“I don’t want you to be patient,” I whisper as my lips tremble with shyness.
His lips crash onto mine with a need that steals my breath. His hands trail down my sides, gripping my hips, his body pressing against mine. He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. His breath is hot against my skin.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, darling,” he murmurs, voice gruff. “You don’t know how close I am to losing control.”
“Lose control,” I plead softly. “Please. I want you to lose control.”
Rudra growls low in his throat, his body going taut. “You’re playing with fire,” he warns, eyes dark and wild. “But if this is what you want—then I can’t hold back any longer.”
40
SHIVANI
Rudra surges forward, claiming my mouth in a savage kiss. His tongue plunges between my lips, taking me with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt—he’s done holding back, and I am glad about that. His hands roam my body, touching, grasping, claiming every inch like I belong to him. And I do. His control snaps, unraveling completely as his hands slide under the hem of my nightgown, his fingers grazing the bare skin of my thighs. I gasp in his mouth as heat engulfs us.
He breaks the kiss, lips trailing down to my neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin there.
“You have no idea how crazy you drive me,” he groans against my throat. “I can’t hold back anymore. I need you so badly…”
“Rudra,” I breathe, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze. My eyes are stuck on this beautiful man, and all I can think is I can never be enough for him. He's gorgeous; me, on the other hand... My voice breaks as I look into his eyes, and a lump forms in my throat. “I have scars… and stretch marks.”
He pauses, his gaze locking onto mine. “Scars and stretch marks?” He asks, his hands finding my hips, and he rolls his finger into my hips an involuntary moan escapes my lips. Hisgaze softens just a bit. “Darling, those are a part of who you are. They don’t change how beautiful you are to me.” His demeanor shifts, and he pulls back, rising to his knees between my legs. Then, in a voice that sends a shiver crawling down my spine, he commands, “Take off your gown.”
I hesitate, just for a moment, as a shiver runs down my spine. Under his intense gaze, I feel self-conscious, exposed in a way that’s more than physical. But the way he looks at me—like I’m the only thing in the world that matters—makes it impossible to say no. I want to give him everything.
I want to be his in every way possible. Only his.
I grip the hem of my nightgown and slowly begin to lift it over my head, revealing myself inch by inch. My heart races as my breath comes in short, uneven pants. And I wait, anxious, for his reaction.
His eyes rake over my body, devouring me in an intense gaze. Slowly. Reverently. There’s hunger in his gaze, something wild and raw, but there’s also awe—and something tender in the way he looks at me. His hands clench into fists at his sides as if he’s holding himself back.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. “So freaking gorgeous.”
Slowly, he leans in, grazing his fingers over my skin. I pant, breathless from the intensity in his eyes. “Now show me those scars of yours,” he whispers against my mouth. “I’m going to kiss them all. I’m going to make you forget about them.”
His hands move behind my back as he unhooks my bra and waits, his eyes searching mine, asking silently if it’s okay to continue. I nod. Rudra slowly peels the fabric away from my body, never once breaking eye contact. His fingers trail along myskin, exploring every curve, every swell with reverent care. Then he leans in, his lips hovering above me, breath warm and slow.
“Show me,” he demands again, voice soft. “Show me your scars, darling. I want to kiss them all.” I shiver under his touch.
I trust him—I trust him with all of me. So, I lift my arm, revealing a faded scar along my shoulder.
He follows the motion, his gaze dropping to the mark before he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to it.
“Tell me about this one,” he murmurs.
And I do as he says. "I got this from the cigarette my father burnt on me," Rudra growls, his jaw clenching as if the thought of anyone ever hurting me makes his mind go wild. Still, his lips remain soft, comforting as he kisses the scar again.
“When you look at this scar,” he whispers, “I want you to remember me. Remember that no one will harm you ever again, because you’re mine, darling.” He moves lower, kissing every scar, every stretch mark he finds, whispering words that melt me from the inside out—telling me I’m beautiful, I’m perfect, I’m his. Each kiss makes me feel cherished in a way I never have before.
When he finishes kissing the last mark, he looks up, eyes blazing with something fierce and possessive. “You’re mine,” he says firmly. “Every part of you is mine, darling. Forever.”
His hand comes up to cup my right breast, squeezing gently. I shriek at the suddenness. Rudra chuckles darkly and teases me, his tongue and fingers moving in sync, coaxing responses from me I didn’t know I was capable of. I gasp, whimper, my body trembling beneath his touch.
“You’re so sensitive,” he says, voice rough with desire. “I love how you respond to me, darling.” When he pulls away, my body aches for more. I meet his gaze and see the hunger still burning there.
His fingers hook into my underwear, tugging slightly. He looks at me again, waiting. I nod. With deliberate care, he pulls them down and off, leaving me completely bare. My cheeks flush, but the way he looks at me—like I’m a masterpiece—makes the vulnerability almost bearable. No one has ever looked at me like that.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes. “Absolutely perfect.”
