heavily batting lashes.

“You are so tight, little death-bed,”

he growled in a low tone, placing his forehead over mine, and a wave of stun passed down my spine at what he said.

It still felt unpleasant, fixating all my focus on it.

To divert my mind from it, I watched his throat move as he swallowed hard, like he was restraining himself.

He tightened his grip on my neck, spreading my legs more apart and slid his finger deeper, earning a loud moan from me.

“Ahhhh…..”

I lost all control over myself; my nails gouged his shoulder as he pushed further inside.

It was impossible for me, my voice hitched as I gasped for air, and a strident whimper spilt past my lips.

Even though the pain was persistent, the stinging sensation gradually began to turn into a tingle.

There was a slight discomfort, yet the hint of peak arousal was prudent with the way he was playing with my wetness.

“Loosen up,”

He said, and I blinked in a stupor, with my lips agape, taking in heavy gushes of air.

It took me a good few seconds to comprehend what he was demanding.

I closed my eyes nervously, steadying my breath to ease the tension from my body.

Trust is essential during physical intimacy between a couple, and I truly loved how he was fostering it between us.

“Good girl,”

he mumbled against my cheek while kissing me hungrily, trying to distract me from the emerging pain that had built up when he drove his finger all the way in.

I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut, holding onto his arm tighter.

“Calm down, ,”

he said, and I opened my eyes.

The view of the ornate ceiling seemed blurred to my vision.

I wrung the bedsheets in my fists near my head, and my back curved upward since he kept kissing me passionately.

My heart was beating so rapidly and loudly, I was sure he could hear it.

“Calm down, .

Let yourself feel it.

Isn't it beautiful?”

He whispered and took the edge of my ear between his lips, making hair on every inch of my skin hoist at his burning yet delightful touch.

My core twitched when he suddenly flicked his finger inside me, hitting a spot that made bliss engulf me, surging through every nerve of my body.

It felt like I was about to explode, shattering into pieces, and suddenly I felt an urge building up in me to feel something identical right at the moment.

“Feel it, .

Hold it back until I tell you,”

he said, biting on my jaw, thrusting his finger in and out.

I cried softly, my body shaking, trying to match his pace, legs and stomach contracting hard, clamouring for a release.

“Ahhh…. Rudra,”

my lips trembled as his name stammered its way out of my mouth.

With his other hand, he clutched my hand, which was latched onto the bedsheet, and kissed his way through my neck.

It was overwhelming; his finger pressed against my sensitive spot repeatedly, his lips brushing my skin, his hand guiding me, his husky body enveloping me.

“Ah…. Rudra,”

I screamed his name at a sharp, high pitch, my blood curdling with the intensifying tension.

My throat ran dry, and I bit my lower lip when he muttered, “Good girl, hold it like that.”

I was sweating profusely, the fabric clung to my body, my knees were up high as he hungrily sucked on the side of my neck, leaving a stingy pain on my flesh.

Reaching out, I clasped onto his neck from behind at the heightened emotions.

I couldn’t breathe, I wanted to get over this helplessness, I could feel the peak of my arousal.

Never in my whole life had I ever felt so.

It was maddening, heart-pounding, yet ecstatic.

It felt like my body wasn’t in my control; I was in his power.

“Ahhh… Rudra, please,”

I pleaded, digging my nails into flesh, piercing his skin.

He knew what he was doing, hitting the tip of his finger at this one spot, over and over, driving me wild.

“Please, Rudra, I’m begging you,”

I cried out erratically, but he went on, tormenting my collarbone with his teeth, nipping on them earnestly.

Soaring his mouth up my neck, he sucked me under the jaw and I began quivering under him uncontrollably.

The more I tried to calm my hammering heart and steady my breath, the more I failed.

My mind, my sanity, my attention, all of it at stake, pinned on his finger inside me.

“Please… Rudra, just let me…”

I begged—my tone insistent, filled with immense desperation.

He knew how to end this.

He was making me feel all this.

Pushing me to the edge and keeping me from letting it out.

“Plea…”

I made an attempt to speak, but I couldn't.

I laboured to breathe.

The last ounce of sanity left my body.

I was flushed, on the brink of losing my consciousness, the sensational pleasure too exhilarating, but tiring.

A low, throaty moan escaped me, and he lifted his face, demanding, “Look at me.”

he was panting too, his voice hoarse, and I tried to look through my dazed vision.

Leaning in, he clashed his lips on mine, thrusting his tongue fervently into my mouth.

And it happened.

My pulse shifted rhythmically, my breath quickened, my body shook frenziedly, and I whimpered loudly into his mouth.

It felt as though I was flooded with a gush of sensation flowing through my veins, my whole body.

The room around me faded into an oblivion of pleasure.

The slick release heated me entirely, and I closed my eyes, giving in to the kiss with equal fire.

He drew his finger out, kissing me gently, letting me catch my breath.

Pulling away, he looked into my eyes, and I was flabbergasted.

What the hell just happened? I thought.

The corner of his lips flicked up as he smiled softly, caressing my cheek.

I turned my head aside, blinking rapidly, and chewed my lower lip.

My knees were still wobbly, and the area between my legs throbbed with an electrifying sensation.

Planting a kiss on my forehead, he whispered, “I love you, .”

On instinct, my lips stretched into a grin.

“I hope you enjoyed your punishment, little deathbed.”

Flustered by his words, I hugged him closer, and he showered my neck with light kisses, here and there, his beard tickling me, making me giggle.

But then, my smile faltered as an important question arose in my mind.

I slightly nudged him back and looked at him, tilting my head.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

I asked.

He chuckled amusedly at my question and pressed his lips to my temple.

Shifting beside me, he rested his face on one elbow, and softly brushing my stomach, he said, “Yes, I’m sure,”

I turned on his side and asked, “But how do you know so much? You know, my master once said that a man could spend his whole life and he still wouldn't understand what a woman wants.”

He kissed my forehead lovingly, letting his lips linger there briefly, and looked back at me with a gentle smile.

“What king is a king if he doesn’t know how to satisfy his woman—physically, mentally and emotionally,”

he stated, petting my head.

“Family is the closest thing to a king as a man, and if he cannot understand his own family’s needs, to build trust and to treat them respectfully, I believe, no amount of knowledge and power can prevent him from failing in his life.

I never understood the significance of these lessons when I was still young, but now I’m trying to.”

I was genuinely impressed by this man.

I kissed him on the jaw and asked, “But you’re a celibate.

Did you not feel driven while learning all of this?”

He inhaled a deep breath and kissed my forehead softly.

“I read books—romantic ones, with erotic texts.

I even read the Kamasutra to test my control.

It was like giving exams,” he said.

His revelation stunned me.

“You read Kamasutra?”

I asked with wide eyes.

He nodded with a smile, lying straight on his back, and I was curious, which led me to ask him, “What positions do you like?”

He suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, his chest rumbling with a spark of amusement.

I stared at him, perplexed.

Did I say anything wrong? I wondered.

Sighing heavily, he pulled me closer and stroked my back, while I looked at him, uncertain.

“I have tried nothing.

How’d I know what I like?”

He said, moving his fingers through the length of my hair, playing with them.

“Well, something must’ve caught your interest,”

I countered, settling my chin on his shoulder.

He clicked his tongue, looking into the distance.

“I don’t know.

Never thought about it,”

He replied, lifting his head, casting a playful look my way.

“What do you like?”

he asked, mischief shimmering in his eyes.

I immediately felt a warm flush on my face, a wave of timidity washing over me. “Me?”

I asked with hesitation.

And he yanked me closer, making me lie over his chest.

“Yes, you,”

He responded, and I pressed my palm against his chest, steadying myself, tucking my loose tresses behind my ears.

Helping me pin my hair behind, he instantly sat straight, laying me down and said, “Let me guess,”

“You like it gentle, so probably the straddling one while seated and spooning from behind while lying,”

He said, pulling my inner gown up to my abdomen.

I quivered under the cold sensation of his touch on my waist as he fiddled with my Kamarband.

“Really?”

I asked in a low, shivery tone. “Hnn-hnn”

He hummed and went down, blowing my midriff with hot air, touching my waist with his lips.

As I felt his warm tongue contacting my skin, I instantly pushed myself upright and asked, “What are you doing?”

I looked at him, unclasping my Kamarband with his teeth.

Pulling away, he slid my inner down and took the ornament out of his mouth.

“I want this,”

he said, tying it around his wrist.

My breath hitched, coming out in shallow wisps as I watched him move closer.

“Help me,”

he said, showing his hand, and I blinked nervously, adjusting my posture.

“Why're you wearing it on your wrist?”

I asked, helping him hook the ends of the chain.

“I'm the first, and I’m going to be the last one who fingered you.

I'm the only man to make you feel the way you felt not long ago,”

He said, fixing his gaze with mine in an unwavering focus.

“So, the next time you try to compare me with anyone, you remember this.”

With his other hand, he dragged me closer by my waist, settling me onto his lap.

“And, remember, who you belong to,”

He added, and my chest rose and fell heavily, brushing against his bare one in a rhythm.

“Every inch of you belongs to me, .

Your pleasure, your pain, your desires, everything comes from me,”

I was entranced, listening to his gravelly yet enticing voice.

He held my nape, his eyes tracing over my face like a gentle graze, finally settling on my lips, staring at them with a burning desire.

Leaning in, he devoured my lower lip with a desperate pull, sucking hard before finally releasing it.

I closed my eyes, trying to contain my overflowing emotions and calm my racing heart.

“Who do you belong to, little wife?”

He asked, his breath fanning over my face.

Inhaling deeply, I said, “You,”

The memory of my moans, whimpers and extreme sensations that I felt not long ago danced across my mind, haunting my thoughts, keeping me far from my sanity.

“Rudra...

I belong to you,”

I spoke as if I were under a spell—his spell—the spell of his charm, his seduction, his touch.

He yanked me over his lap, digging his fingertips into my hips, and kissed me breathlessly as I straddled him.

Pulling away, he said, “The next time you do something I don’t like, I’ll make you ride your hips like this until you scream out of pleasure and cry with the weakness in your knees, little seductress,”

his statement was possessive, full of power, like a final verdict.

Mustering courage, I looked into his alluringly commanding eyes and said, “I bet that you will not be continuing your celibacy anymore.”

As he yanked me even closer, our breathing quickened, and a flame of dominance ignited between us.

His lips curved into a sly smile.

“Bahut choti hai abhi aap...

Ro jaayengi,”

(You're too young...

I'm afraid you might cry.) He said, kissing the side of my lips, holding my cheek, and I literally shivered.

A powerful spark of thrill passed through my body, leaving my skin burning with its essence.

“Dar gayi na aap,”

(You got scared.) I lowered my gaze to his lips, blinking my eyes, leaning in to place my lips over his.

I bit on his lower lip, pulling it out, drawing fresh, dark blood.

He let out a throaty grunt and stared at me intently, and I uttered over his mouth, “Aap rula lijiye, hum sehan kar lenge,”

(Make me cry, I’ll bear it.) He abruptly pushed me down on the mattress, hovered above me.

Clamping dangerously on my neck, he nipped at my jaw, sucking the skin down to my neck like a starving man.

Moving south, he smashed his lips against mine, crushing my nape eagerly, making me moan into his mouth.

As he pressed his lips over my jaw roughly, my eyebrows knitted together, deliriously.

I moaned again at his nuances.

Breaking free, he pressed his forehead against my temple, panting heavily.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply to calm myself.

“Rudra,”

I called him cautiously.

“Calm down, please.”

I softly stroked his arm, attempting to steady him.

It wasn’t the right time to do it.

How could I have forgotten that he was controlling? He could not cross the limit—he wasn’t supposed to.

He had worked hard, restraining himself for ten years.

“Hey, Rudra, please,”

I tried to draw his attention.

His hold on my neck loosened, and he lifted his eyes, gazing at me longingly.

I shook my head lightly, biting my lower lip.

“Not like this.

Not until you want, please,” I said.

Holding my hand closer to his lips, he shut his eyes, taking deep breaths.

He tenderly left feathery kisses on my fingers and my palm.

Once he was relaxed, he opened his eyes and looked at me.

“I think we should go to sleep now,”

I muttered feebly.

He again kissed my palm intensely.

I could sense his tension.

I had never seen him the way he was a few moments ago.

His eyes radiated with raw hunger.

Watching him calm himself down calmed me as well.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have made such a demand that made him lose control.

He straightened himself, and I palmed my face, trying to get a grip on myself.

Getting off the bed, he slowly muttered, “Stand up.”

Obeying him, I stood up and adjusted my dress.

Picking up my overcoat, he handed it to me and said, “Get dressed.”

As I slipped my arms into it, he helped me tie the strings at my front and turned me around.

Carefully, he parted my hair and began braiding it.

I gulped, playing with the strings of my coat as he tied the end of my braid with a lace.

After he was done, he hugged me from behind and gently kissed the side of my head.

“Be my strength, , or we both are going to regret it,”

he whispered slowly.

I could understand what he was trying to say, and I also knew that I had to control myself for him.

I had to contribute to this cause, supporting him.

“You are surely the death of me,”

he mumbled, and I turned to look at him.

Tracing my face with his gaze, he lifted my chin and observed my neck.

“You will need a huge necklace tomorrow,”

He said, and I immediately touched my neck.

Pacing towards the mirror, I noticed fresh red bruises on my neck. “Noooo,”

I whined. “Rudra,”

He bit his lower lip, controlling his smile, and said, “You made me do this.”

He immediately lifted me in his arms when I sulked back to him.

“Time to go to the carpet, little queen,”

I burst into laughter.

He took me to the courtyard and put me down.

“Wait for me,”

He said and went back again.

Returning with the mattress and comforter, he laid them on the floor.

“Come,”

I settled beside him, and he hugged me from behind.

Kissing my hair softly, he said, “Wish me luck, .

Tomorrow is an important day.”

I peered sideways and asked, “What's important?”

He inhaled a deep breath and replied, “Tomorrow we will know whether our neighbouring states are with me.

It will decide my future as a king.

And if the majority favours me, new peace treaties will be signed, and perhaps the Yagna will occur sooner, which would mean the end of my celibacy.”

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