His sukoon : His junoon

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Isha had never in her life imagined herself being in this position, nor had she ever thought of reciprocating such feelings. She had always been emotionally reserved, struggling to voice her concerns. Speaking in front of Rudransh felt like an even bigger challenge. He had an aura that demanded silence, yet his actions towards her made her want to melt into him and be his, just like he always said.

Seeing his dark eyes, clenched muscles, and a body shivering with what seemed like anger and restraint didn't scare her. Instead, it made her feel guilty. Guilty for making him feel this way. He had been loyal to her, and she had never seen him even glance at another woman, let alone speak to one.

He was always so vocal about his feelings, and she constantly turned down his advances. But what could she do? She could only look down and let him do whatever he wanted. She was shy, unable to handle the intensity of the emotions he showered upon her. Nervous and unsure, she didn't know how to express her feelings.

She slid her hand from his naked shoulder to the back of his neck, her fingers slowly moving into his hair. Leaning down, she hugged him, burying her face into the warm crook of his neck. His breath hitched and quickened.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, snuggling closer to him. "I didn't know you were there. It was so sudden, I couldn't stop him in time."

Rudransh's eyes widened slightly, his body freezing in place.

"I'm sorry for making you feel like this."

She pulled back from the hug, lifting her face to meet his gaze. One of her palms rested against his cheek as her guilty eyes searched his. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but this time it wasn't from shyness. It was because of the feelings stirring within her for him.

"I'm sorry," she whispered again. She leaned forward, pressing her lips softly against his. "I'm sorry," she murmured against his lips, staying like that for a moment, gently pressing her lips to his over and over. "Sorry, Rudra."

It was as though her words broke a spell. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, one hand moving to the back of her head as he kissed her fiercely, madly.

This was the first time she had initiated a kiss, the first time she called him "Rudra" without hesitation, nervousness, or fear.

His lips moved fervently against hers, pressing her back against the wall of the pool. His body pinned her completely, and he kissed her wildly. She moved her lips with his as much as she could, and it drove him insane. She was driving him insane.

His hand slid under her shirt, gripping her waist tightly, and a soft moan escaped her lips. A growl rumbled from his chest as he bit her lips, his tongue invading her mouth. His hands moved freely over her bare waist, her shirt riding up above her stomach.

He held her head firmly, pressing his body closer to hers. "Fuck," he groaned when her fingers tangled into his hair.

He broke away from her lips, leaving her gasping for air, but didn't waste a moment as he kissed down her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. His hands worked quickly, pulling her shirt off and discarding it. Without hesitation, he pressed her half-naked body to his, relishing the closeness for the first time.

A low growl escaped him as he passionately and possessively kissed her neck and cleavage.

Isha felt breathless, as though the oxygen was being knocked out of her lungs. She could feel the heat of his burning body against hers in the cold water. Her eyes squeezed shut, her grip on his hair tightening as she let out a soft moan. She shivered in pleasure when he bit down on the sensitive skin near the mole between her neck and shoulder.