"My soul and your soul are forever tangled."
Ruhanika
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I scowled at him, my patience snapping like a taut string. I had had enough of his games, his unyielding restraint. I wasn’t going to beg for release—not in this lifetime.
Lifting my leg with deliberate grace, I placed my foot on his chest, applying gentle but firm pressure. The move caught him off guard, his eyes widening in stunned disbelief. His composure faltered as he stood frozen, clearly not expecting me to take charge. He had assumed I would plead for his mercy, for his touch. The thought made me smirk. He could keep dreaming.
Settling myself on the bed, I leaned back against the headboard, letting my posture exude confidence. I rubbed my lips with my thumb, a slow, deliberate motion that I knew would seize his attention. My thumb trailed down the column of my throat, stopping just at the swell of my cleavage. His gaze followed my every move, dark and unrelenting, igniting something primal within me.
I ran my hands sensually over my blouse, teasing myself as my fingers brushed against the curves of my breasts. Without hesitation, I cupped one and began massaging it through the fabric, my movements languid yet deliberate. The tension in the room grew thicker, his intense stare practically burning through me.
A soft moan escaped my lips, involuntary yet deliberate in its effect. His breathing hitched, turning ragged as he drank in the sight of me pleasuring myself. The raw hunger in his gaze fueled my boldness. He looked like a predator on the verge of pouncing, a storm barely contained, and I reveled in the power I held over him.
With a flick of my wrist, I shed my blouse, exposing my bare chest to him. His expression darkened, the air around us crackling with a feral intensity. I knew his preferences, knew the effect my bare skin had on him. His gaze was locked on my breasts, his desire palpable and intoxicating.
Smirking, I trailed my hands over my exposed skin, kneading and squeezing as I teased my nipples. I pinched one lightly, a sharp jolt of pleasure making me gasp. The sound shattered the silence, and he let out a low, guttural growl.
"Rooh," he rasped, his voice a hoarse plea drenched in need and frustration.
The sound of his voice, heavy with desire, emboldened me further. I spread my legs, one hand trailing down to rest between my thighs. My fingers brushed over my core, the damp heat igniting me further. His reaction was instant—he inhaled sharply, his resolve visibly crumbling.
"Rooh, you can’t do this," he growled darkly, his tone both commanding and desperate. "You can’t touch yourself. That’s my right."
I tilted my head, my lips curling into a teasing smile. "Oh, Dev," I purred, dragging out his name like a lover’s caress. "You had your chance. You chose to pass it up, and now…" My eyes glittered with defiance. "You no longer have my permission."
His jaw clenched, the tension in his body almost tangible. Still, he didn’t move, his self-control hanging by a thread.
I leaned back, letting my hands roam over my body. One massaged my breasts, the other slipping between my folds, pressing against the aching need there. I moaned again, louder this time, throwing my head back in pleasure. When I opened my eyes to look at him, his jaw was set tight, his hands balled into fists at his sides.
"Dev," I taunted, my voice dripping with mockery. "Do you want to touch me now? Do you regret holding back?"
His eyes darkened, the storm within him brewing dangerously.
"You can’t do this," he ground out, his voice low and guttural.
"Why not?" I challenged, arching a brow. "There are a million ways for me to get what I want, Dev. I don’t need you."
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