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He looked at me, stunned by my determination as I skimmed his lower cotton cloth away.

My sight fell on his strong bulge, and I gulped, lifting my gaze from there to his eyes to see if there was any sign of offence.

But he spat in his hand, lubing himself to make it easy for me.

My heartbeat quickened as I slowly pulled my skirt up and walked toward him.

“Are you sure, little bird?”

I nodded.

“I want to remember this.

I want to feel like yours.

Even if just for now,”

“Yes, I want to feel you for a week, or at least until you come back and make me feel you again,”

I said boldly.

He smirked slightly, his hand slipping around my waist to guide me to him.

“Careful what you ask for, little wife,”

he said, while I settled myself on his thighs, parting my legs.

My feet barely touched the ground as I straddled him, his warmth surrounding me.

His touch was reverent, his eyes searching mine again.

“It’ll still hurt,”

Inhaled deeply, touching his face.

“This pain...

I can take it.

Because it’s from you,”

He cupped my cheek and leaned in.

“And what if I can’t control myself this time?”

His words made my insides churn.

Drawing a deep breath, I moved over his shaft, stroking it with my motions.

“Then don’t.

Just do me as you like,”

I whispered.

His lips met mine again, firmly pulling my hips against his.

And I gasped in his mouth as I felt his shaft touching my core.

I held it, trying to push myself against it.

He held my hips, hoisting me up slightly, and made me move against him, which made him enter me.

My head inclined back as I felt a sharp, rough pain shoot through my body.

“Aaahhhhhh,”

a cry slipped off my lips.

He bounced me up and down, pushing my limits, and tears filled my eyes.

My mouth parted, brows knitted together, and lashes fluttered senselessly as delicious torment waved throughout my body.

He looked into my tearful eyes and smirked lightly.

“Awww, my strong bird,”

He held my wrist and moved my palm from his shaft to his shoulder to wound my arms around him.

I lost all my strength.

And the moment I wrapped my hands around his shoulder, he grabbed my waist firmly and rested his back against the backrest.

And I went crazy when he began grinding under me, locking his gaze with mine, catching onto the rhythm.

My mouth hung open as the sensations had me shivering with his every move.

With each slam, it felt like he was pushing my limits, farther and farther.

I felt him tearing me apart in countless ways, yet his need was endless.

“Aaahhhh, Rudra,”

I whimpered, my head falling back helplessly.

He crushed me against him, driving into the deepest, most sensitive parts of me, touching my soul, sending wild shivers across my body.

“Hnnn-hnnn,”

he groaned low in his throat, grinding his hips slowly at first, his movements both tender and demanding.

His pace was cautious, slow, holding back, watching me.

But when my whimpers melted into soft, needy moans, his rhythm shifted, growing stronger, deeper.

And with every movement, pleasure began to build fiercely within me.

“Aaahhhhhhh,”

My moans turned breathless.

Without warning, he lifted me up and set me atop the dressing table, my heart pounding against my ribs.

The cold touch of the mirror behind me sent a shiver racing up my spine.

I looked at him, breathless, as my hands slipped down from his shoulders.

His gaze locked with mine, burning with hunger, and he parted my legs wider, pushing himself into me again.

My head rolled back, my hair brushing the glass.

“Aaahh…”

A broken cry escaped as he started moving, slow, deliberate strokes that soon found a faster, more desperate rhythm, making me lose my sanity.

The room filled with the sound of our mingling breaths, the tinkling of my bangles and anklets echoing in the small space.

His arms circled my waist, pulling me closer as if he could not bear any distance between us.

His urgency, his overwhelming need, mirrored mine.

His hand pressed against the mirror behind me strongly for balance as he moved faster and rougher, making the entire table tremble beneath us.

“Hnnnnngh,”

he groaned, deep and raw against my ear, making me lose myself entirely.

My legs felt weak, my body strained toward him, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

The table shook with each thrust, and I teetered on the edge of my release, gasping for air, drowning in the waves he sent through me.

Hearing my cries, he attempted to slow down, but my body demanded otherwise as my lips shamelessly demanded, “Faster, Rudra,”

I whimpered, shameless, desperate.

He pulled back to look at me, and the fire in his eyes almost made me cry out again.

Moving his hand from the mirror to my neck, he cupped it gently, making me surrender completely.

His pace quickened with a fierce intensity, making me lose all my senses.

“Aaaahhhhh..”

My cries grew louder, wilder, the pressure inside me building tighter.

Sweat glistened on our skin, and I couldn’t feel my knees.

And it happened, the knot inside me broke free.

My body shuddered around him, and I clung to his shoulders, gasping against his skin.

Feeling my release, he slowed, letting me breathe, letting me find my way back.

I collapsed forward, resting my forehead on his shoulder, panting heavily.

Still holding me close, Rudra lifted me into his arms.

My hands curled around his neck as he carried me out of the dressing room.

Every step he took sent tremors through my oversensitised body.

He pushed open the door to the bedroom, and I leaned in, seeking his mouth, wanting to touch him.

Our lips met in a frantic, messy kiss of pure and aching need.

“I want you to remember,”

he said between kisses, “that I love you...

so damn much,”

“I know,”

I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

He kissed me again, harder this time.

“I’m telling you again, little bird, so you won’t ever doubt it,”

He dropped me softly onto the bed, and I lay back, breathless, my heart hammering in my chest as he climbed onto the mattress, his strong form looming over me.

I watched, half-dazed, as he undid the curtains around the bed, enclosing us in layers of soft fabric, our secret world, hidden from everything else.

My breath caught as he grabbed my thighs, pulling me closer to him.

He knelt between my legs, and his fingers moved to the strings of my lehenga.

“Careful...

it's precious to me,”

I whispered, signaling how roughly he was pulling at the strings of my lehenga, as if he might rip them apart.

His hands paused for a moment before he tugged the skirt down, setting it aside with surprising tenderness.

His fingers then found the strings of my in-skirt, and soon, that too slipped from my legs.

Grabbing my thighs, he pulled me closer, capturing both of my legs together against his chest.

My heart thundered wildly, and my cheeks burned when my feet brushed against the side of his cheek, making my breath hitch, and my eyes widened.

He pushed into me again, and my head fell back instantly.

“Aaahhhhh….”

I moaned, struggling to muffle my sounds.

My hands fisted the bedsheet tightly as he began thrusting into me, slow but purposeful.

The soft clinking of my anklets and bangles filled the air, the music of our union echoing around us.

My body instinctively moved with his, pleasure rising and twining with a faint edge of pain.

It was overwhelming, raw, and impossibly beautiful.

I tried to quiet my moans by pressing my hand over my mouth, but he caught my wrist and made me look at him.

I was trembling, moving helplessly against him, feeling my strength slowly drain.

He intertwined our fingers, caging me, possessing me.

His every thrust was slow torture, a beautiful, burning ache.

I cried out, turning my face to the side, biting my lower lip in a futile attempt to stay silent.

Then, suddenly, he released my hands and turned me onto my side.

His palm anchored my thigh, the other steadying my waist as he entered me again, and I almost broke.

The angle heightened the friction, the intensity, and within moments, I was spiralling toward release again.

His hand moved from my waist to the strings of my blouse, tugging at them urgently.

When he struggled to untie the stubborn knot, he gritted in frustration, and I gasped out, “No, ahhhh—don’t you dare tear it! Pleaseeee,”

my voice pleaded between moans.

He growled softly, but obeyed, slowing down enough to pull the strings free without tearing the fabric.

I closed my eyes, trying desperately to calm my racing heart, but he was relentless.

In one swift motion, he flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my hips, positioning me on all fours.

His hands gripped my waist as he adjusted himself, and when he pushed in again, a loud, broken moan ripped from my throat.

“Aaahhh….

Rudraaaa!”

My fingers clawed at the bedsheet.

“Yes, little wife,”

he said in a voice thick with desire.

He thrust into me slowly, his hands tight on my hips, savouring every inch of me.

“You’re so damn hot like this,”

he murmured, and I whimpered in response, “Aaaahh... reallyy…”

His hands roamed up my back, finding the clasp of my blouse at the nape of my neck.

With steady fingers, he undid it, letting it fall open.

I felt small under him, completely taken.

And I buried my face into the mattress, muffling my cries, as his fingers unbraided my hair while thrusting into me, letting it tumble free over my back and shoulders.

“Aaaaahhhhh…”

I moaned, the sensations overwhelming.

“Yes, little bird,”

he growled, pulling me back, so I was sitting in his lap, my back pressed against his chest, facing away from him.

I gasped, trembling violently, as I pushed the blouse off my shoulders, baring myself completely to him.

His hand cupped my neck from behind, guiding my head to the side so he could press his lips to the tender spot just below my ear while moving in me.

“Aahhhhhh…”

I shuddered under his touch as his other hand cupped my bosom.

“Want to try something new, bird?”

he whispered, his voice deep and husky.

A fierce tremor ran through me.

I could barely form words.

“Nehhhhwwww?”

I breathed out, my head falling back onto his shoulder.

His hand squeezed my breast gently, sending more shivers down my spine.

“Yesssss,”

he uttered against my ear, his breath hot.

“Are you ready, ?”

Hearing my name from his mouth in that sensual tone shattered whatever control I had left.

I nodded shakily. “Yehsss…”

He chuckled lowly, sucking the rim of my ear.

“Are you sure?”

he teased, his lips brushing my skin.

“Yes, Ranaji,”

I whispered, utterly undone.

His hand cradled my cheek, tilting my face to meet his burning gaze.

I stared at him, my lashes wet, lips trembling, hair messed wildly over me.

His eyes were heavy with emotion, with possession.

Then he inched closer and captured my lips in a deep, slow kiss as he guided me forward onto all fours again.

“Aahhh,”

a soft moan escaped me as he positioned himself above me the same way.

I gasped as the new angle made every sensation sharper, more intense.

I buried my face into the mattress, crying out uncontrollably as he thrust into me, his weight pressing me down.

“Aaaaahhhhh…”

My moans grew louder, desperate.

The pleasure was dizzying, blinding, and I shattered again, releasing.

“Very good,”

he murmured against my ear, his voice a low growl.

His weight pinned me beneath him, his hands firm on my arms, and I could barely move, barely think.

“Aahhh….

Rudraaaaa!”

I sobbed out, drowning in the pleasure and need.

He whispered sweet, dirty things into my ear that made me even wetter.

“Aaaahhh, yes, bird,”

he coaxed, moving against me with a powerful, steady rhythm.

Tears pricked at my eyes from the overwhelming sensations, from the completeness of it all.

His hands slid down my thighs, and he pulled my leg higher, parting them, adjusting me so he could sink even deeper.

I gasped, fisting the bedsheets so tightly that my knuckles ached, feeling torn between discomfort and unbearable pleasure.

“Aahhhhhh…”

I cried out again.

“How does this feel, love?”

he whispered into my ear, his voice a sinful caress.

“Like...

I belong to you...

and you belong to me,”

The words stumbled out, trembling, my breathing shaky and ragged.

“Tell me whenever you feel you can't take more,”

he murmured, and I nodded quickly, biting my lip.

“Yesssss...

Aaahhhhhhhhhh!”

He thrust faster, harder, and just when I felt myself tipping over the edge again, he suddenly pulled away.

My eyes flew open, shocked.

“Are you mad?!”

I yelled at him, breathless and furious.

He only smirked, that wicked glint in his eyes.

“Earn it, love,”

he said, lying back against the pillows with an infuriatingly calm expression.

I stared at him, stunned for a moment, and slowly, I bit my lower lip.

I inhaled a deep breath, straightened myself, and threw my hair back.

Climbing over him, I widened my legs to sit on his lower abdomen.

I sank onto him, taking it inside me, pressing my hands against his chest to balance myself.

“Ahhhhhhh,”

I gasped, trembling as friction, pain, and pleasure mixed within me.

He held my waist, helping me move against him.

“You are beautiful, ,”

he said, and I straightened my back, feeling my hair cascade behind me.

My hands slid over his thighs and stomach, keeping myself steady as I shamelessly rode him, chasing that burning high building inside me.

When the wave finally crashed, I shook senseless and collapsed, panting hard against his chest.

“Ahhhhh…” I moaned.

Suddenly, he turned me under him.

“Ahh, please… let me breathe for a moment,”

I begged, my chest heaving.

He pressed a loving kiss to my cheek and stilled, letting me catch my breath.

I could feel my legs trembling, my knees weak.

“We can stop if you're tired,”

he whispered.

I looked into his eyes, shaking my head.

“I want to get sick for a week,”

I said breathlessly, and he chuckled darkly at my words.

“Ohh, as you wish, my Ranisa,”

he teased.

“Yesss, do it, Ranaji,”

I smiled, and he kissed me deeply, slowly pushing into me again.

A shaky moan broke from my lips as I was swallowed by his kiss.

His hand fisted my hair, angling my head so my chin brushed his shoulder.

My legs clung weakly to his sides, and I had my arms wrapped around his back.

I felt a tear collect at the corner of my eye as he pushed himself completely into me for the first time.

My whole body quivered; my lower abdomen ached, and he groaned in my ear.

He began moving slowly inside me, deep and thorough, making me whimper, nails dragging down his back uncontrollably.

My hands fumbled lower, but couldn't reach the curve of his hips.

Every thrust sent shockwaves through my body, emptying my thoughts, drowning me in pure sensation.

His lips trailed over my ear, my jaw, my flushed cheek.

I was a mess.

Completely lost.

I had no idea how many thrusts, how many releases, how many waves of pleasure had broken over me by now.

Time had stopped.

My breath shook, my body trembled violently under him, my legs shivering, until my senses faded away.

My throat ran dry from moaning and crying for so long.

It felt like he was claiming every inch of me—every pore, every secret place.

It was beyond anything I could ever put into words.

He lifted his face to meet my eyes, and I looked up at his dishevelled hair falling over his forehead.

His lips looked chapped, and his cheeks flushed.

He looked the same: flushed, breathless, and feral, hair falling into his eyes.

He kissed me fiercely, dangerously, as his thrusts deepened, and I moaned into his mouth, tears spilling down my cheeks.

“Take it like the strong queen you are, ,”

he whispered, sending another fierce shiver down my spine.

He groaned, slamming into me even harder as I bit into his shoulder without thinking, desperate for some anchor.

I cried out, my hands moving blindly until he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.

His forehead pressed against mine, and our shaky breaths tangled together.

His movements turned frantic, deeper, harder.

My bangles snapped, broken pieces falling onto the bed, but he didn’t slow.

Tears ran freely down my cheeks now.

And he groaned wildly, pushing himself even further, driving me beyond the edge, and I shook violently underneath him, my eyes shut, feeling the pain.

I moaned helplessly.

And finally, I felt him release, spilling his warmth deep within me, continuing to move with slow, heavy thrusts until he gave me every last drop.

Panting, he collapsed, lying heavily over me, and buried his face against my cheek; his grip on my wrists slowly loosened.

I couldn’t move, yet my body trembled violently as I tried to straighten my legs, and a slow whimper escaped my lips.

He hushed me gently, slowly pulling out before rolling to the side.

He lay on his stomach beside me, closing his eyes in exhaustion, his face sweaty.

Blinking through the haze, I looked at him, feeling completely and utterly ruined but also beautiful and complete.

I watched him inhale a few deep breaths, and my brows furrowed as he drifted into sleep almost instantly.

“Rudra,”

I called softly, but he didn’t respond.

Smiling to myself, I straightened a little and immediately winced from the shivering pain shooting through my legs and body.

“Oh my God,”

I whispered, trying to calm myself down.

I turned, resting my face against his bare back, and snaked my arm around his waist.

Pulling the comforter up, I covered us both, not realising when I too slipped into sleep.

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