Page 181 of One Hellish Love

“I love you,” she whispered into his ear as her arms tightened around his neck.

Her feet dangled above the ground, suspended in his strong hold, and her heart raced, beating in sync with his.

Rudra smirked as the words slipped from her lips. Their love didn’t need constant confessions, but every time they did, it reignited something even deeper between them, something primal.

“I love you too.”

He pulled her tighter, his grip possessive, and she let out a small squeal of surprise.

“Ow, put me down!” she patted his back, wriggling against him, trying to land her feet back on the floor. But she wasn’t really fighting—she loved the way his arms made her feel, safe, adored.

“Say sorry first.”

“Sorry? For what?”

“For doubting my love,” he whispered brushing his lips at the corner of her ear. The sensation made her blush deepen. Histeasing, coupled with his undeniable intensity, was driving her wild.

“Seriously?” She couldn’t help but laugh again, even though her body ached to be closer to him. “Come on.”

“Say it,” he urged, pulling her even closer until her soft body was pressed fully against him. The warmth, the closeness—it was all too much.

“Okay, fine. Sorry!” she finally surrendered, her voice breathless, though it felt like more than just an apology. It was giving in, letting go, letting him have her.

But he wasn’t satisfied yet. He slowly lowered her back to the ground, his hands sliding from her waist to cup her face.

“Not enough,” he murmured, his dark eyes locked onto hers, filled with a burning intensity that made her breath hitch. “I need more.”

Her giggles faded as she gazed up at him, her lips parting slightly. The way he looked at her made her knees weak—like she was the only thing in his world, like he needed her as much as the air he breathed.

Without another word, he lowered his lips to her cheek, pressing a kiss there—soft, lingering. Then another kiss on her other cheek. She could barely keep herself standing when his lips brushed her forehead, her nose, and finally, they hovered dangerously close to her mouth.

Her body ached for him to close the distance and he did. When he finally kissed her lips, it was slow, deliberate, filled with everything he had been holding back. The kiss was soft but intense, and as she kissed him back, she could feel every ounce of his longing, his desperation to be with her.

She gripped his wrists as if grounding herself in the overwhelming sensations, her body pressing against his, wanting more. But just when she thought he would pull away, he deepened the kiss, taking it further, and her restraint broke.She kissed him back harder, her fingers sliding up his arms to his shoulders, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt. His hands slid from her face to her waist, pulling her even closer as if he could never have enough of her.

Rudra’s mouth traveled from her lips to her jaw, trailing down to her neck. He kissed the soft skin there, his lips lingering at her neckline, sending shivers of desire coursing through her. Kashish tilted her head back, surrendering to the feel of his lips against her skin, her breathing growing heavy. His mouth dipped lower, his kisses now trailing toward her collarbone.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as his lips brushed her neckline, leaving a trail of warmth wherever they touched. A gasp left her lips when his mouth dropped to the sensitive skin near her cleavage.

“Rudra…” she whispered, but the word was lost as his hand brushed the edge of her breast, his touch gentle yet electrifying. Her body ached for more, for him. She arched into him, her hands clinging to his shoulders, her lips seeking his once again. This time, she kissed him with all the love and desperation she had been holding back, her lips soft but fervent against his.

Each kiss, each touch was a promise—of love, of commitment, of never letting go. It wasn’t just desire; it was the deep, overwhelming connection they shared, a bond that couldn’t be broken.

When they finally pulled back, both breathless, their foreheads touched as they stood there, lost in each other.

“Don’t ever think I’d leave you, Kashish,” he whispered. “If I were capable of that, we wouldn’t have made it this far.”

“I know.” Her eyes brimmed with love.

She pressed her lips to his once more, sealing that promise.

“Thank you for giving me all of you.”

Her hands moved to his chest again, her fingers stroking his skin with a tenderness that stirred something deep within him.

It had been an impossible decision for Rudra—facing his deepest fears head-on. He had spent years running from them, but now, he realized that for them to truly move forward, to build a future, he had to open up, let her in, and let her help him face those fears. Only by working together on their insecurities could they fully grow as a couple.

“I should leave before Daadi finds me here,” she said quietly, pulling away.

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