Royal Secrets (Shhhh)

Chapter 29 ~ Struggling Souls ~

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Dhara's fingers clenched tightly on the pillow, her breath escalating with each passing second. Lips pressed together to stifle the impending moan, encouraging Samar to delve even further.

Outside, clouds burst with thunderstorms, intensifying the steaminess in the dark room.

His long, firm, thick length moved more rapidly over her clothes. Only he comprehended the thoughts racing through his mind and the vivid imaginations of that heated moment.

Dhara sensed the intensity, a sensation she couldn't quite fathom. Wetness between her thighs and a hint of pain mingled with immense pleasure.

Her innocent heart grappled with the paradox of feeling pleasure and pain simultaneously.

His hands pressed beside her, lips moving passionately from jawline to neckline, trailing down to her shoulders, and eventually reaching her rosy lips.

Dhara struggled to match his intensity, but thus far, she had been unable to surpass him. His passionate kissing prowess seemed to be a talent unique to him alone.

Taking her lower lip, she reciprocated by capturing his upper lip, both engaged in a subtle power play, attempting to assert dominance and communicate their passion. A sharp gasp escaped Dhara as Samar, with a hint of roughness, bit down on her lower lip and drew it into his mouth.

In the exchange of exploratory kisses, they sought to convey emotions that words sometimes fell short of expressing. Dhara's delicate fingers gradually released their grip on the pillow and ventured into Samar's soft hair, gently brushing through the strands.

Despite Dhara's attempts to win the kissing competition and her passionate feelings for him, she eventually admitted defeat, realizing that their roles couldn't be swapped. She couldn't be dominant, he would always be the one in control and forever be the dominant force and she would always be his submissive.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Dhara turned her head away, unable to bear it any longer. Samar groaned disapprovingly, disliking the disrespectful behavior. Regardless of his feelings for her, he insisted on having things his way with disciplined precision.

Dhara, struggling to catch her breath, was quickly seized by Samar, who tightly held her chin and forcefully resumed their passionate kiss. Drained and in need of space as he refused to give her a moment.

Aware that he might be displeased, she finally mustered the strength to break the kiss, pleading, "Hukum, please." With heavy breaths, she looked at him with pleading eyes.

With a displeased groan, Samar withdrew from her and lay beside her, both breathing heavily. Dhara felt a sense of relief as the weight lifted, her tense muscles gradually easing.

Despite the respite, her breath remained rapid, refusing to return to normal.

Samar, turned towards her, caressed her cheeks with the back of his palm and uttered in a husky, cold tone, warned, "Next time, don't try to compete with me; you'll lose again."

His eyes remained devoid of expression as he observed her struggling to regain normal breathing, fingers tightly clenched around the bedsheet.

His gaze shifted to the rise and fall of her chest, a triumphant smirk forming on his lips upon noticing the traces of their passionate encounter-a dark red artwork on her fair skin resembling a masterpiece on a blank white canvas.

After some moments, as she gradually returned to normal, she opened her eyes, her face glistening with sweat, a sign of exhaustion. Feeling her dry throat, she swallowed, her tongue moving over parched lips, and her fingers loosened their grip on the bedsheet.