Rakshash Aur Rajkumari (The Devil And The Princess) 🔞✔

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Their tongues intertwined in a wild dance, their saliva mingling in the heat of the moment, some escaping their mouths in a heated exchange. Beads of sweat formed on their necks and foreheads as they surrendered to the intense passion between them.

Ambika felt herself melting under his touch, her cheeks flushing with a deep blush as she struggled to keep up with his fervor. His nibbles and soft bites on her tongue sent shivers down her spine, each sensation electrifying her senses.

He would then suck on her saliva with a hunger that seemed insatiable, as if seeking sustenance from the essence of their shared passion.

As her eyes fluttered open, she beheld him dangerously consuming her, resembling a prowling tiger in his intensity. His mouth agape, his eyes dark and piercing, his brows furrowed in a primal hunger.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt as though he aimed to drain the very life from her.

"Hngh!"

Occasionally, he would tug at her hair or relax his grip, alternating between locking eyes with her and closing his own in ecstatic abandon.

"Ahn!"

"Ahhh!"she moaned as her jaw started to ache from the intensity of their kiss, she felt the unpleasant sensation of saliva clinging to her face.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss with a popping sound, his gaze fixated on the trail of saliva running from her mouth, down her chin, and seeping into her clothes.

Without hesitation, he extended his tongue and began to sloppily lick the saliva from her chest to her neck, his movements rough and untamed.

"Ahhh" she moaned as she felt his thick warm tongue wildly licking all over her neck, chin and lips and then again inside her mouth.

The tongue of her treasured traitor kept pushing inside her mouth, he played with her tongue non stop, like he wanted to reach the deepest part of her mouth

"Ahh"

"Ugh"

Their moans reverberated in the room, blending together in a symphony of passion and longing. Ambika gradually surrendered herself to the kiss, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be consumed by the moment, by him.

Rudraksha's gaze softened as he looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and curiosity. He wanted to commit every detail of her face to memory, to capture the essence of her reaction as he explored her, as he made her feel alive.

Ambika's hands trembled as she tried to push him away, her mind racing with the realization of the impending regret that would follow this moment of passion. She knew deep down that he would return to his cold and indifferent self once the heat of the moment faded away.

But as she began to pull away, she found herself clinging to him, his lips refusing to release her as if trying to savor every last drop of this forbidden pleasure. She knew this was a fleeting moment, one that she might never experience again.

His breath grew ragged, matching the fervor of their embrace, and in a sudden burst of urgency, he threw her onto the bed without breaking their kiss. He hovered over her, his eyes burning with desire, as they surrendered to the intoxicating passion that consumed them both.

As the kiss continued, Ambika felt herself becoming breathless, lost in the intoxicating sensation of their entwined lips. It seemed as though the kiss would never end, as if time itself had slowed down to accommodate their desire.

Summoning the last of her strength, she pushed her lips against his with newfound determination, seeking to match the intensity of his tongue with her own. Surprisingly, she felt his powerful aura soften, his grip on her body loosening slightly as if he, too, was caught in the whirlwind of their passion.