CHAPTER NINE #3
He bent his head once more, capturing her lips in another bruising kiss, while his hands moved with urgent precision.
He pulled the silk drape of her saree aside, his fingers finding the hooks of her backless blouse.
With a sharp tug, he pulled the blouse and her bra down, baring one beautiful, flushed breast to the cool air of the suite.
He didn't hesitate. He captured its dusky nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak with a gentle, agonizing bite.
Serena moaned aloud, a raw sound of pure surrender. She held his head tightly to her breast, her fingers threading frantically through his hair, pleading silently for more.
Rudraksh obliged with a low, guttural growl of male satisfaction.
He pulled her clothes down further, baring her other breast, his large hand kneading the soft flesh roughly before he closed his lips over the peak.
He bit hard, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips, and then buried his face in the deep, warm valley between her beautiful, voluptuous breasts, inhaling the intoxicating scent of jasmine and heat.
Serena’s hands were moving just as frantically.
She gripped the hem of his tailored shirt, pulling it sharply from the waistband of his trousers.
She slid her cool palms beneath the fine fabric, pressing herself desperately to his hard, heavily muscled male chest, tracing the thick ridges of his scars.
He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her away from the door and laying her down prone on the bed.
Rudraksh followed her down, his body pressing her into the mattress. He was on top of her, his lips burning a trail of fire down her stomach, his hands working with efficiency. He kissed his way down her body, pulling the silk of her underskirt down as he moved toward his ultimate prize.
When he reached the soft mound of hair covering her most intimate, womanly place, he pressed a searing, open-mouthed kiss directly over it.
He heard her moan—a beautiful, shattered sound that fueled the fire in his blood.
His hand moved between her thighs, seeking the slick, burning heat of her. He inserted one long finger deep inside her, and Serena arched her back, her hips lifting almost off the mattress as she gasped and moaned in blinding pleasure.
"Oh my God!" Serena cried out, her legendary composure decimated. Her hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white. "Stop please... don't stop!" she moaned, thrashing her head side to side on the pillows.
Rudraksh smiled against her skin, a fiercely possessive curve of his lips. He moved his hand, in and out, inserting one, then two fingers, stretching her gently, claiming her thoroughly as he listened to the staccato sighs and gasps filling the quiet suite.
She couldn't wait any longer. She needed him with a desperation that terrified her. She spread her thighs in breathless anticipation, her body practically vibrating with the demand to have him.
Kneeling between her parted thighs, Rudraksh’s dark eyes locked onto hers—intense, burning, and wholly devoted. He undid his pants with a swift motion and pulled them down. His manhood sprang forth, tall, thick, and incredibly strong.
Serena gasped, her eyes widening slightly at its sheer length and breadth. The thought of that weight inside her, stretching her, claiming her, left her aching and throbbing in places she never even knew existed.
Rudraksh reached out, placing his large, calloused hands firmly on her knees. He spread her thighs further apart, opening her to him, and then he plunged into her with one long, incredibly hard, deep thrust.
Serena cried out, her nails digging into the mattress as the initial, sharp stretch of pain quickly dissolved, blooming into instant, mind-altering pleasure.
He slowly withdrew, the friction agonizingly sweet, and plunged in again.
Her moans became louder, more unrestrained. She began to lift her hips, matching the urgent, primal rhythm of his movements, demanding everything he had to give.
His thrusts grew harder and deeper, the rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding echoing in the luxurious suite. They both moaned and gasped, lost in the immense, overwhelming pleasure of it all, the world outside Meherlyn House forgotten.
Finally, with a hoarse, guttural roar, Rudraksh drove into her one last time, his body going rigid as he poured himself into her.
He collapsed heavily on top of her, his chest heaving, his face buried deep in the crook of her neck. Their bodies remained intimately joined, their hearts hammering a frantic, synchronized beat against each other.
Rudraksh didn't pull away. He held her tight, his lips trailing soft, wet kisses along her collarbone as he licked and sucked the sensitive skin of her throat. He brushed feather-light kisses all over her flushed face, tasting the salt of her sweat on her temples and cheeks.
And then, he shifted his weight slightly, capturing her mouth in a kiss of dark, consuming passion, thrusting his tongue into the deep recesses of her mouth, silently swearing that she would be his storm, in this life and the next.