Rakshash Aur Rajkumari (The Devil And The Princess)

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Ambika's voice was laced with concern and confusion. "What do you mean?"

Rudraksha sighed, standing straighter. She glanced down the hallway, ensuring it was empty, then pulled him inside her room and closed the door.

"You just invited the devil into your room," he said, his voice low and ominous.

She sighed and met his gaze with anger. "What are you doing, Rudra? This is not you!"

He seemed to steady himself, a semblance of sobriety returning to his eyes. "You don't know me," he said, his tone cold.

Ambika raised her eyebrows and scoffed, nodding in a show of mock approval. "Right."

"But now I will show you who I really am," he said sincerely, his voice full of a dark promise. "I will show every inch of myself, leaving nothing hidden."

She sighed and turned towards the bed, but before she could take another step, he grabbed her from behind, his arms snaking around her waist. She felt his breath against her ear, his voice a husky whisper. "But first, I will shower you with pure and raw love."

Goosebumps rose on her neck at his words, a shiver running down her spine. The intensity in his voice, the raw emotion, left her conflicted and afraid.

Rudraksha's grip on Ambika's waist was firm yet strong as he began peppering kisses along her neck and shoulder, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"You are mine," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. He kissed the hickey on her neck, his lips lingering.

"My sweet little wife," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her collarbone.

Ambika felt herself becoming a moaning mess, her body responding uncontrollably. Her stomach fluttered wildly, and she clenched her thighs together in a vain attempt to steady herself.

"You have no idea how you drive me crazy," he said, his voice a mix of desire and desperation. He kissed his way down her arm, each touch igniting her skin.

"You are my goddess," he whispered softly, his lips brushing against her earlobe.

Ambika's breath hitched, her heart racing. She felt a whirlwind of emotions-fear, desire, and an intense need for the man who held her so possessively.

"Rudra," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "We... we need to talk."

He paused, his lips hovering just above her skin. "We can do that all day and night, baby. I need you now. I need this exotic body of yours," He whispered while groping her left breast tightly, making her moan in pain,"Ahh... It hurts." A lone tear escaped from her eyes.

Ambika's words became deaf to his ears as he threw her onto the bed and tore apart her dress, his eyes fixating on her breast with a hunger that both confused and aroused her.

"Rudra!" she gasped, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Don't look-Ahhh!" She moaned in pain as his two large palms groped her soft breasts, his touch both rough and eager.

He began fondling her, his eyes wide with a lustful delight, a fierce hunger burning in them as he continued. Ambika's mind whirled with a mix of emotions, torn between the intensity of his desire and her own discomfort. He put one of them on his mouth and started sucking them like a baby, as he slowly opened his shirt and threw it on the floor.

She grabbed her hair and moaned with pleasure and awkwardness. He pulled down his pants and started stroking his manhood.

He left her breast with a pop sound and hovered over her small frame, she gazed at him and met his lustful eyes and quivered. "Please be gentle." She pleaded.