Chapter 13
His fingers made me question everything about my life and beliefs.
I sat frozen as the featherlight touches of his fingers on my feet and calf felt surreal for reasons I couldn’t list. His warm breath grazed my thighs through the fabric. The weight of his head was too heavy on my lap to ignore.
I bit my lower lip, trying to suppress the sound that proved how much he was affecting me.
A sizzling shiver ran through my body when I felt the rough texture of his fingers slowly glide down my calf to my feet, reaching my toes and intertwining his fingers through them.
My hand instinctively clutched his arm, even as I tried not to anticipate. Ironically, my mind was already too overwhelmed and dizzy to recognise I was, in fact, anticipating.
A slow, deep exhale escaped my lips, and I quickly pressed my lips together.
My brows knitted together, sensing how calmly he could ignite my world. And he had just begun.
“Kunwar-sa,” I muttered with a tremor in my voice, trying to remind him it wasn’t right. But I couldn’t, because I had lost the ability to differentiate right from wrong after stepping into this chamber, seated on his bed, and under his mercy.
That was enough for me to give up everything if it meant spending some time with him, even in silence. That was what he was doing to me. He captivated me effortlessly. Or maybe he was trying, after all.
A wave of thrill rolled through my body, and I stiffened, pressing my thighs together. The sensations crawled up my legs like butterflies dancing. Feathering them, he gently pulled his fingers back from my toes to the bridge of my foot.
I gulped and bit my lips, trying hard to remain quiet and convince him it didn’t bother me.
But it was. God, it bothered me beyond words.
His fingers took me to places I had never been. A place that felt cold on my skin and warm to my insides. It appeared darker to my eyes, but kindled something inside me. I felt an itch between my thighs and an urge to press my legs together to dispel it.
A sweet wetness erupted down there, and the moment he muttered in his deep, hoarse voice, “You are beautiful,” I felt my nipples aching against my blouse.
I couldn’t believe how crazy I was feeling. And how he did that without even trying.
Was he too much for me to handle?
Oh, well, he was.
I bit my lower lip as he sat up, sending a shiver down my spine. He held my waist and pulled me closer to him.
I stared at him, shocked, kneeling motionless before him. His weary green eyes showed hunger. The hold of his hand around my waist felt too heavy to resist as he drew me even closer, pulling me into him.
My knees felt weak; I couldn’t figure out how to adjust. When he lifted me slightly and made me sit on his lap, my legs settled on either side of him.
My breathing quickened, and lines of confusion creased my forehead. It felt as if I were on fire. Every hair on my body stood up as if to see who had pulled them out of the grave.
“Oh, Kunwar Agastya,” my breath hitched, but he pulled me even closer, making my eyes widen with shock.
I felt his muscular, hard thighs under me, not letting me settle. My knees got stuck in my skirt, unable to part any further.
His gaze lowered to my legs, and his hand slipped to my calf. Slowly, his hand crawled upwards, drawing the hem of my skirt to my thighs.
The air brushed against my bare skin, making me feel extremely timid.
Words hung in my throat, but a question lingered on my lips. “What are you doing?”
To my defeat, it came out as a plea—a slow and inviting plea.
And the moment he pulled me even closer, I went breathless, feeling him hard under me. I flinched at the unexpected touch, but the warmth was so captivating, I couldn’t help but give in slowly.
My gaze dropped to his chest, pressed hard against mine.
I was small for him.
Goosebumps appeared on my skin, making my nipples poke over his chest when he leaned closer to my neck and whispered slowly, “I’m yours, Sumanika.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, melting me more into him.
From his mouth, my full name felt like he knew me better than anyone else. The heat in my core collided with the heat of his hardness, soaking the fabric between us.
He was hard, rock hard, tight, thick, and dangerous—all in all.
My lashes felt too heavy to blink. I let them rest, feeling his lips brush against my ear.
“You shouldn’t do it,” a whisper escaped my lips.
“You can pretend that I’m not doing it,” he muttered in my ear, making me feel the heat of his breath travelling inside, tickling my skin and wetting my core.
My palms rested against his biceps, confused about whether to hold him. My uneven breaths became audible as I sensed his hand slowly slipping to my lower back.
He looked into my eyes and gently drew me closer, making my body curve into his, and I felt a new sensation flow through me as his length moved softly over my skin.
To my surprise, it felt good. My lips curled inward against my teeth to keep from moaning.
“Does it feel good?” he asked in a whisper, and I nodded slightly. I hid my pleased expression, lowering my head.
He pulled me against him once more, and this time it felt even more overwhelming. A soft moan escaped my lips. It was impossible not to anticipate.
“I own this one.” His words made me feel even weaker, and the next glide had me submitting to him like never before.
My hold tightened on his biceps, and when he didn’t push me again against him, my hips pushed themselves, earning a sensation from him.
His breaths became audible, and the stiffness in his body clarified that I was drawing him to the edge.
My mind had grown too numb to do anything except move my hips against him.
His hand felt unnecessary. The wetness at my core soaked the fabric. The heat was apparent. Surprisingly, an urge built within me, making me eager to get rid of it. I felt restless.
My dupatta slipped off my shoulder, but it was the least of my concerns.
I drew my knees closer, my head tilted back involuntarily. This was too intense to overlook.
His soft growl gave me the confidence I didn’t know I needed.
His arm tightened around me, making it hard for me to move. Yet, I tried. My hips stretched as I ground against him. It was terrific. His length rubbing against me felt so electrifying. The warmth was soothing, yet the thrill aroused me.
Broken breaths spilt out of me as my body felt hot from the exertion.
My cheeks flushed feverishly. Sweat beads formed on my forehead, and my hair turned dishevelled, trapped beneath his arm. Anticipation made me dig my fingers into his arm.
“I want you to leak all your wetness onto me,” he whispered huskily. “Make me dirty. Show me what no one could think you could do to me.”
His words intensified my arousal. As our eyes locked, a hungry look consumed his gaze. His lips were parted, huffing, and a moan escaped my lips as I suddenly felt a strong shudder run through my body.
A slight smile appeared on his face. My eyes squeezed shut, and my hips glided back and forth against his hardness in an intense urge to feel more of him. I collapsed like a sandcastle in his lap, and wetness leaked through my core like a river through a canal.
I dropped my head on his shoulder, panting, incapable of feeling anything else.
The shudders slowly subsided, and after regaining a rhythm in my breaths, I looked at him.
The pride in his eyes brought a timid smile to my lips.
He moved his hand down to my thighs, trying to slip inside, but I immediately clutched his wrist.
I shook my head, and he pulled his hand back only to guide my hand to my core.
The warm wetness made me feel hot, but I was mortified the moment he brought my hand close to his face and licked the tip of my fingers.
I drowned in the well of embarrassment, yet he wasn’t done. He took my fingers and licked them clean, his eyes piercing me with a searing look.
“You are incredibly sweet.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. A pointless reminder made me lower my gaze.
He had a sweet tooth.
I smiled, attempting to shift off his lap, but he drew me closer.
“My touch is so healthy for your skin,” he whispered, leaning to my ear. “You should make it your skincare routine.”
I swallowed hard, looking at him.
What on earth did I do?
The green colour suddenly became a symbol of evil for me—an evil that had just made me realise what he could do in a moment without even trying.
My stomach twisted.
“I should go.” I tried to move away, but he pulled me back closer, wrapping his arm around me and placing another on my head, drawing me into his warm embrace.
I hesitated initially, but closed my eyes, slowly giving in.
As he patted my head, tears welled in my eyes. It was overwhelming.
“Hey,” he murmured against my cheek, compelling me to look at him. “You didn’t do anything. It was me. I did everything,”
Yet, his words didn’t calm my restlessness.
I shook my head.
“This is wrong,” my voice cracked, struggling to hold back tears.
“You are a prince, and I am just a maid. Nandani would hate me for this. Ranaji trusts me, and I’m.
.. I’m in his brother’s arms. With no shame, naked,” Before I could say more, he drew his lips closer, stopping just an inch away from mine.
I moved back, struck by the revelation that had just occurred to me.
“I will eat you, Suman, I’ll fucking eat you. This is the weak side of mine. The last time I heard your trembling voice, I ended up marrying you. Do you want me on my knees for you now?”
His words made me close my eyes, and I shook my head slowly.
“Then never bring this prince and maid thing between us. We walked past it the day I claimed you as my wife,”
“Half wife,” I reminded him as he leaned closer and pecked my nose softly.
“There is no concept of a half-wife, stupid,” and a soft chuckle escaped my lips.
“What about Princess Rashmika? She’s you—”
“Keep an eye on her until I’m back,” he cut off, and I drew back to look at him, frowning.