The Maharaja And I : Inspired by Bridgerton

A Momentary Mirage

She spun around slowly, her sari billowing out around her like a whirlwind of colors.

Suryadev found himself mesmerized by every move she made, his breath catching in anticipation of what might come next. She moved closer to him until they were almost touching, and then she began to dance for him alone.

Her fingers traced patterns in the air as she moved, and he couldn't help but reach out to capture one of them between his own.

He crossed the hall in long strides, the crowd parting before him. The dancer glanced back, kohl-lined eyes inviting. Suryadev's mouth went dry with anticipation.

Suryadev found himself mesmerized by every move she made, his breath catching in anticipation of what might come next.

She moved closer to him until they were almost touching, and then she began to dance for him alone. Her fingers traced patterns in the air as she moved, and he couldn't help but reach out to capture one of them between his own.

She smiled again and leaned closer, their bodies almost touching now. The music changed, becoming slower and more sensual.

He could smell the rosewater mixed with her sweat, the scent driving him wild. His gaze followed the sway of her hips as she undulated to the rhythm, her sari clinging to every curve.

As if reading his mind, the dancer's eyes met his, a teasing glint in them. She pulled away slightly before moving back in for another pass, this time brushing her body against his as she went by. It was all too much for him – the scent of jasmine in her hair, the heat emanating off her skin.

He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in this moment with her.

The dancer spun around slowly, her sari billowing out around her like a whirlwind of colors.

She playfully flicked her wrists, sending strands of fabric flying into the air around them in a hazy veil of gold and red and green.

He found himself lost in those hypnotic movements, unable to look away even for a moment as she arched her back and exposed a tantalizing glimpse of smooth skin above her cleavage line.

He grabbed her by her waist, and threw her on his golden bed, pouncing right above her as she moaned in pleasure and took him in.

Suryadev's emerald sherwani fell to the floor, revealing his muscular body glistening with sweat. He throbbed with desire, aching to be filled.

He wrapped himself around her, and inside her, letting out a low groan as he felt the tight heat of her virgin walls give way.

The maiden bit her lip, feeling every inch of him fill her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him with a passion that mirrored his own.

Their hips slapped together in rhythm, their bodies slick with sweat under the warm glow of the candlelight. The sheets beneath them felt damp and sticky as they moved together in a erotic dance.

Suryadev leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss which sent waves of electricity through her body. She clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin lightly as he held nothing back.

Their tongues tangled together in a primal display of lust as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.

The dancer threw her head back with a cry of pleasure, arching her back to meet his love more intensely than before.

As they reached their climax together, Devika's nails grew into claws that dug into Suryadev's skin as she surrendered.