But my body still ached for more. My mind still longed, and my heart felt empty like a clear sky full of light, waiting for clouds to finally rain.
He had turned me into a beautiful mess, scattered among rose petals as the soft lamps dimmed with every passing moment. Sweat rolled down his body; pleasure spilt from mine in response.
The night deepened. Silence spread outside the chamber, but inside, it was filled with our breathless moans and groans. He pressed his forehead against the side of mine, and I closed my eyes.
This time, I released faster. My body grew weak, unable to hold itself together any longer. I had lost myself entirely to him. I didn’t know how he read my body and mind like an open book. Everything felt perfect. It was nothing beyond my limits, yet fulfilling me completely.
I was turning sore; my core throbbed with ache.
“My legs are hurting,” I cried.
He sat up and gently flipped me onto my stomach. My lips parted as I inhaled deeply. Pressing my legs together, he caressed my calves, smoothing his hands along them before lying over me and entering me from behind.
I shut my eyes as my body stretched wide for him. His chest pressed against my back. I clenched the sheets above my head, and he caught both my hands, intertwining his fingers with mine. I pushed into his grip. The penetrating sweetness made me moan slowly.
He moved my hair aside, released one hand, and pressed his lips to my ear.
His groans grew wilder, and my ankles lifted, crossing instinctively. The sound of my anklet bells rang loudly in the chamber as he continued thrusting into me harder.
It felt as though he filled me with air every time he pulled back, and with every push forward, he drained me of it entirely.
His deep, sinful voice spilt into my ear, stripping me of sanity and shame.
I felt like a devoted wife taking him in fully; his breathless groans were proof. The thought sent a shiver of pride through me.
He kept guiding his hips into me, sinking into my wetness until I shattered once more into intense waves of pleasure, leaving me nearly unconscious and powerless.
I panted, hard. He kissed my cheek gently and murmured,“One more.”
I inhaled deeply.“I cannot,” I whispered.
“Oh, my love, I am sure you can handle one more.”
I bit my lips, moaning, and closed my eyes briefly as he shifted me onto my back again, and I immediately pulled him over me.
My mind was hazed. I held his length, adjusting it between us. I moaned and saw stars when he pushed inside slowly again.
As he settled deep, I wrapped my arms around his back, sliding my hands to his hips, guiding him. The thrusts began slowly and deep at first, then urged him harder, faster.
He groaned in my ear, nibbling my earlobe.
Within moments, another storm built inside me. I tightened around him. When he found a faster, deeper rhythm, my breathing shook. My knees weakened, and I couldn’t keep them lifted.
Suddenly, he seized both my arms and pinned them above my head. A sharp shiver tore through me as he groaned harder.
His thrusts turned brutal and intense enough to draw tears to my eyes. I was close, so close, and then he shook.
As he drove deeper, my core pulsed, releasing at the same instant.
He kissed my lips, and I felt his warmth spill inside me. A single tear slid down my cheek, born of exhaustion and surrender.
He released my hands, and I lay there, sucking on my dry lips.
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42. Agastya
Detaching myself from her, I lay beside her. My chest heaved with heavy, ragged breaths. I could feel the last traces of energy draining from me. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I pushed my hair aside, letting a bit of air reach my face.
