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That desire was growing stronger with every breath.

With his minimal nails, he traced delicate lines along my belly, and it made my skin shiver and tighten.

I clenched the bedsheet beside me as my eyebrows furrowed with the intensity of the sensations he was giving me.

His fingers moved in slow, teasing circles around my navel, and his hand glided to the side of my waist, trailing upward to the curve of my thigh, then gently upward again, toward the swell of my breasts.

I opened my eyes slowly to find him still watching me, his gaze soft yet quietly wild.

His thumb brushed the side of my bosom as his palm followed the shape.

I stretched slightly, the ache in my body growing with the need for his touch.

Just two more gentle strokes and something deep inside me began to stir, an itch I couldn’t explain.

“Ahhh…”

A soft moan slipped from between my parted lips.

He brought his gaze back up to mine, and I bit gently on my lower lip, silently asking him for more.

He leaned in and pressed a delicate kiss to my cheek.

That one small gesture made butterflies explode in my stomach.

When he pulled back, our eyes locked, and I felt a gentle, purposeful shift.

His palm moved slowly from my thigh to my midriff, pausing… then continuing upward to my breasts, sending goosebumps cascading across my skin.

As his thumb brushed across my erect bud, I blinked, my lips parted, and my heart raced, spiralling into a wild rhythm.

The tension, the anticipation, it was all too much, too beautiful.

He, without a word, leaned in and cupped my swollen bud with his lips.

And my lashes fluttered shut, my back arched toward him instinctively, surrendering to the moment.

“Aahh…”

The moan escaped me before I could catch it.

His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, licking gently, teasingly around my brown, hardened bud.

As he traced it with the tip of his tongue, his lips seared heat into my skin, building sensations in my body that drove me into a wild, uncontrollable frenzy.

I brought my hand to my mouth, trying to silence myself, but the sensations only grew stronger.

My fingers trembled against my lips as I turned my head to the side, eyes closed, lost in the tender fire he was building within me.

When he suddenly deepened the torture of his mouth, sinking his teeth into my skin, sucking me harshly, a louder cry escaped me. “Aaahhh…”

He softened immediately, as if to soothe what his hunger had stirred.

All the while, his other hand moved with equal care and reverence, caressing my other bud and breast.

He kept fondling them—calm yet teasing—sometimes pressing roughly, other times cupping them tenderly, exploring every way a man could worship a woman’s breasts.

All of it left me burning, aroused, driving my desire to the brink.

I looked at him again as he moved lower, his lips trailing over my midriff, sending shivers across my skin.

He licked, sucked, and planted delicate, feather-light kisses all the way down my body until he reached my lower abdomen.

His hand gripped my thigh, and I felt his lips brush against my inner thigh.

My breathing grew uneven, my eyes fluttering uncontrollably.

I could already feel my mind slipping away.

But as his lips began to move toward my core, my heart raced, pounding wildly in my chest.

“Let me see you, .

All of you, please.”

His voice was slow, deliberate, and the way he said ‘please’ sent a shiver down my spine.

I curled my toes, my body trembling, and slowly parted my legs for him, feeling the rush of sensations spreading through my nerves.

A surge of timidity washed over me, but I couldn't resist.

“Lift yourself and look here,”

he murmured against my lower abdomen.

I shifted my gaze from the ceiling to him.

Raising my upper body with the help of my elbows, I looked down at him.

I could see my core—my legs spread wide—and his lips drawing closer to it, inch by inch.

My lips parted as soon as his mouth came in contact with my sensitive flesh. “Ahhhh,”

I gasped, shivering at the touch.

His warm breath against me sent tingling through my entire body, and when he flicked his tongue out to slowly lick me, I melted.

“Aaanhhhh…”

A trembling moan escaped my lips, my body igniting with desire.

My brows furrowed, and as I saw him part his lips to press against my most sensitive spot, my mind unravelled.

My heart raced, and my head fell back in ecstasy.

“Keep looking, little bird,”

he said, his voice low as he shifted between my legs.

I angled my face to look back at him once more.

While his lips led me to the edge of a sensational excursion, I held his deep, unwavering gaze.

It felt like he was telling me everything without words, as if he loved me deeply and cared for every one of my needs.

He began sucking gently, and I shivered beneath him, my lips parting with every soft, breathy moan that escaped with his each pull.

As the sensations grew more intense, I bit down lightly on my lower lip, but suddenly, without warning, he sucked harder, sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Aaaaaahh……”

A loud moan slipped from my lips, and tears pooled in my eyes as I looked at him, my brows furrowing in a mixture of pleasure and need.

“Those are mine to bite, little seductress.”

His voice was slow, commanding, and it drove me wild with desire.

My heart was beating uncontrollably as I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way his lips devoured me.

He continued, his lips sucking me with a relentless rhythm, and soon my knees began to ache, my body weakening under the pressure.

An overwhelming desire built inside me, an urge to feel more, to take more, to have more.

“Fill me in, please, Rudra,”

I begged, my voice soft and desperate as I reached for his head, my fingers threading through his hair.

He looked up at me, his face filled with a dark, seductive intent, and took two fingers into his mouth.

It was so formidable, so assertive, I almost couldn’t breathe.

He slowly slid them inside me, and I felt my head fall back, my body arching as the pleasure hit me in waves.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh….”

A moan of pure pleasure, dripping with sensual and exotic feeling, escaped me; it felt so beautiful.

I couldn’t hold on much longer before I released, my body shaking with the intensity of it.

“Good little wife,”

He murmured, and the words sent another wave of fiery pleasure through me.

He moved his fingers inside me slowly, gently at first, and then I felt his lips pressing soft kisses to my lower abdomen.

“Aahhhhhh…”

He pulled back just for a moment, adding another finger, and the rush of sensation took me completely.

“Aaaaahhhh…”

The sharp sting of pain almost brought me to tears, but his voice, slow and soothing, followed: “You need this, little bird.”

It sent me spiralling into madness.

I locked eyes with him as he moved upward, his fingers still working, driving me to the edge.

He pressed his forehead into the crook of my neck, whispering in my ear, “Calm down, .”

My hand grasped his wrist, my body trembling.

“Aaaahhhhhhhh...”

He drove deeper, and my heart pounded, out of control.

He sucked on my earlobe, his voice dark and slow.

“Your voice is turning me on, my little bee,”

I bit my lower lip in response, but before I could react, he suddenly bit my ear.

And a cry escaped me, sharp and raw from the sudden pain, and he warned me again, his voice firm but filled with desire: “Those are only mine to bite.”

Every word, every touch, was a storm of sensations building inside me, leaving me trembling with need.

His fingers moved gently, creating a sting of pleasure that had me on the edge.

“Aaahhh…”

I moaned as he sucked on my earlobe again.

I tried to pull my ear away from his mouth, and my grip on his wrist tightened desperately.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, making me shiver as I watched him, but he wasn’t done.

He touched my thigh, then my waist, turning me onto my side, pressing my back against his chest.

A wave of timidness rushed through me as he slid his hand from my waist to the small of my back.

His lips trailed over my nape, leaving wet, sensual kisses that made my breath catch.

His hands roamed across my hips, my thighs, my back, touching every part of me, igniting sensations everywhere.

My lashes fluttered closed, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touches.

“You smell so nice, ,”

He muttered against my skin before his tongue flicked across my nape.

I bit down on my lower lip, desperate to stop the moans escaping from deep within.

I felt his hand slide under my head, cupping my jaw with the same palm.

He traced my lips with his thumb, and I couldn’t help but release my lower lip as a soft moan escaped me.

The sensation of his hand gripping my neck made my body tremble, while his other hand rested on my waist, pulling me closer, spooning me.

He sucked the side of my bosom, my arm, my back—each touch sending shivers through me.

Suddenly, he angled my face, arching my neck, bringing his lips closer to mine.

A deep moan slipped from my lips as he hungrily sucked on them.

I felt his hand leave my waist, and my mind clouded with the sensations, our bare bodies pressed together.

I could feel him shifting, pulling away his lower body, but he wouldn’t let me move an inch.

“Aaaahhhhhhhh...”

I moaned into his mouth as I felt his thighs press against mine, and I could feel the strong bulge of him against my inner thighs, sending waves of heat through me.

He pulled me even closer, and I gazed up at him with my racing heart.

His eyes were dark, dangerous, hair falling over his forehead, lips wet, and colour flushing his cheeks.

Bringing his other hand to his mouth, I watched him as he spat into his palm.

My heartbeat skyrocketed.

I wanted to see him, to feel him fully, but as he brushed his manhood against my inner thighs, my lashes forced closed, and I gave in to the warmth and softness of his touch.

A soft moan escaped my lips, my hand fisting the bedsheet as I felt every inch of him.

His lips found my cheek, my neck, my shoulder, my earlobe, my jaw, kissing and nibbling me everywhere as he rubbed against me.

“Aaaaahhhhhh...”

A deep, intense need built within me as he continued his movements.

“Calm down, little bird, easy...”

His voice whispered in my ear, soothing yet commanding, and I closed my eyes, feeling his cheek brush against mine, sending waves of comfort and love through me.

His hand slid down my thigh, gently pulling it upward.

And A louder moan escaped me as I felt him rub harder against me.

He pressed my thighs down again, trapping his manhood between them, the pressure making me gasp.

“Argghhhh...”

He groaned, his grip tightening around me.

His hips started to move against me in a slow, steady rhythm, and his hand on my neck made me feel completely caged by him.

I could feel him making his way to his destination, the anticipation building.

A strong shiver ran down my spine.

“Let me feel you just for a moment, little wife,”

he murmured against my ear.

“Yesssss...”

I whispered back, my voice trembling with need.

The urgency between us grew stronger, more insistent.

He lifted my thigh again, and overwhelmed by the sensations, I couldn’t hold back.

I released when he pushed into me, the flood of pleasure mixing with the slight sting.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh...”

A loud whimper escaped me, my eyes squeezing shut as my heart raced.

A brief wave of pain hit me, and my insides tightened, and my body stretched hard.

“Ugggghh...”

he grunted against my ear, his voice thick with desire.

“You’re so tight, my goodness, I feel like I’m dying already,”

he muttered, his words driving me wild, making my moans intensify.

He turned my face to make me look at him, his hand holding my waist tightly against him.

I could feel him going deeper.

My hand fisted around his wrist, feeling the mix of pain and pleasure filling me.

My head fell back into the crook of his neck, my eyes squeezed tightly shut as I cried out from the shivering pain.

“Aaaaahhhh…Rudra…”

I cried with uncontainable sensations.

“Arrrghhhhhh...”

He groaned, tightening his grip on my waist.

“Easy, , calm down,”

He whispered in my ear, and I could feel my body shaking with exhaustion, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

I kept moaning, and tears welled up from the insane mix of pleasure and pain.

“That’s it, bird, that’s it,”

He muttered, planting a soft kiss on my cheek.

He began moving slowly, and I could feel my body quivering with every thrust.

He was deep inside me, perfectly caging me in his embrace, and the heat and intensity of it all made me ache.

“Aaaaahhhhhh...”

I moaned as he pushed again, my entire body shuddering under him.

The movements grew easier, and I gave in, though the sting of it was still there.

He noticed and asked gently, “Is it still hurting?”

I opened my eyes and glanced over my shoulder at him, shaking my head lightly, biting my lower lip.

Suddenly, he pushed deeper, and my lips parted in a sharp cry.

“Aaaahhhhh...”

Tears brimmed in my eyes, and I looked at him, wide-eyed.

He smiled softly, pressing his lips to mine, and I muttered, “I hate you...”

My voice came out like a beg, full of need.

“Those are only mine to bite,”

He whispered against my lips, biting them lightly.

Then, he leaned into my ear, his voice tender yet commanding, “I love you, I love you, I love you...

I love you, I love youuu,”

With each whispered “I love you,”

he thrust slowly into me, and I felt myself teetering on the edge, ready to release again.

Wetness leaked through me, and I moaned again.

Suddenly, my knees started to weaken, my body shivering in his embrace.

He slowed his movements for a moment, then gradually increased his pace as the wetness began to build inside me again.

“Aahhhh...”

I cried in pleasure, lost in the rhythm as he moved against me, his lips kissing me, his hands caressing me, his voice murmuring soft words into my ear.

Once again, I felt myself barely on the brink, losing control.

Again and again, I was losing count of the moments, slipping further into a state of madness.

I turned exhausted, my knees growing weak.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Rudra...”

I moaned, and he must have understood, because he slowly pulled out, allowing me to lie back again.

With the sudden emptiness, I felt a sharp sense of loss, my mind still hazy and my vision dizzy.

I looked up at him as he sat up.

He took my wrist in his hand and pecked my fingers softly.

“Come here, ,”

He whispered, his voice low and inviting.

I sat up, my gaze lowering to his erection, and my heart skipped a beat as a shiver ran down my spine at the sight of him.

He was huge, thick, the sight of him had my body quivering, and I bit my lower lip, my brow furrowing as I wondered how it had fit inside me.

I swallowed, a trail of fear creeping down my spine.

“This is big,”

I said in a slow, unsure voice, and he pulled me closer.

“You already had it, why scared now?”

he said, his voice husky.

His words were teasing but comforting, and I realised he had kept me from seeing it earlier for a reason.

He gently guided me, settling my legs beside his thighs, his hands holding mine as he placed them on his manhood.

A shiver ran through me when I touched him, and I met his gaze, seeing the desire and tenderness in his eyes.

Without thinking, I pressed my lips to his, kissing him deeply.

He wrapped his arms around me, his body pulling me close as I slowly and gently began to rub against his erection, feeling the warmth and strength of him beneath my touch.

He was incredibly thick and strong.

My lips pressed against his, sucking softly.

“I love you so much, Rudra,”

I breathed against his lips.

“I love you too, ,”

He replied, his voice low and full of emotion.

“Now, take it yourself, love,”

I nodded, shifting closer to him.

He reclined back, pressing his back against the pile of pillows and the headboard, his eyes never leaving mine.

I placed my hand gently on his shoulder, adjusting myself to settle over him.

As I began to lower myself, a sudden pain shot through my body, unlike anything I had felt before.

“Aaaahh…”

I gasped, unease blossoming in my lower abdomen.

My knees trembled, unable to support my weight.

He grabbed my hips, guiding me slowly down.

“Aaaahhhhhh… Rudra,”

I cried out, my head falling back as he filled me.

A rush of mixed pain and pleasure washed over me, and I felt myself losing control, my mind swirling.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he gently moved me onto his lap.

“Ahhhhhh…”

It hit me deeply, sending a powerful shiver down my spine.

A loud moan escaped my lips as I felt the intensity building.

He straightened up, pulling me closer, our foreheads pressing together as our breath intermingled.

The connection between us deepened, the intensity of the moment overwhelming.

Each slow, deliberate movement made me feel crazed, my body burning with desire.

He continued moving me against him, kissing me, touching me, our chests pressed together, his lips frequently trailing along my collarbone, sucking my skin.

His hand found my neck, gently choking, creating a delicious tension, earning a louder moan from me.

But he was keeping everything slow, just enough to make it bearable for me.

“Arrrghhhhhh,”

he groaned, making me look at him.

“How do you feel?”

he asked in a low voice, pressing his lips to my jawline.

“Aahhhh… complete,”

I managed to say.

“Aaagghhhhh,”

he grunted in response, and his grip on my lower back tightened as he pulled me closer—dangerously close.

A deep, electrifying shiver raced down my spine, and I moaned uncontrollably as I felt him reach deep inside me.

My head fell back, and I felt dizzy from the overwhelming sensations.

My body ached to arch, to surrender to the pull.

Suddenly, I was burning—every nerve lit alive—as he moved me against him with an intensity that was both agonising and exquisite.

“Aaaahhhhh…”

I cried, my head sinking into the mattress, fingers fisting the bedsheet above me.

“My little seductress… ahhhh,”

he murmured breathlessly, one hand curling gently around my neck.

My whole body stretched against him as he kept guiding me.

It was pleasure wrapped in pain, so powerful that tears welled up and slipped silently down my cheeks.

“Ohhh, my baby,”

he whispered, and suddenly gathered me into his arms.

Holding me close, he pressed his lips softly to my cheek.

My bun loosened, and my hair spilt down in waves.

His broad, warm palm anchored me to him, resting over my back.

My body bounced in his lap, flushed and trembling.

Eyes shut tight, cheeks burning, I moved with him, helpless in the building wave of release.

And then, without warning, it all became too much.

The air felt too thin, my chest too tight, and I couldn’t catch my breath.

My heart pounded like a storm.

I needed to breathe.

I needed to come down.

My hips began to move on their own, grinding against him without thought.

And then suddenly, another wave crashed over me.

“Aaaaaahhhhh…”

I screamed out, body trembling as everything inside me unravelled.

My limbs turned to water, every ounce of strength draining from me.

He paused, just for a moment.

"Aahhhhrrrghh,"

Keeping me close, he gently pulled me into his chest, letting my head rest on his shoulder.

He held me there, and slowly, he began to move again.

I lost count of how many times it happened.

My body gave in to him again and again until I could barely keep my eyes open.

The last of my energy seeped from me, but he kept going.

The chamber echoed with my cries, moans, and his groans.

I had no idea how much time had passed.

But it was well past midnight, and his skin was slick with sweat from the effort.

“Aaaarrghh,”

he groaned, his mouth near my ear, the heat of his breath making me shudder.

I was barely holding on.

My body ached, and my knees had gone numb.

I whimpered as my lower abdomen trembled, too overwhelmed to even moan properly anymore.

Then suddenly, he lay me back on the bed and sat before me.

I finally stretched my legs, and a sharp ache shot through my knees, making me cry out.

He was holding himself in front of me, having just pulled out.

“Aahhhhh, Rudra,”

I breathed, my voice shaky and my body trembling.

I was beyond exhausted.

But he… he wasn’t even close to done.

I reached out, wrapping my fingers around his manhood, slowly stroking him, feeling the heat and hardness of him under my palm.

His lips parted, a deep groan spilling out, sweat gathering at his temples and trickling down his forehead.

But then he moved my hand away, and without a word, he started working himself, his breathing ragged.

I watched, entranced, as his chest rose and fell with urgency.

His veins stood out on his arms, his biceps, the sharp cut of his v-line, his thighs… every inch of him was taut with need.

He was moving fast, lost in the madness.

I bit down on my lower lip, dazed by his sheer intensity and how wild he looked.

“Aaaaahhhhh… ohhhh myyyy goo…”

He groaned, his brows narrowing with tension, and placed one hand on my midriff.

“Arrrrghhhhh, goodness,”

he gasped, voice wrecked with need.

His hand moved over himself—fast, wild—and only grew faster, more desperate.

He looked out of breath, and his entire body began to tremble.

His skin flushed, deep red, climbing from his chest to his cheeks, every muscle straining.

He threw his head back.

“Aaaarrrrgggghhhh,”

groaned and kept stroking himself.

The sound tore through the air, and just hearing it sent a powerful shiver down my spine.

Then suddenly, a drop glistened at the tip of his length.

His hand tightened around himself, coaxing it out with one deep stroke.

“Aaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhhh….”

His release came in heavy waves, and his skin turned an even deeper shade of red.

Still stroking, he leaned forward, closer to my belly.

And I gasped as the warm, thick fluid touched my skin, leaking through him, spreading heat across my stomach.

“Aaaaarrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhh,”

He groaned again, still moving his hand.

More spilt out, and I bit my lower lip, eyes wide, watching my husband come undone for me, on me.

A strange, beautiful mix of timidity and happiness bloomed in my chest.

Finally, he stilled, his breath ragged.

He panted, his wild exhale echoing around the chamber.

After a moment, he looked up at me.

His chest still heaving, but his eyes softened, and a faint smile curved his lips.

“Stay here,”

he whispered and stepped off the bed, picking up his discarded, damp lower garment.

He returned to clean my belly, which made me smile.

“You look so hot,”

I murmured in a low voice.

He leaned in and kissed my midriff.

“I’ll be back,”

he said, and disappeared into the dressing room.

A wide smile stayed on my lips.

I sat up and reached for the comforter to cover myself.

But the moment I moved, pain shot through every inch of my body.

“Ahhhh,”

I hissed, trying to breathe through it.

My body was screaming in soreness, but I reminded myself it was the least expected from him.

Still, I pushed through and slid my feet to the floor, attempting to stand and reach for my nightgown.

The moment my weight settled into my legs, another jolt of pain surged through me, from my knees to my lower abdomen, like a shockwave through every joint.

It almost felt like he was still inside me.

“Aaahhhhhhh…”

A soft moan slipped from my lips, and I smiled.

No pleasure comes without great pain.

“What are you doing?”

His voice boomed in the silent chamber, startling me, and I turned to see him walking toward me, now wearing fresh black lowers.

“I need my nightgown,”

I said softly.

He smiled and retrieved it from the couch.

Walking back to me, he handed it over and sat down on the bed.

I slid my arms into the nightgown and tied it gently around myself, sinking back onto the bed.

He pulled me close the moment I sat, guiding me down to lie beside him.

He buried his face in my neck, and I felt myself slipping into sleep without resistance.

“I love you,”

he murmured huskily, and I drifted off.

***

Hardly any time had passed since we’d fallen asleep when a loud knock on the door startled me awake.

I blinked slowly, my eyelashes fluttering as I stirred.

My hand reached out to gently pat his shoulder. “Rudra,”

I whispered softly.

“Bhaisa,”

came a familiar voice from the other side of the door. Ranvijay.

My brows drew together.

“Rudra, wake up… Ranvijay is here,”

He stirred, his lashes lifting as he looked at me.

Inhaling a deep breath, he blinked again, more alert now.

“Bhaisa,”

Ranvijay called again, a hint of alarm in his voice.

He sat up straight.

“Ranvijay,”

he murmured, stepping out of bed.

Walking to the door, he opened it, and I could hear the muffled sound of their voices.

“It’s an emergency, Bhaisa,”

Ranvijay said urgently.

“What is it?”

Rudra asked.

Ranvijay replied in a quiet voice, too low for me to hear.

Then Rudra turned and came back to me.

Leaning down, he pressed a warm kiss to my forehead.

“I’ll be back in some time,”

he whispered.

He reached for his kurta from the couch, pulled it on, and walked out, closing the door softly behind him.

I sat there in the stillness, glancing around.

It was still early in the morning.