HUKUMAT : WAR FOR THRONES

Who is she !?

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Rihaan kissed Manvika's lips, softly waking her up in the middle of the night. She groaned softly, clearly exhausted, trying to push him away as her body still ached from the night's intensity.

The darkness of the room was comforting, the quiet night wrapping around them, broken only by the occasional whisper of wind against the windows. Manvika barely stirred as Rihaan's lips brushed over hers again, this time lingering a bit longer, teasing her awake. Her body felt heavy, worn out from their hours of passion, and she groaned, her voice hoarse and sleep-laden.

"Rihaan," she whispered, her voice trailing off as she shifted beneath the covers, trying to distance herself from his warm body. Every muscle in her ached, a dull soreness reminding her of the night they had shared-intense, overpowering, and relentless. "Please, not now," she murmured, her hand coming up weakly to rest against his chest, attempting to push him away, though without much effort.

She was too tired, too drained to put up any real resistance. She could still feel the traces of his fingers against her skin, his hands having gripped her tightly, marking her with evidence of their wild love. Her lips felt swollen from the endless kisses, and even the slightest touch sent a jolt of soreness through her body.

But Rihaan didn't seem to mind. His deep, rumbling chuckle vibrated through his chest as he gently captured her wrist in his large hand, pinning it above her head. "But I want more," he whispered against her lips, his voice low and seductive, sending shivers down her spine despite her exhaustion. His breath was warm against her skin, his lips tantalizingly close to hers again.

Manvika winced slightly as his teeth grazed her already sensitive lower lip, biting down just enough to make her gasp. She whimpered softly, trying to squirm out of his grasp, but Rihaan's grip was firm, his body pressed against hers in a way that made it impossible for her to escape.

"Hukum sa," she whimpered again, calling him by the title that always softened his gaze. But tonight, it did nothing to deter him. Her voice was weak, her breath shallow as she pleaded, "It's hurting... I'm too tired."

His lips curved into a smile against her neck, his breath tickling her skin as he murmured, "Shh, I'll be gentle this time." There was a tenderness in his voice, a soft promise laced with affection, but the hunger in his eyes remained.

Rihaan's lips trailed from her mouth down to her collarbone, planting feather-light kisses along her sensitive skin. He held her wrists above her head with one hand, his other trailing down her side, sending little sparks of heat wherever he touched. Manvika trembled beneath him, her body betraying her exhaustion as warmth pooled low in her belly.

He kissed her slowly, deeply, this time taking his time as if savoring the moment, the taste of her lips, the softness of her skin. She moaned softly into his mouth, her body relaxing against his despite her fatigue, unable to resist him.

For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, caught in a slow, heated rhythm that left her breathless. She tried to move, to protest once more, but Rihaan's lips silenced her, his hand tightening slightly around her wrists.

Her legs ached, her body was tender from their previous encounters, and yet here they were again, lost in each other. The seventh time tonight, and each time more intense than the last. She felt like she was drowning in him, in his touch, in the way he made her feel completely his.