Ch48Only for You, Raksh #5
Her smaller, soft hand slid perfectly around his broad, powerful wrist, her fingers tightening in a gentle but unyielding grip that completely stopped him from walking away.
Rudraksh froze, his back still turned to her, his heart hammering wildly against his ribs at the physical contact.
Moving slowly, Rivanya walked around until she was standing directly in front of his chest all over again.
She tilted her head back, her expressive, beautiful eyes looking straight into his guarded gaze, completely overflowing with a deep, unadulterated affection and playful adoration.
A soft, radiant smile bloomed on her lips as she lightly tugged his hand, whispering in an incredibly sweet, loving tone, "Raksh... are you honestly not going to forgive your Sugarplum tonight?"
With just those soft, teasing words and the gentle tug of her hand, Rudraksh's frozen heart had already melted completely.
The protective walls he had spent twenty-two years building around his soul had successfully crumbled under her touch.
Yet, the ruthless Asian Mafia King wasn't a man to give up his territory so easily.
Driven by a desperate, possessive urge to see how far his brave little wife would go to pull him out of his shell, he maintained his stern exterior.
A dangerous, incredibly handsome smirk played at the corner of his lips as he looked down at her.
"No," he murmured, his deep baritone dripping with mock arrogance. "I am absolutely not going to be pacified this easily. If you truly think you have the courage, then go ahead and show me how you plan to make me yield..."
Rivanya didn't flinch for a single second.
Instead, a beautifully wicked, highly confident expression took over her features she smirked directly back at him.
Moving with a slow, hypnotic grace, she took a final step forward, completely erasing the last remaining boundary of his personal space.
Rudraksh stood entirely rooted to the spot, holding his breath as he watched her.
He was deeply fascinated, wanting to see exactly how much she would push her own limits tonight just to make him smile.
He chose to remain perfectly still, silently surrendering control to her as he prepared to enjoy every single second of her proximity.
Rivanya raised her soft, delicate hands and took hold of his broad, powerful wrists.
Moving with absolute, deliberate confidence, she guided his heavy, large palms downward, placing them firmly and securely right against her slender, curving waist.
The exact microsecond his warm palms came into direct contact with the smooth, bare skin of her midriff underneath her low-tied purple saree, a violent jolt of pure electricity ran straight through Rudraksh's body.
His fingers brushed against the cool, shimmering links of the silver waist-chain she had fastened around her skin, creating a breathtaking contrast of textures.
Rivanya then raised her own hands and rested them flat against his broad chest, feeling the wild, frantic thudding of his heart underneath her palms.
Without leaving a single fraction of space between their bodies, she stepped completely flush against him, pressing her soft form entirely against his rock-hard physique.
The moment his hands felt the warmth of Rivanya's touch, the last remaining threads of Rudraksh's legendary self-control turned to absolute dust.
The sheer sensation sent a wave of intoxicating warmth straight through his veins.
His dark eyes darkened with a raw intensity as he locked his gaze directly into hers.
His fingers rested possessively against her waist, lightly catching the delicate links of the silver waist-chain. The soft rhythm of the music was still filtering through the bedroom doors behind them, perfectly complementing the ragged, heavy sound of their synchronized breathing.
Rivanya looked up into his burning gaze without blinking.
Her heart was hammering violently against her ribs, but she refused to back down from the spark she had ignited.
Moving with a sudden, hypnotic slowness, she lifted her heels and stood up high on her tip-toes, making her silver anklets let out a final, beautiful chan-chan sound against the marble floor.
She brought her face entirely into his personal space, tilting her head back until her lips were hovering mere millimeters away from his cheek.
Their breaths mingled in the heated air between them, hot and shallow, as she completely challenged his defenses....