Ch45Surrendering to You #3
The sudden, electrifying sensation of his hot tongue feathering against her neck caught Rivanya completely off guard.
A soft gasp left her lips, and her nails instinctively dug deep into the smooth muscles of his back, scratching him in a desperate bid for grounding.
Yet, the sharp sting of that pain felt deeply satisfying to both of them, a raw acknowledgment of the madness consuming them.
Slowly, deliberately, Rudraksh continued to worship her skin, his lips tasting her as he moved upward along the path of that vein until he finally reached the tiny mole on her neck.
Stopping right there, he pressed a soft, lingering, and fiercely passionate kiss directly against the mole on her throat.
Rivanya's breath stopped completely in her lungs.
This beautiful torment, this absolute peace, this breathtaking stillness it was a cascade of emotions she had never experienced in her entire life.
Completely overwhelmed by the depth of his desire, she let go of the world, losing herself entirely in the sanctuary of his arms.
The burning silence of the room was heavy with the sound of their shallow breathing.
The rules they had written, the barriers they had built, and the distance they had tried to keep all dissolved in the intense heat of the moment.
Trapped against the wall, Rivanya could feel the frantic, wild beating of Rudraksh's heart matching her own, an echo of the silent surrender passing between them.
Khud se khali ho jaaun
Aaja tujhse bhar jaaun
Tinka tinka jal jaaun
Aise jala do.. ho
Tairun mein tan pe tere
Thehrun angon pe tere
Gehri jo khahish teri
Unmein duba do..
Na yaad teri tujhko
Na yaad mujhe hoon mein
Aa mujhko pehen le tu
Tujhko odh lun main...
The music continued to play softly in the background, keeping both Rudraksh and Rivanya completely anchored in their own private, heated world.
They remained entirely lost in the lingering magic of each other's presence until the final notes of the song drifted into total silence.
The sudden, absolute quiet inside the massive bedroom acted like a bucket of ice water, snapping them back to reality.
Both of their eyes flew open at the exact same time.
The instant their gazes locked in the clear light of the quiet room, a terrifying, heavy realization washed over them.
They suddenly understood exactly what they had been doing, how far they had let their defenses fall, and how dangerously close they had come to crossing the line.
In a split second, the intoxicating spell shattered into a million pieces.
They violently pulled away from each other with a sudden, panicked jolt, their movements awkward and frantic as a suffocating wave of embarrassment and sheer shyness crashed over them.
Rivanya's entire face flushed a deep, burning crimson.
Overwhelmed by the sheer intimacy of what had just transpired, she didn't say a single word.
Turning on her heel, she bolted straight inside the safety of the bathroom, shutting the heavy door behind her with a definitive thud and locking it with trembling fingers.
On the outside, Rudraksh remained standing frozen against the cold wall. His chest was heaving up and down, his muscles tight as he desperately, helplessly tried to bring his ragged, chaotic breathing back under his complete control.
My mind was spiraling out of control, the questions multiplying until my head felt like it was going to burst.
Needing a distraction, I forced my heavy legs to move across the floor.
I walked over to the side table, picked up the crystal glass, and drank the cold water in one desperate, aggressive gulp.
But the icy fluid did absolutely nothing to extinguish the strange, terrifying fire that was currently mutating inside my veins.
In all my years of practicing strict celibacy, maintaining total control over my physical and mental impulses, such a terrifying lapse in sanity had never occurred.
I had never lost my senses like this. I had never let an external touch completely paralyze my judgment.
And yet, beneath the confusion, a dangerous truth was whispering to me everything about that touch felt entirely new, entirely raw, and terribly, beautifully good.
What is happening to me? Why am I finding comfort in this chaos?
I marched over to the edge of the bed and slammed myself down onto the mattress, burying my head in my hands as the silence of the room closed in on me.
"Is Vyom actually right? Are his words turning into reality? Am I secretly starting to feel something for Rivanya...?"
The thought made me freeze. "No! No, how can that even be possible? My heart has spent a lifetime learning how to hate, how to build walls, and how to keep people out. How can a heart that knows nothing but bitter darkness suddenly learn how to love? No, this is completely impossible.
I refuse to accept it."
Suddenly, the air inside my own master bedroom felt incredibly thick, suffocating me.
A strange, suffocating panic gripped my throat as I realized a terrifying fact how was I supposed to face her when she finally walked out of that bathroom?
How was I supposed to look into her eyes after what I had just done to her neck?
Unable to breathe under the weight of my own thoughts, I stood up abruptly.
I grabbed my t-shirt from the bed and began pulling it over my head.
As I glanced into the mirror to straighten it, my eyes suddenly caught the reflection of my bare back.
There, tracing along my skin, were several bright red scratches, with tiny droplets of blood welling up to the surface.
They were the undeniable, chaotic marks left behind by Rivanya's nails when she had lost herself in my touch.
A sudden, unexplainable wave of warmth rushed through me.
For a split second, looking at those painful marks didn't anger me at all in fact, a deep, hidden sense of dark satisfaction settled in my chest, and I actually liked seeing what she had done to me.
But the moment my rational mind kicked back in, I violently shook the dangerous feeling out of my head, thoroughly alarmed by my own reaction.
The bedroom had become an emotional battlefield, and I couldn't stay in it for another second.
I checked my clothes, turned away from the mirror, and marched out of the room, heading straight toward my private gym down the hall.
I needed a brutal, exhausting workout to burn off this chaotic energy, hoping that the physical pain would finally clear my head and help me forget the scent of her skin.
The moment the lock clicked into place, my strength completely evaporated.
I leaned heavily against the cold surface of the bathroom door, my back pressed flat against it as my lungs desperately fought for oxygen.
My breath was shallow and dangerously fast, and a violent tremor took over my entire body.
My hands were shaking, and my legs felt so incredibly weak that it felt like they wouldn't be able to hold my weight for another second; my knees were literally on the verge of buckling beneath me.
Rudraksh's searing kiss, and the electrifying sensation of his warm tongue tracing my skin, was still violently echoing through my entire body, setting every single nerve ending on fire.
I had never, ever experienced a feeling like this in my entire life.
That beautiful, torturous ache, that deep spiritual peace whatever it was, I didn't have a name for it.
But inside the deepest corners of my soul, I knew I loved it.
I loved every single second of it. When I fell in love with Rudraksh, I did it unconditionally, without harboring a single expectation of receiving his affection or rights in return.
But tonight, after what just happened, a quiet, desperate desire has begun to wake up in my heart.
A beautiful dream, entirely centered around him, has taken root.
Will this desire ever be fulfilled? Will he ever truly accept me as his?
Losing myself in those thoughts, my hand instinctively rose to my neck.
My trembling fingertips gently brushed against the exact spot on my throat that Rudraksh had just worshipped the tiny mole where his lips had lingered.
The moment my fingers touched my skin, my eyes tightly shut all over again, as if my body was physically replaying the heat of his lips.
"No, Rivanya. Control yourself. You need to get a grip on your emotions right now," I whispered to my reflection, trying to ground my racing heart.
Forcing my legs to move, I walked over to the washbasin, splashed cold water over my burning face, and freshened up. After gathering every ounce of courage left in my body, I unlocked the door and finally stepped back out into the bedroom.
The moment I looked around, a massive wave of relief washed over me. The space was completely empty; Rudraksh was nowhere to be seen. This is my perfect chance. I need to quietly go to sleep right now, and whatever happens, I will deal with it in the morning.
A brilliant, unstoppable smile broke across my face.
I was so incredibly happy, my heart dancing with pure joy, that I practically leaped onto my side of the bed.
In one swift, chaotic motion, I yanked the heavy blanket over my body, completely burying myself beneath it as if I could hide my overflowing happiness from the rest of the world.
Reaching out, I clicked the switch on the nightstand, instantly plunging the grand bedroom into total darkness.
Deep down, I knew that after a magical, breathless night like this, sleep was going to be absolutely impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, his intense gaze filled my vision. But still, clutching the blanket tightly against my chest, I closed my eyes and desperately tried my best to fall asleep.
The next morning arrived with a crisp, golden light piercing through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom.
Before the first rays of the sun could fully wake Rudraksh, Rivanya was already up.
Her heart was still hammering against her ribs from the ghost of last night's electric proximity, and the sheer embarrassment of facing him made her move like a shadow.