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SHIVANI
Rudra surges forward, claiming my mouth in a savage kiss.
His tongue plunges between my lips, taking me with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt—he’s done holding back, and I am glad about that.
His hands roam my body, touching, grasping, claiming every inch like I belong to him.
And I do. His control snaps, unraveling completely as his hands slide under the hem of my nightgown, his fingers grazing the bare skin of my thighs. I gasp in his mouth as heat engulfs us.
He breaks the kiss, lips trailing down to my neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin there.
“You have no idea how crazy you drive me,” he groans against my throat. “I can’t hold back anymore. I need you so badly…”
“Rudra,” I breathe, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze.
My eyes are stuck on this beautiful man, and all I can think is I can never be enough for him.
He's gorgeous; me, on the other hand... My voice breaks as I look into his eyes, and a lump forms in my throat. “I have scars… and stretch marks.”
He pauses, his gaze locking onto mine. “Scars and stretch marks?” He asks, his hands finding my hips, and he rolls his finger into my hips an involuntary moan escapes my lips.
His gaze softens just a bit. “Darling, those are a part of who you are. They don’t change how beautiful you are to me.
” His demeanor shifts, and he pulls back, rising to his knees between my legs.
Then, in a voice that sends a shiver crawling down my spine, he commands, “Take off your gown.”
I hesitate, just for a moment, as a shiver runs down my spine. Under his intense gaze, I feel self-conscious, exposed in a way that’s more than physical. But the way he looks at me—like I’m the only thing in the world that matters—makes it impossible to say no. I want to give him everything.
I want to be his in every way possible. Only his.
I grip the hem of my nightgown and slowly begin to lift it over my head, revealing myself inch by inch. My heart races as my breath comes in short, uneven pants. And I wait, anxious, for his reaction.
His eyes rake over my body, devouring me in an intense gaze. Slowly. Reverently. There’s hunger in his gaze, something wild and raw, but there’s also awe—and something tender in the way he looks at me. His hands clench into fists at his sides as if he’s holding himself back.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. “So freaking gorgeous.”
Slowly, he leans in, grazing his fingers over my skin. I pant, breathless from the intensity in his eyes. “Now show me those scars of yours,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’m going to kiss them all. I’m going to make you forget about them.”
His hands move behind my back as he unhooks my bra and waits, his eyes searching mine, asking silently if it’s okay to continue.
I nod. Rudra slowly peels the fabric away from my body, never once breaking eye contact.
His fingers trail along my skin, exploring every curve, every swell with reverent care.
Then he leans in, his lips hovering above me, breath warm and slow.
“Show me,” he demands again, voice soft. “Show me your scars, darling. I want to kiss them all.” I shiver under his touch.
I trust him—I trust him with all of me. So, I lift my arm, revealing a faded scar along my shoulder.
He follows the motion, his gaze dropping to the mark before he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to it.
“Tell me about this one,” he murmurs.
And I do as he says. "I got this from the cigarette my father burnt on me," Rudra growls, his jaw clenching as if the thought of anyone ever hurting me makes his mind go wild. Still, his lips remain soft, comforting as he kisses the scar again.
“When you look at this scar,” he whispers, “I want you to remember me. Remember that no one will harm you ever again, because you’re mine, darling.
” He moves lower, kissing every scar, every stretch mark he finds, whispering words that melt me from the inside out—telling me I’m beautiful, I’m perfect, I’m his.
Each kiss makes me feel cherished in a way I never have before.
When he finishes kissing the last mark, he looks up, eyes blazing with something fierce and possessive. “You’re mine,” he says firmly. “Every part of you is mine, darling. Forever.”
His hand comes up to cup my right breast, squeezing gently. I shriek at the suddenness. Rudra chuckles darkly and teases me, his tongue and fingers moving in sync, coaxing responses from me I didn’t know I was capable of. I gasp, whimper, my body trembling beneath his touch.
“You’re so sensitive,” he says, voice rough with desire. “I love how you respond to me, darling.” When he pulls away, my body aches for more. I meet his gaze and see the hunger still burning there.
His fingers hook into my underwear, tugging slightly.
He looks at me again, waiting. I nod. With deliberate care, he pulls them down and off, leaving me completely bare.
My cheeks flush, but the way he looks at me—like I’m a masterpiece—makes the vulnerability almost bearable. No one has ever looked at me like that.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes. “Absolutely perfect.”
Using his legs, he gently nudges mine apart.
“Rudra,” I whisper, voice trembling, “It’s my first time.”
His eyes soften instantly. “I know.” He lies down on top of me, his weight making me feel safe, whole. I moan as his lips brush my earlobe.
“Today,” He rasps, “I’m going to make love to you, darling,” he whispers, then bites gently, making my back arch. “And from next time, I’m going to fuck you hard into oblivion.”
I gasp softly as he captures my lips again, dominating every move.
His fingers slip between my legs, his thumb finding my clit as he gently slides one finger inside me.
I hiss into his kiss, biting down on my lip.
He moves lower, kissing my pulse point and biting it just enough to make me grunt.
A second finger joins the first, and the stretch stings, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
“So fucking tight,” he groans, before biting down on my nipple and making me mewl. His touch is both pleasure and torment, his pace driving me closer to the edge until my legs are shaking and I fall apart in his arms.
He watches me, eyes full of heat and pride. “Such a perfect mess,” he says, smirking. The way he looks at me makes the heat return, slow and steady. He guides my hand to his waistband. I tug gently, looking up at him for permission. He nods.
My hands tremble as I undo his pants, nerves and excitement mixing in my chest. He stands tall, his arousal straining against his boxers. When they’re off, he leans down and kisses me slowly, softly. Tender. As if he is afraid of breaking me.
His hands cradle my face. “Are you sure about this?” He asks, voice low and full of concern.
I nod, breath hitching. “Yes.”
Sure, more than ever.
He positions himself between my legs, guiding himself to my entrance. “Look at me,” he whispers, and I do—eyes locked on his as he begins to push inside.
A sharp sting blooms, but he moves slowly, giving me time to adjust. He laces our fingers together, forehead resting against mine.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of my lips. “Just breathe, Shivani.”
I squeeze his hand as he continues moving, gentle but firm, until he’s fully seated inside me. The fullness is intense, unfamiliar, but not unbearable.
“You okay?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes,” I breathe, blinking back the tears. “Move, please.”
He begins to thrust, slow and measured. My body clings to his, each stroke pulling soft moans from my lips. The pain fades eventually, replaced by something deeper, something that makes me feel like I’m falling and flying at the same time.
“Rudra,” I cry, nails digging into his shoulders as he picks up the pace. The name falls from my lips again and again, like a broken prayer.
“Mine,” he growls, gripping my hips tighter. “You’re mine, Shivani.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “I’m yours. I’m yours, Rudra.” My breaths break as he drives me high and raw.
With one final thrust, we both shatter. Our bodies tremble, coming undone together. He collapses on top of me, his breath warm against my neck, our skin slick with sweat and love. He rolls to my side but doesn’t let go of my hand.
I turn to look at him, his eyes closed as he pants, “Did… did I satisfy you?” I ask softly, as red blooms on my cheeks. I want to be enough for him—in every way.
“Satisfy?” He chuckles as he faces me, “You were like a dream come true, baby.” He kisses my hair. “You were perfect.”
“Did I satisfy you?” He asks back, narrowing his eyes. “You didn’t fake any orgasms, did you?”
I laugh softly, feeling full of him. “I wouldn’t know how to. You’re my first, Rudra.”
I turn to face him better, and he kisses my nose. “And you’ll be my last.”
“Now,” he gets up, and I frown at the sudden absence of warmth.
“I’m going to bring a wipe to clean you up,” he informs me, winking, making my heart flutter.
“Then we’re dressing you up so you don’t catch a cold.
” He ruffles my hair, and I pout. I try to push myself up to follow him, but he gently lays me back down.
“No. You'll be sore. Let me do all the work, okay?” He says. And all I can do is smile at this man. My man.
“Then… Can we cuddle?” I ask.
“Of course. Is that even a question?” He grins, disappearing into the closet.
I lie there, staring up at the ceiling, my heart full. I have the best husband in the world.