She smiled.“Nandani came to take her right after she was asleep. She thanked us for calming her down.”
I nodded, sitting up, and grabbed her hand, pulling her with me.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, startled.
I said nothing and lifted her in my arms.
“To bathe with me.”
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My eyes widened in surprise.
“Why? I already took a bath, see?” I said, pointing at myself.“I’m ready.”
He pecked my nose.“Who told you to get ready?” he murmured.“You’ll be ready when I allow you to be.”
My smile faltered just a little as he stepped into the bathing chamber. The air still carried the fragrance of oils and herbs from my earlier bath. I giggled as he walked straight into the pool, and I felt the cool water splashing against my skin.
But my laughter softened when he loosened his hold and stepped back. As his green, predatory eyes darkened, I lowered my gaze shyly and splashed water at his face. But he didn’t laugh.
When I was about to go for it again, he caught my wrist and pulled me into him. Our chests collided, and in one fluid motion, he turned me, wrapped an arm around my waist, and tugged my dupatta free from my shoulders.
My breath hitched as memories of the night before rushed through me. The way he felt inside me, the way he had claimed me.
His fingers found the strings of my blouse, and I lowered my eyes, feeling my heart pound, as he eased the fabric down my shoulders.
A soft gasp escaped me when his hand curved around my waist and slid upward, cupping my breast.
His lips pressed into the hollow of my neck. He sucked my neck, once, twice, then lingered, firm enough to make my skin sting and my stomach flutter.
“Kunwarsa,” I breathed.
His hand tightened on my breast possessively. Heat pooled between my legs as his fingers traced lower to the waistband.
“It’s morning,” I whispered weakly.“Someone might come…” but he didn’t stop.
He pulled the strings open, and my skirt slipped away.
As his palm cupped my crown, I pressed my thighs together, anticipatively. A low, helpless moan spilt past my mouth. My knees wobbled under his touch as the soft tinkles of my jewellery and water-wavering echoed through the chamber.
Every part of me surrendered to love. Every doubt, every hesitation melted into the carriage of his caring arms. I heaved, drowned in desire as I stood bare before him once more, naked yet wrapped in comfort and pleasure.
A sharp cry slipped from my lips as he pushed his finger inside me. I leaned forward, but his hand came to my neck, holding me steady.
I was adorned from head to toe with heavy gold ornaments, yet he didn’t seem to care.
Suddenly, he turned me toward him, and it took everything in me just to breathe. He guided my hands over his chest, and with that touch, the last trace of my shyness seemed to melt away. The reality settled over me that he was my husband, and that I had every right to him, just as he did to me.
My palm slid slowly down his chest, and my fingers reached for the strings of his lower. I breathed in broken breaths as I loosened it.
He crept closer, making me step back instinctively until my spine met the cool stone pillar. I gently stroked his arousal, gazing into his unflinching eyes.
Swallowing, he brushed my hand aside and wrapped his arms around me. He lowered himself, grabbing my thigh, and looped it around his waist. Slowly, he directed his length and pushed it inside me.
I gasped; my brows knit together at the sharp invasion. I clutched his arm, swallowing my cry until it broke free. Tears blurred my vision.
