Using his legs, he gently nudges mine apart.
“Rudra,” I whisper, voice trembling, “It’s my first time.”
His eyes soften instantly. “I know.” He lies down on top of me, his weight making me feel safe, whole. I moan as his lips brush my earlobe.
“Today,” He rasps, “I’m going to make love to you, darling,” he whispers, then bites gently, making my back arch. “And from next time, I’m going to fuck you hard into oblivion.”
I gasp softly as he captures my lips again, dominating every move.
His fingers slip between my legs, his thumb finding my clit as he gently slides one finger inside me. I hiss into his kiss, biting down on my lip. He moves lower, kissing my pulse point and biting it just enough to make me grunt. A second finger joins the first, and the stretch stings, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
“So fucking tight,” he groans, before biting down on my nipple and making me mewl. His touch is both pleasure andtorment, his pace driving me closer to the edge until my legs are shaking and I fall apart in his arms.
He watches me, eyes full of heat and pride. “Such a perfect mess,” he says, smirking. The way he looks at me makes the heat return, slow and steady. He guides my hand to his waistband. I tug gently, looking up at him for permission. He nods.
My hands tremble as I undo his pants, nerves and excitement mixing in my chest. He stands tall, his arousal straining against his boxers. When they’re off, he leans down and kisses me slowly, softly. Tender. As if he is afraid of breaking me.
His hands cradle my face. “Are you sure about this?” He asks, voice low and full of concern.
I nod, breath hitching. “Yes.”
Sure, more than ever.
He positions himself between my legs, guiding himself to my entrance. “Look at me,” he whispers, and I do—eyes locked on his as he begins to push inside.
A sharp sting blooms, but he moves slowly, giving me time to adjust. He laces our fingers together, forehead resting against mine.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of my lips. “Just breathe, Shivani.”
I squeeze his hand as he continues moving, gentle but firm, until he’s fully seated inside me. The fullness is intense, unfamiliar, but not unbearable.
“You okay?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes,” I breathe, blinking back the tears. “Move, please.”
He begins to thrust, slow and measured. My body clings to his, each stroke pulling soft moans from my lips. The pain fades eventually, replaced by something deeper, something that makes me feel like I’m falling and flying at the same time.
“Rudra,” I cry, nails digging into his shoulders as he picks up the pace. The name falls from my lips again and again, like a broken prayer.
“Mine,” he growls, gripping my hips tighter. “You’re mine, Shivani.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “I’m yours. I’m yours, Rudra.” My breaths break as he drives me high and raw.
With one final thrust, we both shatter. Our bodies tremble, coming undone together. He collapses on top of me, his breath warm against my neck, our skin slick with sweat and love. He rolls to my side but doesn’t let go of my hand.
I turn to look at him, his eyes closed as he pants, “Did… did I satisfy you?” I ask softly, as red blooms on my cheeks. I want to be enough for him—in every way.
“Satisfy?” He chuckles as he faces me, “You were like a dream come true, baby.” He kisses my hair. “You were perfect.”
“Did I satisfy you?” He asks back, narrowing his eyes. “You didn’t fake any orgasms, did you?”
I laugh softly, feeling full of him. “I wouldn’t know how to. You’re my first, Rudra.”
I turn to face him better, and he kisses my nose. “And you’ll be my last.”
“Now,” he gets up, and I frown at the sudden absence of warmth. “I’m going to bring a wipe to clean you up,” he informs me, winking, making my heart flutter. “Then we’re dressing you up so you don’t catch a cold.” He ruffles my hair, and I pout. I try to push myself up to follow him, but he gently lays me back down.
“No. You'll be sore. Let me do all the work, okay?” He says. And all I can do is smile at this man.My man.
