What happens when betrayal mars innocent hearts in love?
What happens when innocence is destroyed and a monster is created?
What happens when judgement is ruled by the burning feeling of retribution?
This is a Quartet (4 part book) and this one bein...
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"Ishani! Please stop," Rudra moaned as her lips started to go lower.
But instead of listening to him, she kept going and he couldn't do anything to stop her. His body reacted fiercely every time her hot mouth and tongue came in contact with his skin. Just as her lips slipped to his taut stomach, he meshed his fingers into her hair.
"Please stop, baby," he pleaded hoarsely.
"Why?" he heard her ask looking at him.
He swallowed hard looking at her lustful eyes. The insatiable hunger in them was becoming too hard to resist. The things he was feeling now are not the things he is supposed to feel after what had happened.
Well, for you, whatever you did wasn't normal either.
He closed his eyes and instantly felt her straddling him. As she buried her face in his throat and hugged him, he body stiffened. He was not accustomed to this kind of intimacy; as a matter of fact, he wasn't accustomed to any kind of intimacy from the opposite sex. He was more of a fuck and go guy so this was supposed to make him severely uncomfortable and yes superbly angry.
However, he was feeling nothing of that sort; rather he wanted to stay like this.
"Did I hurt you?" he heard her ask softly.
He opened his eyes and made her look at him.
"Hurt me?" he asked in confusion.
"The scars," she softly replied.
Ishani looked at him with a scared expression not knowing what she should do to make him comfortable. She had felt his body become rigid the moment she had hugged him.
Was he regretting what happened between them?
There was something in her eyes that told him that she was afraid to utter a single word let alone move. Primitive and protective instincts flooded in and he unconsciously circled his arm around her.
"You did not hurt me," he said and instantly saw her relax but still there was a certain bit of hesitation in her.
Rudra looked at her questioningly but she just shook her head. But he knew something was wrong.
Flipping them, he circled his arms around her body and pulled her closer.
"Tell me what's wrong," he pressed on.
"Nothing."
"I know something is wrong. Tell me now."
Ishani looked away from him and then asked sheepishly, "Are you regretting all this?"
Regret!
The word shot through him as if she had read the thoughts crossing his mind some time back. Although his inner voice was pestering him to let go of her and leave, he hadn't still obliged and one of the biggest reason was an innate instinct that had taken hold of his sanity and beckoned him to stay.
Rudraveer Sangawat never explained anything to anyone but this woman lying in his arms, right now staring at him expectantly deserved an answer from him.
Deserved an answer?
Where did that come from?
He was about to jerk away from her but somehow controlled himself.
Tell her the truth.
"I am not regretting a single moment of it," he said rolling a strand of her hair between his fingers.
The smile that spread on her face was like thousand light bulbs crackling to life all at once. Instantly he hardened and then constricted remembering the latex still sticking to his skin.
"I need to clean up," he said and let her go.
She watched him as he got up from the bed and disappeared inside the washroom. Suddenly without the warmth of his body, she felt empty and cold. Pulling the covers, she tugged it around her body and turned away from the washroom. Somehow she still felt a little shy facing him after everything that had happened between them.
As she closed her eyes her brain conjured images of him on her in every possible position they had been. The tingling sensation started to build inside the moment she remembered the way his hands had caressed every inch of her body. Even though her folds were tender from his feverish thrusts, still she became wet as his cries of pleasure echoed in her ears.
She wanted him; wanted him again inside her body. There was nothing that could be more pleasurable than watching someone like him losing all sense just as she touched him.
Ishani buried her heated face in the pillow and tried to think something mundane to take her mind off all this.
But the next second the bed dipped and she felt his hand snaking beneath the covers and caressing the side of her hips.
"Rudra!" she moaned and it was invitation enough for him to roll her over.
As his body adjusted on hers and she wrapped her legs around his waist, he lowered his lips once again to her already swollen ones.
The thing that started as a soft caress progressed to touches, which would make passion fail a million times. The heated intensity slowly carried over to their bodies, which were burning like hot furnaces ready to catch fire.
"Rudra, I need you," she said as her body arched with pleasure, his fingers mercilessly pushing in and out of her heated core.
"So fucking wet," he said with a growl as her body convulsed with passionate intensity.
"God, baby, so responsive," he said again as her whole body shuddered under him when he flicked the tip of his tongue on her nipple.
"Rudra, please."
"You want me inside baby?" he asked just lowering himself enough to touch her wet entrance with the tip of his erect shaft.
"Yes, please."
"Open your eyes sweetheart. I want you to look at your eyes when I enter you."
She looked at him and instantly he drove himself fully inside her with one plunge. Her pupils dilated as the pleasure shot through her and his need to make her reach her peak once again took hold of him. He started to thrust harder than before, faster than before and felt her moan wildly and writhe crazily beneath him.
"Look at me."
She looked and he withdrew totally and then plunged inside with full force.
"Now come for me."
Instantly, Ishani's whole being shook with uncontrollable pleasure as the waves took over her body.
As she reached her climax, her eyes disintegrated into myriad shades of brilliant colours making him impossible to move his gaze away. Her inner muscles clenched and he gave himself up to the sensation of losing himself into the abyss called Ishani.
