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"Shhh It's me, Love!"
Surprised and caught off guard, Isha exclaimed, "Rudra ji, why would you do that?" His response was a simple yet heartfelt, "To stay close to you." He placed the coffee mug on the side table and took control of the moment.
Gripping Isha's wrists in one hand, Rudra pinned them above her head, leaving her at his mercy. The room, filled with an air of playfulness, became a canvas for a moment of shared intimacy.
"R-Rudra ji, we need to leave for the temple, we will get late. Leave me, na!" she pleaded, her voice soft and imploring. Despite her protests, Rudra continued to draw closer with each passing second.
As their faces were just inches away, Isha began, "R-R-Rudra ji-"
"Shhh! No more words, sweetheart! I see you have been trying to run away from me since morning, hmm?" Rudra's tone was stern, firm, and dominant, and Isha lowered her eyes, feeling the impact of his commanding presence.
"Eyes on me, Love!" Rudra commanded, but Isha, lacking the courage to meet his gaze, kept avoiding eye contact. Sensing her hesitation, Rudra's tone turned more demanding, "You know I hate to repeat, Isha."
Hearing the firm and commanding tone, Isha felt a shiver of fear and slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. Rudra continued, "Now, since you did a mistake, you deserve a punishment, right?"
"N-no, Rudra ji, sorry. I was just busy with some work" Isha stammered, attempting to explain herself.
"Oh, so now your so-called work is more important than your husband, huh?!" Rudra stated in his deep and strict tone, a hint of amusement playing in his eyes as he enjoyed Isha's scared expression.
"N-No, you have always been and will always be my the first priority...Sorry," she fumbled, her apology filled with a mix of sincerity and nervousness.
"Now No sorry Baby!" With that he smashed his lips against hers. Her back was pushed with a thud as he molded his lips against hers, tasting her sugary lip gloss. He let out a smothered groan and lapped on her lips to have more. She tried to move her face away, he tightened his hold on her face and angled his own to get a better access.
She placed her small hands on his chest and started hitting him but that only filled him with wild rush. He liked her hands on his chest, his arms on her waist, and he fucking loved her soft lips inside his.
Her fuckable lips.
He groaned as she whimpered. After smearing her lip gloss on his own, he pinched her waist, prompting her to open her moth and slid his tongue inside her.
"No" she wanted to say but the word never made it out of her mouth. His hungry hands slid down and crept inside her clothes. Her eyes grew wider as she tried to pry his hands off her bare stomach. He flattened his palms around the dip of her waist and squeezed it lightly, earning a grasp from her. His kiss was rough, passionate and fucking so wild.
