Ace Of Minds: The Game Played By Mind

Chapter 3- Aayushmaan is tired from pleasuring Ruhanika

Ruhanika's POV

A shriek escaped me when I felt his mouth against my neck. His hot breath fanned my neck and woke up the goosebumps all over my body.

"What... are... are you doing?" I asked, breathless from his assault on my neck.

I placed my palm against his hard shoulder and tried to push him away, but he, being a powerful king, didn't move an inch.

You should eat more, Ruhanika. You need to gain a lot of strength to fight against this pishach jii.

(Pishach can shapeshift, become invisible, and feed on human energy.)

My god. Is he really a pishach?

He's going to bite my neck and drink my blood. I'm already so thin that the wind could blow me away, and if he drains me, how will I survive?

"Leave m... Ahhhhhhh!" I moaned and hissed in pain as I felt his teeth on my skin.

I'm sure he's marking me with his bite.

My hands, which had been pushing him away, now pulled him closer as he licked the wound he made. The pleasure I felt from just his one action.

The heat of his body pressing against mine cold body was too intoxicating for me. I could feel my body being pressed against a pile of fire. His minty scent mixed with smoky scent filled my nostrils as I took in a sharp breath. 

"Ahhhhhh."

A moan slipped free through my lips as his hot, long tongue licked my sensitive skin. After kissing my neck, he moved down to my collarbone and chest, just above my breast, continuing to suck my skin. I'm sure there will be marks.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH" I shouted in agony when I felt his sharp bite on my chest.

In anger, I fist my palm and hit him hard, with everything in me on his shoulder.

He took a sharp breath and looked up, allowing me to see his oceanic orbs which had turned completely black with desire in them.

Our orbs danced together as his hands came close to my face. The pad of his finger traced my face and I swear my heart dropped, thudding heavily in the pit of my stomach as he said out in his raspy voice.

"You are so beautiful and so is your sound when you are moaning, hissing, and shouting beneath me, for me, My Ardhangini." A smirk curled up his lips.

My hands on their very own record slid down from his shoulder to his waist when he did something unexpected.

"Scratch me." He guided my hands to his broad back, and that's when I realized he was shirtless.

My god, why is he undressed?

"We shouldn't do this," I shuddered.

This make-out session won't bring us any good.

"Why not?" he drew a breath as his eyes scanned my face. My heart pumps widely against my chest as I gaze at his orbs.

"We should stop," I rasped, my voice barely coming out.

Heat spread through my body, and wetness pooled at my core. I knew what was happening to my body. I wasn't new to a woman's pleasure and desire. I very well know what this means.

I wanted to shout at him to just stop and move away from me as I didn't think this was any of a good idea.

He isn't supposed to do this.

He isn't supposed to touch me without my permission.

He said won't do such things.

Then why is he over me and kissing all over me and acting like his life depends on me? Isn't he realizing that this is hurting me?