Page 50 of Twisted Sins

Her breathing continued to come out faster as she raised her other hand and traced the brown beads and tattoos around his left bicep with her fingers. His tanned skin was smooth yet rock-hard. She continued the journey upwards until her fingers brushed the back of his neck.

“Kiss me,” she murmured.

Even though he didn’t understand her, the tug on his neck and the look on her face as she waited with partially opened lips made her request obvious.

A long moment passed, and he didn’t move. Just when she thought he didn’t want to kiss her or maybe didn’t desire her, a large, calloused palm gripped the back of her neck.

She gasped at the pressure.

When his head began lowering, she braced herself for a brutal onslaught like his first savage kiss that left her lips bruised for two days.

This kiss was savage and primal like before, but her reaction was vastly different from the last time. Heat and awareness erupted in her shivering body.

His lips fused with hers while his tongue forced her lips apart before plunging deep into her mouth. Her head spun as the warm, clean, and spicy masculine taste of him filled her senses.

A moan escaped her throat while his tongue plunged over and over into the deep recess of her mouth, tasting her and leaving his taste behind. Shocking sensations and cravings filled her body. With each plunge of his hot tongue, she felt a tug deep inside her womb.

She felt shockingly overwhelmed and consumed by his overpowering maleness. She tried to move back and maintain some distance, but a rough growl emitted his throat, and the long, masculine fingers tightened on her neck, holding her mercilessly in place to the heated demand of his kiss.

Her knees and legs weakened completely, and she would have slipped under the water, but her demon husband’s grip held her up. She felt his arms move, and he gripped her hips. And without breaking the kiss, he walked out of the pond.

Water sluiced down their bodies while he carried her somewhere. Her fingers clutched his broad shoulders, and her legs automatically wrapped around his hips. Soon, her back met with the cold stone of a cave while her demon husband’s hard, naked body covered her from the front. The thin, wet material of her dress clung to her skin and made the sensations increase tenfold.

She felt the hardened tips of her breasts brushing against his muscled chest, making her gasp at the pleasure. She could also feel the hardness of his arousal between her legs through her wet clothes. Although it felt massive and intimidating, she felt a throbbing between her legs with an ache deep inside.

She raised her hips and pushed against his arousal, wanting to feel more of the friction. He let out a deep growl before his hands gripped the side of her long skirt and yanked it up, baring her legs.

Suddenly, he froze. And then, the heat of his mouth left hers as he raised his head. His breaths were fast and deep as he watched her for a moment before his grip on her loosened.

Her wobbly legs lowered to the ground, and she held the cave wall behind her for support. Her mind was still in a passionate haze when she heard the screeching cry of a bird.

It was an eagle.

The demon’s grey eyes swept over her once before his jaw clenched. A moment later, he stepped out of the cave and walked naked to the place where his clothes were kept.

She watched him as he wore his clothes and picked up his weapon before leaving the pond without even glancing back at her. She remained slumped against the stone wall, with her heart racing, and her breaths loud inside the cave.

What the hell happened?

She had almost lost her virginity to Rudra Kabali, her savage demon husband, inside a desert cave.

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Later that morning, Uma and Rumi found her wet and shivering inside her tent. Although her clothes had mostly dried and the weather was getting warmer, she shivered because of what nearly happened that morning.

Rumi and Uma exchanged knowing glances, probably guessing her state had something to do with her demon husband.

She took a long bath, trying to push away the feelings her demon husband aroused inside her. She wiped her body rigorously and wore dry clothes.

I have to be careful. I can’t give in to him unless he meets my condition.

Never did she think a grey-eyed demon would arouse such strong, intense feelings of desire in her.

She realized it was because she didn’t have any experience.

Rahul was her boyfriend, but their relationship wasn’t that of passion.

But now, she wished she had more expertise in passion, especially in the art of seduction. Clearly, the demon had more experience and expertise than her when it came to passion.

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