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He held his body still. She arched her back, her body involuntarily wanting to escape the shocking invasion, but the heavy press of his body kept her still. Slowly, her body began adjusting to him inside her, and the sharp pain turned into throbbing. He then began to move.

He moved in slow, deep thrusts while continuing to kiss her. A gasp escaped her mouth each time he pushed the thick length of his hardness into her. The burning flames that had peaked earlier began to build once again inside her. Sweat covered their bodies, and she continued to dig her nails into his shoulders, holding on to him while he kept the steady rhythm of his thrusting.

Soon, his movements increased in intensity. The corded muscles on his broad back flexed under her fingers. Her blood heated and sizzled, and the flames grew higher while he fiercely claimed her.

Her entire body throbbed as she frantically held on to him. She floated into unconquered territory as he built up a rhythm, and her head trashed from side to side as she moaned and cried loudly. His name played on her lips between her gasps as he drove her over the edge.

The shocking pleasure built in intensity and rippled through her again, making her throw back her head and cry out.

Her body trembled and shook. His movements remained fierce, and she opened her eyes to see him watching her with his darkly handsome face twisted into a harsh passion. The veins on his neck and corded muscled arms stood out while he drove into her repeatedly. Just when she thought she couldn’t take the intense pleasure anymore, he threw his head back and let out a roar. Hot liquid entered her, and shocking pleasure once again consumed her. Dark spots covered her vision at the intensity.

It took a while for her to regain her senses, and when she did, his heavily muscled body was slumped over her. She heard his harsh breathing against her ears. Just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to breathe, he rolled to the side.

Cool air met the sweaty skin of her body only for a moment before he pulled her close against his hard chest. Slowly, her breathing calmed, and she became aware of everything, especially the throbbing soreness between her legs.

Her cheeks heated when her eyes met with his. She thought his eyes would look sated, but the dark intensity of his desire continued to burn.

“Ishani Thakvar,” he said softly, watching her.

She blinked, not understanding what he meant by that. A soft gasp escaped her when she felt the heat of his palm on her bare hip. The rough, calloused skin of his palm left goose bumps while moving over her hip.

Her body was sore, and she thought she was over-pleasured and wouldn’t be able to feel the pleasure once again, but his slow touch left a trail of fire. Her heart picked up speed when she felt the throbbing hardness of his desire.

With a smooth movement, he rolled on top of her again. His lips met with the fluttering pulse of her throat. While the desert storm raged outside the tent, she gave in to the magic once again.

CHAPTER 22

Ishani woke up to the sounds of men talking.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, and it took a moment to gather her bearings. She was lying on the soft sheets that smelled different, and instead of the large windows or French doors, multicolored carpets on the wall met with her vision.

She was in the desert tent of the holy land of Singoor.

She turned her head and saw that she was alone in the bed. The soreness of her body, especially between her legs, reminded her of the previous night’s events.

Shivay Thakvar made me his wife.

Her cheeks heated as she recalled their marriage being consummated more than once. The raw passion that burned between them continued until dawn when soft sunlight filtered through the corners of the tent.

She never thought she could feel such intense pleasure. And the pleasure wasn’t just from her body. She felt a soul-deep pleasure that made her heart sing each time she held Shivay Thakvar in her arms while he found his release inside her.

She missed him already and wished she had woken up in his arms. But she knew he had many important responsibilities which he had to take care of.

Smiling and ignoring the soreness in her body, she slowly got down from the bed and went into the bathroom to get ready. She took a quick bath, and then dusting the sand off the previous day’s clothes, she put them on.

She stepped out and went to the sitting area where she had dropped her veil the previous night. She was putting it on when the door to the tent opened, and Shivay Thakvar stepped inside.

Her cheeks heated when his eyes fell on her. She expected a smile, but the darkly handsome face remained unreadable as he watched her.

“Are you ready?” he asked. “Security is waiting outside.”

“Y-yes. I’m ready,” she said, unable to say anything else.

He nodded and then went around the tent to ensure the lamps were put out before joining her.

“Let’s go,” he said, leading her out of the tent.

The heat from his hand burned on her back even as coldness radiated from the man next to her. Shocked, confused, and hurt, she sat in the SUV while they prepared to return to the Thakvar mansion.

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