ENIGMA

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As Ruhani’s body started to lose its tension, her breathing became slower and more measured. Advik could feel her gradually surrendering, the resistance she had held onto for so long, finally beginning to fade. He watched her closely, reading every subtle shift in her expression, knowing this was the moment to take control.

Without a word, Advik gently placed his hand on her thigh, his touch firm but careful, and began to part her legs. Ruhani stirred, her eyes fluttering open in confusion as she instinctively tried to close them.

“Shh, relax,” Advik whispered, his voice soothing but laced with authority. “Don’t fight me. Just trust me.”

She hesitated, her legs trembling slightly as he positioned himself between them, his body moving with purpose. He shifted into a position that subtly but firmly locked her legs in place, making sure they couldn’t move or close. The weight of his body pinned her down, but it wasn’t aggressive—it was commanding, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation of his hands on her skin, her breathing shallow but gradually steadying under his control. The panic in her chest began to loosen its grip, and slowly, her body started to respond, no longer fighting him.

As Ruhani’s body softened under his touch, Advik’s eyes never left her face. The way she gasped, the slight quiver in her breath—it all fueled his need to maintain control. He could sense her resistance beginning to crumble, but he knew he had to guide her, step by step, through her fear.

“Relax, love,” he whispered, his voice firm yet smooth, as his fingers circled her pleasure point with deliberate, controlled precision. Each movement was designed to overwhelm her senses, to drown out any lingering anxiety.

Ruhani’s eyes fluttered shut, her breath catching in her throat as her body responded involuntarily to his touch. Despite the fear still hovering at the edges of her mind, her body betrayed her, melting under his careful ministrations.

“That’s better,” Advik murmured, his voice a deep hum that seemed to resonate through her. “I want you to focus on me. On what I’m doing. Nothing else.”

His fingers moved with a calculated rhythm, slow yet unyielding, teasing but never relenting. He watched as she began to give in to the sensations, her breath growing more shallow, her body arching slightly toward him, seeking more.

“You feel that?” he asked, his voice a low growl as he leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear. “That’s what happens when you stop fighting me. When you trust me.”

Ruhani moaned softly in response, her body responding to him without hesitation now. The tension she had been holding onto so tightly was slipping away, replaced by a heat that pulsed through her with every careful movement of his hand.

“You deserve to feel this good,” Advik continued, his tone firm, almost commanding. “But only if you listen. Only if you let go of that fear.”

Her breathing became more erratic, her body arching further toward him as the pleasure intensified. She was losing herself, surrendering completely to the warmth and power of his touch. But just as she began to teeter on the edge of release, he shifted.

Without warning, Advik pressed his finger inside her. The sudden, forceful intrusion sent a jolt through Ruhani’s body, and she cried out, her eyes snapping open in shock.

“Adi please, stop, please!” she gasped, her voice trembling.

He didn’t waver. His gaze remained locked on hers, dark and intense. “Shh,” he whispered, his tone dripping with dominance as he pushed deeper, locking her body in place with his other hand. “You’re fine. Stay still. I’m not stopping now.”