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She bit her lip, fighting the moan building in her throat. He trailed lower, his lips blazing a path down her stomach. He paused at her navel, his tongue dipping, making her gasp again. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the sheer control he held in check.
He pushed down her panties, and then his hands slid under her thighs, spreading her legs wider. Her face burned and shetried to control her heaving breaths as he looked between her legs. And then, his eyes met hers. He held her gaze for a moment, a dark challenge in his eyes. Then he lowered his head between her legs.
The first touch of his tongue was electric. A jolt shot through her, and her back arched off the bed. He didn’t tease. He feasted. His tongue was relentless, exploring her, tasting her, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves and circling it with firm, rhythmic strokes. Her breath hitched, then came in ragged gasps. Her hips lifted instinctively, seeking more of the devastating pressure. A low moan escaped her, unbidden, as pleasure coiled tight in her belly, hot and demanding.
She clawed at the soft sheets as his tongue moved with cruel precision. Every flick sent liquid fire through her veins, her body betraying her with every ragged gasp. She tried to choke back the sounds rising in her throat, but a broken whimper escaped when he sucked hard on her intimate bud. Her thighs trembled against his shoulders.
He didn’t relent. His hands pinned her hips down, forcing her to take the full, devastating intensity of his mouth. Heat pooled low in her belly, coiling tighter with each stroke. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her unravel.
But her body was a traitor. Her back arched off the mattress, seeking more of that wicked tongue, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
Soon, her control shattered. A choked sob tore from her throat as the coil inside her snapped. Pleasure detonated, white-hot and blinding, radiating outwards until every nerve screamed. Her body bowed violently off the bed, held down only by his iron grip on her hips. “Ram!” The name ripped from her, echoing in the vast room as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
He lifted his head slowly, his lips glistening, his gaze locked on her flushed, trembling form. Her chest heaved, her eyes wide and dazed. A predatory satisfaction glinted in his dark eyes. “Does my touch still disgust you?” His deep voice cut through the haze of her climax.
Sanjana dragged in a shuddering breath. The aftershocks still pulsed through her, but angry defiance flared hot in her chest. “Yes,” she lied. She met his stare, chin lifted, ignoring the wetness between her thighs that screamed otherwise.
Ram’s dark chuckle was a rumble against her body. “Then let’s see if you can endure yet another night of your unwanted duty,” he said.
His powerful frame settled between her legs until she felt his hardness against her entrance, hot and heavy. And then he took her. But not in the desperate, hungry way they had spent the last two nights. This time, he was slow, agonizingly so.
He drove her crazy with his slow thrusts. Her inner muscles clenched helplessly around him, seeking movement, seeking the friction her body screamed for. But he didn’t give her what she wanted. He moved slowly, his gaze locked on her face, watching the battle between pride and desire in her eyes.
Her breath came out raggedly, her hips lifting instinctively only to be pinned back down by the weight of his body, his control absolute. Sweat beaded on her skin, her fingers twisting in the sheets as she fought the urge to writhe, to demand.
He watched her unravel with a predatory gaze, while he moved slowly against her.
He then lowered his head, and his teeth grazed her neck, and his tongue traced the shell of her ear, making her shiver in desire. She felt the stubble of his jaw rubbing against her sensitive skin.
“Still disgusted?” His voice was a low growl against her ear, his breath hot. He withdrew almost completely, leaving herachingly empty, hovering on the edge of the orgasm. Her hips lifted off the bed, seeking him, a silent, desperate plea.
He chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound that vibrated through her. “Use your words, Doctor. Tell me what you want.”
“I-I want you to make me come,” she gritted.
He raised his head, and his eyes glittered darkly. And then, he began to move. He thrust back into her, hard and deep, stealing her breath. There was no more slow teasing. It was pure hunger and possession. He drove into her with brutal, relentless strokes, each thrust hitting a spot that sent sparks dancing behind her eyelids.
Her nails dug into the muscles of his back, and she bit the hard muscle of his shoulder. Soon, she shattered violently with a scream. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around him, drawing his release. A harsh groan tore from his chest as he emptied himself deep inside her.
He collapsed onto his forearms above her, breathing heavily, his sweat mingling with hers on the tangled sheets. For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breaths in the silence.
“I hate you,” she whispered, desperate to protect her heart even though her body had surrendered. “I will leave when the contract ends.”
He didn't respond. Instead, he rolled off her and pulled her limp body with him. He dragged her against him until her head rested on top of his chest. She tried to move away, but his heavy, muscled arm lay across her in a possessive hold. The familiar smell of citrus and sandalwood tingled her nose, soothing her.
And though she told herself it was weakness to give in, her body betrayed her by drifting into sleep to the steady rhythm of his heart.
CHAPTER 41
Rewa Palace
The private sitting room was quiet, softened by the glow of brass lamps. Suchitra Devi sat alone at her carved desk.
Her fingers hovered over the phone for a moment longer than necessary before she finally dialed. When the call connected, she drew in a slow breath.
“I need your help,” she said, her voice steady, precise, yet holding the faintest strain beneath its surface.
There was a silence on the other end.
