Mohana failed to grasp the reality wondering if her mind was playing a sort of deceitful scheme on her. Surely she must be out of her mind if she was imagining him there as it was highly improbable for him to be there,
On top of her.
Heat pooled in her stomach as she unconsciously brought her thighs closer, clenching them slightly. Their position was compromising to say the least and she should not have been enticed by the feral man on top of her but her treacherous body had a mind of its own.
Rudra felt her tense underneath him and satisfaction coursed through him. He felt content knowing she was affected by him maybe not as much as he was by her but he would work his way up. His eyes travelled down from her stunned innocent eyes to her parted plump lips as she released a shaky breath. God she was such an innocent temptress. Rudra once again applauded his self control which was hanging on by a single thread as he wanted to devour her like she was his only meal. His hands on either side of her head folded into fists as he gripped the sheets. He was so tempted to run his hands over her ravishing body and worship her like the goddess she was but he knew better than to act on his impulses.
It was too soon.
He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her before he had his way with his little seductress.
Mohana's chest heaved from her unsteady breaths. The temperature seemed to spike all of a sudden as she started to feel hot from their proximity. His eyes trailed down from her face to her body setting her body ablaze with desire. Mohana shut her eyes close, wanting to gather her chaotic thoughts.
It was wrong.
It was inappropriate.
Then why the hell was she so bothered by him? Why was she not pushing him away? He was her potential brother-in-law for the love of god.
Brother-in-law
The word left a distasteful feeling in her mouth without even vocalizing it but it was the word that made her come to her senses. Her hands slowly come up on his chest as she tried to push him away and grit out,
"What are you doing here?"
"I wonder why, princess. You were supposed to come to me but when you didn't, I decided to do it myself", A dark look crossed his eyes as he grunted out.
Mohana scoffed,
"Are you insane?"
"I am"
For you
The unsaid words, although unspoken were fairly known between the couple.
Mohana stared at up him disbelief as she asked,
"Why? Why are you doing this? Why are you here? What do you want from me?"
"I want you"
Mohana's breath hitched in her throat. Her hands slacked against his chest. Her mind couldn't process the three words that she had heard. In that moment Mohana wondered if he was jesting with her but one look at his determined, intense, dark eyes and she knew he was dead serious.
The silence was thick as it wrapped around them.
"You do not have the luxury to do that", Mohana said trying to sound firm as she pushed hard against him to shove him off but she was dealing with an impossibly hard force.
His eyes grew furious as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as he all but growled in rage,
"Who has that luxury then? Is it that boy from this morning? Careful how you answer that, princess. Even the devil himself will cower from my wrath if you say yes"
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The Fire In Her Eyes
Historical FictionSet in the early 1400s is the tale of Princess Mohana. Mohana was the youngest daughter of King Amish and Queen Megha, the rulers of the small kingdom of Kranthi. Mohana was quite different from the females of her time. In an era where women enjoyed...