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“ He was in pain, Nandani. Even if he were here, given his condition, he would not have felt happy. It would be too selfish to think only about your pain. And trust me, he may not be able to talk to you, but right now, seeing you cry for him, he must also be crying for his beautiful and powerful daughter. I don ’ t think he would want to see you crying at the auspicious naming ceremony of your daughter. He would want you to remember him with happiness. That ’ s what he asked everyone to do when he left: to remember him happily, so his soul feels content seeing his family smile,” she said, wiping her tears as she listened to me. “ Let ’ s bring back the smile,”
She chuckled softly and smiled slightly. “ Even so, I miss him so much,” she sobbed, and I pulled her into a tight hug.
“ That ’ s okay,” she calmed down after a while, and I saw Ranaji walking in with his daughter in his arms. When he saw Nandani ’ s tear-streaked face, he asked. "Can you hold her for a moment, ?,”
I nodded and took the princess from his hand.
“ Can you all wait outside?” he asked, kneeling in front of her. I then led the princess out of the room to the meeting area, where Kunwar Agastya was speaking with Daadisa.
“ So, what do you think of her? Is there any progress in love?” Daadisa teased him, and he chuckled, shaking his head.
“ I ’ m a pretty inexperienced Daadisa, but you seem like a player. Tell me how you got Daadasa to fall in love with you,” he asked with a teasing tone, and Daadisa cupped his face with a slight laugh.
“ Your Daadasa was like an angry king. We were both very young when we got married. Then, as I grew older, he came to take me with him. He wouldn ’ t speak sweetly to me; he was very work-oriented, giving orders and stating what needed to be done. Meanwhile, I was clumsy and talkative. When he returned to the chamber, I would excitedly tell him about my day, but he often fell asleep, irritated by my chatter. This continued until he got used to my talking, and we gradually learned each other ’ s ways. We never spoke about love like Rudra and Nandani, who keep their lips glued together as a joke. It was a simple, straightforward, responsible marriage,” she said, and I looked at Kunwar Agastya, who was listening to her intently.
“ I like that simple, plain marriage too. It ’ s beautiful to learn about someone from the beginning and get to know them then,” he said slowly, and I rolled my eyes. Whatever he did was neither simple nor plain. How could he do that? I mean, I never understood which Agastya was the real Agastya.
Suddenly, the princess cried softly, and they both turned to look at me. I quickly started to move her a bit, and Daadisa called out to me.
", come here, sit with me,"
I gulped quietly and glanced at him as he sucked on his lower lip with a slight smile, then walked silently toward her.
“ Ji, Daadisa,” I tried to say as she softly tugged my hand to get me to sit beside her.
I nervously sat down on the couch with her, and suddenly, Kunwar Agastya got up.
"Awwww, my baby,"
He walked over and sat down next to me. I felt a slight uneasiness sitting between them with a baby, and then she began. “ The man has come with Abhinandan. He is a good soldier in the army. He used to serve as my guard too. You should meet him after the ceremony,”
I gulped nervously, hearing the fake laughter of Kunwar Agastya as his fingers grazed the baby ’ s hands.
“ Hahaha, awwww, my baby. You are so small. Do you want to meet your Kaakisa ? Do you know who she is? Do you want to go into her arms?” His words made me feel uneasy, and I could feel my cheeks burning with heat. I gulped as I looked at him, but he didn ’ t look at me, and Daadisa brought my attention back to her.
“ He is a good man, . How long are you planning to stay alone? You ’ re young, independent, and what ’ s your age? It ’ s too soon to give up on life. You will meet him, right? He ’ ll make you happy,”
I sucked on my lower lip and tried to nod. "Ji, Ji, Daadisa,"
“ Are you listening, baby? What are those two talking about? Daadisa is discussing her wedding? Do you want to attend her wedding? There will be a feast,” he muttered in a childish tone, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable. I turned to look at him, and he looked back at me. I subtly shook my head without making it obvious to Daadisa.
"Alright, come to see me in my chamber after the ceremony," Daadisa said, and I nodded weakly, looking at her.
I tried to stand up a little, but he immediately stopped me.
“ I ’ m still playing with my baby,” he pouted in front of me, while I sat silently.
“ Alright, I ’ ll go see Abhi,” Daadisa said as she stood up from her seat. I noticed him gently tickling the baby ’ s feet. She smiled in her sleep, and I glanced around at the attendees watching us. One of them was the same person who had caught us the other day. I felt terribly stuck.
“ Is Bhabhisa ready?” Suddenly, I heard Princess Aishwarya ’ s voice and immediately stood up from the couch. She smiled as she walked towards me and looked at the baby.
“ She ’ s with Ranaji,” I said as she took the princess from my hand.
“ Oh my baby, how do you feel about this ceremony?” she playfully asked the baby as I turned my gaze to Prince Agastya, who was looking at me with a blank expression. I couldn ’ t be sure, but his eyes hinted he was upset with me. He rolled his eyes, stood up, and walked away.
I gulped nervously, unsure of what to do. I couldn ’ t refuse Daadisa without a good reason, and bringing up what happened between us definitely wasn ’ t a good reason for now.
I excused myself to take care of the preparations. I wasn ’ t required to be part of the family gathering. In other words, my presence wasn ’ t necessary.
As I walked into the area where the food was being prepared for the feast, I began to ask how much was left to do. I spent some time motivating them and encouraging them to be at their best.
After that, I came to the main compound where the function was taking place. I looked at everyone seated in their places. Ranaji and Nandani were sitting in front of the Hawan Kund across from the priests with their baby. The atmosphere was spiritual and energetic. The chanting echoed loudly around me, and I sat behind Reva, who was with other attendees.
Suddenly, Nandani turned to me and motioned for me to come over. I tried to avoid attracting anyone ’ s attention as I approached her. She took my hand and led me to sit behind her.
I wasn ’ t aware, but in some ways it felt good and in others it felt bad that I was hiding something significant from her.
Princess Aishwarya and Prince Ranvijay sat behind Ranaji. I shifted my gaze to locate Kunwar Agastya, but he was nowhere to be found.
And suddenly, my gaze landed on him as he walked toward us with Princess Rashmika. He chuckled a bit in response to something she said, and his eyes met mine. I quickly scanned the room to locate him in his seat. There was only one.
Nandani was busy with the chanting and Aahutis, so I shifted back and cleared the place for them. They both walked closer and took their places behind Nandani. I sat behind them with Daadisa , Ranima , Queen Trisha , King Abhinandan , and their two-year-old twin boy, who were actively trying to chew each other's fingers.
She looked happy with her grandsons. Although it was hard for her to be separated from King Rajvardhan , they brought light to their lives. It felt as if they lost one and gained two. Still, no one could take his place in their hearts.
I watched Princess Rashmika smile at Kunwar Agastya , and my heart ached at the sight of her touching his arm as he smiled back.
I didn ’ t understand how these two had nothing for each other. They seemed happy together and didn ’ t appear to hate one another. Honestly, Princess Rashmika looked like such a sweet girl; she was beautiful and bubbly.
I couldn ’ t hear what they were discussing, and suddenly the priest stopped chanting and said, “ Now, you can choose a name for the baby. According to the movements of the stars and the time of birth, it is advisable to keep her name starting with ‘ R.’”
A smile appeared on my face, and I looked at Nandani , turning to Kunwar Agastya with a smile.
"Kya naam socha hai aapne, Devarsa," "What do you have in mind?" His lips widened with a smile, and he suggested.
“ Daughter of Rudra , Rudraja , the Goddess, fearless, Queen of Queens, and pride of Suryagarh ,” he said, and I could sense how much he loved her already; he became slightly emotional.
“ Beautiful name,” she said, and I looked at Ranaji , who asked, “ Don ’ t you want your name in her name? I mean, why just mine?”
“ It ’ s a beautiful name, Bhaisa ,” Prince Ranvijay said, and Nandani smiled.
“ Exactly, it ’ s a beautiful name, and she already has my name,” she said, as Ranaji furrowed his brows. Ranima added, “ Raj from RajNandani . Moreover, the lineage she carries in her blood is so powerful that she doesn ’ t need any introduction.”
Nandani nodded, listening to her, and Ranaji nodded, too.
“ Alright then, Rudraja —Princess Rudraja —what about Rudrani ?” he asked, as the priest shook his head. “ Rudrani can be a name for Rudra ’ s spouse. Since your name is Rudra, only Princess Nandani can be called Rudrani, not your daughter.”
He nodded, and Kunwar Asgatya smiled. “ I did my research,”
I could not help but smile. Princess Rudraja was already a blessed and loved child of northern Hind. But, no one dared to call her by her name because no one except Nandani could call Ranaji by his name, and since his name is in her name, no one called her by her name either.
The naming ceremony came to a beautiful end with the distribution of prasad to everyone. Everyone was happy and showered the Princess with countless gifts.
Princess Ranvijay and Princess Aishwarya went to oversee the donations for the villagers while I returned to Nandani ’ s chamber; however, Daadisa stopped me.
“ ,” Daadisa ’ s voice pulled me in, making me stop in my tracks. Her smile filled me with a sense of dread, and I swallowed nervously.
“ Daadisa,” I forced a smile.
“ Come with me,” she said, holding my hand and pulling me along. I looked around for someone who could save me from her. But my unfortunate fate felt overwhelming, as everyone else was too busy with their own work.
She led me to her chamber, and I watched as she lingered with her wooden cane. Then she smiled at me and said, “ These attendants will help you take a bath and get dressed. You look tired.”
I looked at a group of attendees and tried to shake my head slowly.
“ But Daadisa, I think I look fine. I mean, why change my clothes and take a bath?” I tried to maintain a broad smile on my face to appear happy.
“ Why not? Your marriage is my responsibility, and I will fulfill it with the utmost care. I want you to look beautiful, like someone never before seen,” she said, and I lowered my gaze. If I did that, Kunwar Agastya would get angry since he clearly asked me not to go to Mahabaleshgarh, and if I didn ’ t do it, Daadisa would be hurt. She would think I didn ’ t trust her. I didn ’ t want to break her heart, but it felt dangerous. I couldn ’ t hurt either of them, especially Daadisa.
“ Okay,” I said, managing a smile.
I watched attendees approach, and I couldn ’ t resist going into her chamber. My heart raced as soon as I entered the bathroom. The scent of bathing oils filled my nostrils, making me feel weak in my knees.
“ You should change into this,” a fellow attendee ’ s voice caught my attention as I looked at her, holding a bathing dress in her hands. I gulped silently, taking it from her hands and nodding as I walked behind the changing area. Thoughts of him clouded my mind against my will. The way he rolled his eyes before the ceremony made it clear how annoyed he already was. And if he ever finds out about this, he might get mad.
However, he was never my husband. He remained Princess Rashmika ’ s fiancé, and there was no reason to go against Daadisa.
I sighed deeply with frustration, removed my dupatta, blouse, and skirt, and wrapped the bathing cloth around my bosom, which reached my thighs.
Honestly, I had never taken a bath like royalty. But Daadisa was a sweetheart; she liked to see women happy.
I stepped outside and noticed an attendee approaching me, touching my braid. She unbraided my hair, letting it fall loose down to my hips. The loose curls danced against the side of my face, making me feel unexpectedly shy.
I just wanted it to be wrapped up quickly so he wouldn ’ t even discover it. His teasing made it clear he would get mad.
I walked toward the pool with the attendees and stepped inside. They asked me to sit comfortably, but I felt uncomfortable.
Guests filled the Kingdom. A lot of work was pending, a feast was underway, the villagers were lined up to receive donations, and here I was, experiencing the princess ’ s treatment to marry again.
I exhaled deeply. I didn ’ t know what the hell I was doing. Should I just tell Daadisa that I couldn ’ t get married?
However, she would ask me why.
I didn ’ t really know why. I mean, from her point of view, she was doing the right thing by settling down a woman with a good man so they could spend time together, start a family, and be happy. But what she didn ’ t know was how eventful this woman ’ s life was.
I couldn ’ t believe that I was technically married to Prince Agatya, and no one except Commander Eklavya knew about it. Now, he was marrying Princess Rashmika, and I was seeing another man.
I sighed in frustration when an attendee caught my attention.
"Are you okay?"
I gulped and nodded silently, closing my eyes to feel whatever was happening to me. They began applying the cold paste that sent a shiver down my body. When I opened my eyes, I saw them rubbing the half-dry paste against my skin. They were cleaning the hair off my hands.
I felt the pain intensifying throughout the process and groaned a little. I had been doing this to Nandani, but experiencing it myself was incredibly different and more painful.
My skin turned red from it, and I tried to ask, “ Is this necessary?”
One of them nodded and replied, “ Yes, Daadisa asked us to take our time and help you get ready like a bride.”
I gritted my teeth a little. I could not believe it.
After they finished with my hand, they asked me to sit on the edge of the pool so they could do the same to my legs.
It felt even more painful on it.
And then came the most embarrassing and surprising event.
“ Open your legs wider,” one of them said, and my eyes widened in shock.
"What? Why?"
"To clean you. It looks like a forest," one of them said, and a wave of laughter ran through us.
I couldn ’ t believe how Nandani was okay with letting them do that every two or three months. She didn ’ t like body hair much; she always felt uncomfortable with it.
I sucked on my lower lip and tried to ask. "Is it necessary?"
“ You haven ’ t done it before?” one of them asked. I shook my head, and she continued, “ You ’ re beginning a new phase of your life. Some experiences only happen a few times. You should make them special.”
Her words didn ’ t make me feel good, but I nodded my head in confusion.
I parted my legs more expansive, and one used a neem stick to apply some paste on my skin. It burnt a little and then she waited for it to get dry. When it got thick and dry, she looked at me and said. "Look at there,"
I gulped with fear and turned my gaze away. I knew what was about to happen. She pulled the dried-up paste with a single and quick move, and my body went on fire with the unbearable burning pain. I immediately pressed my thighs together and groaned louder.
"Urgghhhhh,"
They giggled, and I couldn ’ t help but smile too. Why on earth was I even doing that?
After they finished, they began washing their hair. The warm water was turning cold, and I suddenly sneezed.
“ We should hurry, or she will catch a cold,” another said, and they began working faster. They washed my hair with soapnut powder and applied oil to nourish it before rinsing it again.
They finally applied gram and sandalwood paste to my skin to soothe the burns and redness, and it felt better.
Honestly, I felt incredibly better after taking a bath. I had never experienced this before. Now, I understood why Nandani was eager to take one—it was so relaxing.
I wrapped a clean, dry white cloth around my body and another around my hair to absorb the moisture.
“ You should sit in the sunlight for a while,” one of them said, leading me to the dressing area where sunlight peeked through the window. I sat on the couch and felt the rays soothing my skin. It was amazing, but I began to feel sleepy.
After a while, my body and hair dried, and then I saw an attendee step forward with an outfit in her hand. I took the velvet cloth off the plate and looked at the beautiful orange attire adorned with small beads of deep pink.
“ It ’ s beautiful,” I murmured softly.
“ Daadisa asked you to change into it,” she said, and I nodded, taking the dress in my hand.
“ You should change; we are waiting outside,” they said. They left, closing the door, and I placed the outfit on the table. It felt even more beautiful than both of my weddings.
It was simply elegant, not overly royal or heavy. I tied my hair in a loose bun and looked at myself in the mirror. Inhaling deeply, I noticed a fresh glow on my skin that I had never seen before. I looked beautiful. I didn ’ t know what it was, but it looked lovely.
I sucked on my lower lip and opened the skirt to step into it, pulling it up to wrap around my waist, pulling the cloth above simultaneously, and pulling the strings to tighten it. It felt softer than my regular outfits.
I turned around to admire a beautiful flare and a smile spread across my face.
I brought my hand closer to grasp the blouse. Removing the cloth from my bosom, I looked at myself in the mirror. My breasts were large, not excessively so, but larger than medium size—definitely noticeable given my body shape and size. I gulped, ignoring them, as they always made me feel self-conscious about my appearance, and not positively. They were not firm like those of a younger woman but more like those of an adult with children, yet I had no children.
A shady thought suddenly came to my mind, prompting me to look at myself in the mirror again. The tattoo of an eagle on my chest, which had been inked on my skin when I was a year old, looked tempting. My tribe had this tradition of inking skin to keep track of our population. To keep it hidden, they would engrave it on the chests of both genders. It was small, only about an inch big, but beautiful. I wondered if he would like it or not. And what about my bosom?
I gulped, cupping one of my breasts with my hands, and it felt big to my small hands. I remembered his size and wondered if he could cup them.
Urghhhhhh.
I quickly shook my head and shut my eyes to return from that dark place.
My lip needed punishment from my teeth, as it lay between them, and a gentle bite brought me back to reality.
I brought the blouse close to my chest and adjusted it over my breasts before pulling the sleeves up to my shoulder. I looked at the metre-long strings hanging to its back and sighed with slight frustration.
Daadisa wants to live her adulthood through me, again. Urghh.
I tried to tie the strings, but suddenly I felt a clearing of throats, and my eyes widened in shock. A wave of fright ran deep through my body, and my throat dried as I followed the voice, realizing a pair of eyes looking at me, from a couch in the corner, shrouded in the darkness.
A smirk played on his face as he leaned forward, allowing the sun to cast its rays over his deep green eyes. A not-so-old memory invaded my mind. My stomach twisted, and I felt a strange weakness in my knees as he stood up from the couch and walked toward me with his predatory steps.
I gulped nervously, trying to speak. “ Wh…what are you doing here? How long have you been… there?”
He picked up a bunch of black grapes from the fruit basket on the table and plucked a few into his mouth. I looked at his well-carved, tight jaw moving against the soft fruit. I tightened my fingers on the back of my blouse to keep both ends secure.
“ Before you came inside,” he said slowly, and I felt an unfamiliar tightness in my lower abdomen.
“ So, you have… been watching me… change?” I tried to ask, but my voice came out shaky and slow. He leaned back against the dressing table, pressing his hips against its edge, and I lowered my gaze to focus on his sweaty neck and the rolled-up sleeves of his plain, dark blue kurta. His veins were more visible on his arms than ever before.
“ Not just changing but…,” he lowered his gaze to my chest, and I felt my buds tightening, blossoming under his attention. “… you, caressing your bosom,”
I gulped, feeling timid suddenly, and looked at him as he popped two more grapes into his mouth, pulling them straight from the bunch. My gaze flickered between his eyes and lips, and suddenly, I felt his hand cupping my cheek, with his fingers and thumb on either side, pulling me closer. My waist pressed against his middle, and my eyes widened in shock at him.
But my lashes lowered as he brought his lips closer and pushed the grapes into my mouth. Water trailed from the corner of my mouth, down to my jaw, and he muttered, “ Your throat seems dry.”
And then I pulled back. I stood frozen, looking at him. The words hung in my throat as I lowered my gaze, and heat rose to my cheeks from the pit of my stomach. My eyes fell on his hand, which held his dagger. It didn ’ t make me feel any better.
I couldn ’ t help but chew and swallow the fruit. His lips brushed against me for a moment, but I couldn ’ t even register it properly. It was too quick.
"So, you wondered if this would fit in my hands?” he muttered in his slow, deep voice. He pulled me closer to him, hooking his twin finger in the lower hem of my blouse. My eyes met his, and I could feel how mad he was.
I tried to shake my head slowly.
His fingers felt rough, hard, and cold against my skin. He was holding the dagger with this hand of his, too. The chill of the metal made me feel winter, even under the sun ’ s rays. I gulped nervously, unable to meet his intense, penetrating gaze. I tried to tighten my fist on the back of my blouse and attempted to say something.
"How did... you come inside?" My voice grew lazy and intimidated by his presence, not to mention his deep green eyes, gritted teeth, and the strength of his two fingers, which kept me pulled closer to him.
“ Wrong thing to say,” he said, and I felt him set the bunch of grapes on the table while bringing his other hand closer to my neck. My lashes felt heavy with the comfort of his hand on my cheek and neck and his thumb on the side of my lips, brushing gently and pulling my face closer. The faded mark of the sword cut on his thumb reminded me of the moment he filled my hair partition with his thick, warm blood.
I tilted my neck slightly backward to meet his gaze as he muttered against my lips, “ Try again.”
My throat felt dry and I was out of words. My brain was so busy registering all the sensations this closeness was sending into my body that it forgot to create something sensible. "What ar... are you doing here?" I managed to ask slowly, and he pulled me closer, making me shift on my feet. My fists behind my back hurt to keep the blouse's ends together as his knuckle between us pulled the front end of it.
He blinked, chewing the inside of his lower lip before muttering, “ Wrong question. Try again.”
I felt even weaker in my knees. My body ached from being so close to him, precisely. It was too much to handle. People waited outside for me, and I had no idea what was going on in his head.
I lowered my gaze to steady my racing heart and attempted to ask, “ What do you want?”
He angrily pulled my face closer, forcing me to lift my gaze as my eyes widened in shock. My heart raced wildly, and I bit my lips, unsure of what to do.
I needed to ask a sensible question, but I didn ’ t know how to do it since I had never seen him angry. I gulped nervously and blinked silently while looking into his eyes, then asked slowly, “ Are you angry?”
His face stiffened slightly, and he nodded, briefly lowering his gaze.
“ Why?” I asked.
He lifted his furious gaze and looked into my eyes while speaking slowly. “ My wife is considering marrying someone else without my knowledge,” His words didn ’ t make me feel any better. I was already feeling bad, and now it felt like sparkling salt on my open wounds.
"Yes, because Daadisa does not know that I am your wife.” I tried to intone, and he spun me against the table and hovered over me. I felt his legs beside mine, caging me between them. My fists felt numb, and he lowered his hand from my blouse's hem to keep the dagger on the table with a soft clanking sound.
“ But you know it, right?” he asked, placing his palm on the small of my back. I felt tightness in my core. Inhaling an invisible sharp breath, I flickered my gaze, warmed by the touch of his hand on my skin. It reminded me of my first release. My mind recreated that shudder in my core as my thighs pressed together, trying not to make it noticeable to him.
“ It doesn ’ t matter,” I managed to say, as he drew his lips closer to mine, causing me to lean back slightly in anticipation.
“ Well, in that case, your cheeks should be hardly flushed, your eyes should be filled with hunger, and your lips should be deep red to make quite an impression on your new husband,” his slow, deep voice words hurt me a little, but the proposal behind them was pretty evident, making me gulp silently.
“ I ’ m just doing this to avoid hurting Daadisa,” I tried to say in my slow voice as he leaned in closer to my neck. I closed my eyes, feeling his cheek against mine. Their warmth felt hotter than the sunlight falling on us.
“ You shouldn ’ t be here, Kunwar Agastya,” I managed to say, bringing my hands up to push him away from me. However, the slow, gentle movement of his palm against my back, moving upward, along my spine until it reached my nape, made me feel like giving in so easily.
I didn ’ t know what power his touch held that it could melt me at any time of day, in any condition. Maybe I had craved such a touch my whole life, which made me aware of its significance.
“ I know exactly where I should be,” he whispered softly in my ear, and I couldn ’ t help but inhale deeply, burying my face in the base of his neck. His cologne, a blend of sweat, sunlight, sandalwood, lilies, and spice, enveloped me and made me feel alive. I still remember the sensation of his hardness against me, and at the moment his lips pressed against my neck, I anticipated where it would lead.
The memory of sensations rose to my brain, blurring the existence of everyone except him for me. His lips felt soft. I felt him inhaling against my skin, and suddenly, a gentle pain sparkled from my skin, making me hiss slowly. His fingers moved roughly into my messy bun, leaving my half-dried hair open in defeat.
My buds ached with intensity, and my back was straight as I anticipated his movements. A shiver ran down my spine when he muttered slowly in my ear.
“ I want to feel you,” his voice was lazy yet attractive. I opened my eyes, blinking in confusion. But his sinful gaze was quite clear. People were waiting outside for me, but the gentle cage of his hands felt so pleasant that I pushed that thought aside.
His gaze dropped to my lips, leaving my stomach feeling emptier. The memory of his brief touch lingered, curling my lips in and hiding between my teeth.
He inhaled deeply, lifted his gaze, and drew his lips closer to mine. My breaths caught, nearly stopping; my fist clenched on his chest, lashes pressed tight, and he whispered in a slow, painful tone, “ I bet you want that too.”
I pressed my thighs together, and the moment I felt his hand lowering down to the side of my midriff from my nape, I opened my eyes to look into his. He was shielding me from the world, protecting me, and simultaneously pushing me to my limits. His rough hand slipped beneath my untied blouse, which hung from my shoulders and barely rested against my skin. His thumb was closer to my bosom.
I inhaled deeply, my lips parted, and I couldn ’ t help but break eye contact to make it feel less timid for me. But, the moment he encircled the outline of my bosom and gently cupped it with his hand, I felt shaken and shattered. My eyes closed tightly, and I could hear my heartbeats. My breaths were evident to both of us, and my knees grew weak, unable to support me still.
“ You are so soft,” he murmured against my cheek in his deep, resonant voice, sending fresh shivers of sensation across my skin.
I buried my face in his neck as he softly pressed against my chest. A soft groan escaped from his lips, followed by a tender kiss on my cheek.
His thumb brushed against my swollen, firm bud, gently rubbing it with the pad of his thumb, drawing a slow moan from me. I had never experienced anything like this. I couldn ’ t believe what he was making me feel at that very moment. I had completely surrendered myself to him.
But this was just the beginning; he pressed my breast harder this time, and I couldn ’ t help but moan in slight pain. "Aannnhhh,"
He kissed my cheeks again, more forcefully this time. I could feel the warmth of his mouth on my skin. I noticed his other hand moving slightly, accompanied by the sound of the dagger. "Either my tongue or this," his slow voice brought a thunder of dizziness to my brain. The thought of either of them alone seems too destructive.
“ Hn?” I managed to ask, and his words tingled in my ears.
“ I need to taste my custom-made sweetness again,” my cheeks flushed, but the options were oddly thrilling. “ Choose faster, or you ’ ll have both,” his following words made me feel wetter due to his impatience.
“ Both?” I tried to ask. My brain struggled to process this complexity. It was busy registering the intensity of heat between us.
"This dagger inside you and my lips caressing your crown," His slow, deep voice laced with dirty words made me feel even wetter between my thighs. I tried to push them together. His hand gently caressed my bosom. The thought of his words was too unimaginable.
I gulped, moistening my throat, and managed to mutter in a slow voice, “ Not your tongue.”
That would be too much for me.
“ Great choice,” he muttered, and I turned to him, facing the mirror. My eyes met my own in it. I felt extremely timid. My nipples were visible through the fabric. The sleeve slipped off my shoulder, and I placed my hands on the table to steady myself.
He moved my hair away from my back, pulling it to one side. I looked at his dry, deep red lips spitting onto the tip of the dagger ’ s handle. My cheeks burned as I gazed at him.
He lowered his dagger, and I felt him wrap his other arm around me. His chest made me feel safe, but his hand tugging at my skirt caused me to lower my gaze. I sensed him lean into my ear, softly muttering against it.
“ You need to trust me on this, . I will never hurt you,” His words aroused me already. I sensed his fingers on my thigh. The shame had been stripped away from me. I licked my lips, biting them, and held his wrist when he placed his hand between my thighs.
A moan escaped my lips when I felt his warm fingers against my burning skin. It felt like sitting in the sun amid the winter. The cold metal with his thick slaver rubbed gently against my skin, making me tighten my fist.
I rolled my head back, pressing against his neck.
"Widen your legs a little," He spoke, and I glanced at him in the mirror. Both of his hands rested between my legs, lifting my skirt and rubbing the metal against my skin. His green eyes locked with mine, stirring a sense of warmth leaking.
Suddenly, he slipped his leg between mine, gently parting them. My heart raced, and I moaned with furrowed brows.
He kept rubbing it against my skin until I no longer felt cold.
"Just a little," He muttered against my ear and slowly slipped a little of an inch-thick dagger's handle inside me. My skin stretched with painful slowness and pleasuring pain, wrecking me into pieces. A slight smile appeared, and he planted a few kisses on my neck. His hand froze right there until the pain subsided, and my body craved for more. I felt his fingers on my skin, making me feel needy right now.
I could not help but move myself against his finger. It felt wet. My eyes closed as I thought about the sensations climbing the mountains of my spine. Slowly, steadily, one after another gentle glide on his fingers, I felt what I had been missing all these years. My body suddenly felt alive. The bones, the blood, and the pores had been excavated after centuries of abolition.
He gradually began to slide the dagger into me, thrusting it softly and slowly, intensifying everything for me.
I gripped his wrist tightly. A loud moan escaped my lips. “ Aannhhhhhhhh,"
"I want a lot of sweetness dripping over it," His lazy words tightened my stomach, pulling me back from the edge. I dug my nails into his wrist out of frustration.
He kissed my neck as a reward, calming me and guiding me back to the structure of release he was creating slowly and carefully.
When my hips found a rhythm to move against it, he replaced his fingers with the thumb of his other hand, the one holding the dagger, and moved his hand to my waist. His palm felt large and tanned compared to my size and skin.
He strolled up, pulling the hem of my blouse, making me look at my bosom as he cupped one. It fits perfectly that I look into his eyes, reflected in the mirror as he looks at me.
"The next time you have any doubts, come to me directly; it would be pleasuring for both of us," His words made me close my eyes, and I felt him pressing against my breast harder this time.
I struggled against him. It was too much to bear. I felt as if I were hanging by a thread, yearning for a release.
"Ahhhhhhhh," A loud moan escaped my lips as he suddenly cupped my neck and tilted it backward, stretching my spine to make me look into his eyes above me.
"Next time, I want you naked in my bed, struggling under me," He muttered against my lips, brushing them teasingly, and I shattered, feeling the wildest sensations crawling over me me.
He suddenly wrapped his hand around me as I lost my balance from the powerful shudders hitting me like ocean waves.
I panted loudly as he slowly removed the dagger.
I lost my weight against him, resting my head on his chest. My skirt fell to my feet, covering my legs once more, and I looked at him, rubbing the wet, slick handle of the dagger against my red cheek.
I timidly closed my eyes, and the next moment made me feel out of this world.
He leaned in closer to my cheek, stuck out his tongue, and licked it, cleaning my cheek dirtily. He gulped and pressed his lips against my cheek, kissing me. But suddenly.
“ ,” Daadisa ’ s voice grabbed my attention, causing me to shiver in fear. I shifted my weight on my feet and looked at him in confusion.
", open the door. They arrived,"
I felt a flutter of fear in my stomach as he smirked at me.
He wiped my cheek with his palm and kissed me again before saying, “ Let me help.”
I gulped nervously and looked at him, setting the dagger on the table before adjusting my blouse. I gathered my hair in my hand as he began tying the strings of my blouse.
"You do not look angry now," I tried to say, and he smiled.
“ I get angry whenever I feel low on sugar.” he said, making my cheeks blush. I lowered my gaze. After finishing the blouse, he turned to look at me and gently pulled me into a warm hug. I immediately wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes.
“ ,” Daadisa called again, and I responded. “ I ’ m coming, Daadisa,”
He kissed the top of my head and said slowly while stroking my back, “ All the best.”
Confused, I furrowed my brows and leaned back from him, gazing into his eyes. “ What do you mean?” I attempted to ask, and he gazed wickedly back into my eyes.
“ One is dead for you, another is dying for you, and one is outside waiting to die for you,”