**[MATURE CONTENT NOTICE]**

*This chapter contains explicit descriptions of intimacy, afterglow, and adult themes. 18+ only.*

Rudra's Perspective

The fragrance of the crushed white roses was being drowned out by the scent of our shared heat. I gripped her waist with a force that would have left bruises on anyone else, but **Ishita** was built to handle my intensity. This was the hardest I had ever taken her—a raw, unrelenting rhythm that proved I was no longer the man who lived in the shadows of a three-year separation. I was her King, and I was reclaiming every inch of her territory.

I held her body flush against mine, my large hands controlling her every rise and fall. As I drove upward with a speed that made the bedframe groan, her head fell back into the empty air, her **long curly hair** cascading down like a dark, silken waterfall toward the mattress.

"Ruuu... ahhh! It's... it's too much!" she cried out, her voice echoing shamelessly through the chamber.

"It’s exactly what you need, Janna," I growled against her skin, my **eyes** fixed on the way her body was reacting to me.

I leaned in and latched onto her breast, sucking hard. Her **nipples were damn hard**, like tiny pebbles against my tongue, aggravated by the heat of my mouth.

Inside, the sensation was a masterpiece of torture and bliss. Every time she sank onto me, her **internal walls clutched me** with a frantic, pulsing desperation. I let out a low, guttural moan as I felt the double-edged sword of her body and the **diamond waist chain catching between us.

* The jewels bit into my skin and hers alike, adding a sharp, electric edge to every deep thrust.

The **heavy silver janjhar** on her ankles rang out in a nonstop, chaotic chime, keeping time with the wet, rhythmic sounds of our union.

"Mmmm... yes, clench for me, Ishita," I rasped, my hand moving from her hip to the back of her head, pulling her face toward mine so I could taste her moans. "Take all of it. Every diamond, every inch... it’s all for the Queen."

She was a moaning mess in my arms, her **red chooda** clinking violently against my neck as she clung to me for dear life. Her body was trembling, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps that told me she was nearing a second, even more violent shattering.

"Aahhh... Ruuuu! *Haan... aaaa... mmmm!*"

I didn't slow down. If anything, I hammered into her harder, my muscular frame slick with sweat, determined to fill her with so much of my presence that she would feel me in her bones for days. This wasn't just sex; it was a coronation. And as her walls tightened into that familiar, agonizing squeeze

The scent of crushed roses and sweat was thick enough to taste as I watched her head fall back, her throat bared to me like an offering. I didn't hesitate. I latched onto her collarbone and the soft skin of her neck, my teeth grazing the **moles I’m obsessed with** while my hands cupped her hips, driving her onto me with a lethal, punishing force.

The rhythm became a blur of silver chimes and diamond friction. I felt her walls spasm, a violent, beautiful clench that told me she was gone. A second later, I followed her over the edge, a guttural roar ripping from my throat as I emptied myself deep inside her once more.

She collapsed against me, her body limp and trembling like a leaf in a storm. I caught her, my powerful arms wrapping around her as I pulled her flush against my chest, my lips pressing a lingering, salt-tinged kiss to her shoulder.

"My brave Janna," I whispered, caressing her **long curly hair** as I slowly leaned back, laying us both down among the petals without pulling out. I wanted to feel her pulse around me for every second of our recovery.

She looked up at me, her **brown eyes** hazy and blinking slowly. "Ru... are you not tired? We've... we've already..."

I let out a low, predatory smirk that didn't reach my eyes—only the dark hunger within them. "Tired? Janna, I’ve waited three years for this. A King doesn't get tired of his treasure; he just finds new ways to enjoy it."

Before she could protest, I reached out and grabbed a silk pillow, sliding it firmly under her lower back. The movement tilted her hips up, making the **diamond waist chain** sparkle in the *diya* light as it settled deep against her core. I grabbed her legs, spreading them wide and high into the air, pinning them back until she was completely, shamelessly open to me.

"Ru! Wait—"

I didn't wait. I drove back into her, harder and deeper than the first time, the suddenness of the thrust making her let out a sharp, jagged **gasp**.

"Aaaahhh! Ruuuu! *Haan... aaaa!* It’s... it’s deeper!" she moaned, her **red chooda** clinking as she reached for the headboard.

" I rasped, my voice dropping to a shameless, dark whisper. "I’m going to stay inside you until you forget your own name and only remember mine. Do you feel those diamonds, Janna? They're marking you for me. Every thrust, every chime of your **janjhar**—it’s you telling me you’re mine."

I increased the pace, my muscular frame a blur of motion. I wasn't just making love; I was staking a claim that the world would never be able to undo. My moans joined hers, raw and desperate, as the "Cold Prince" of Rajasthan proved exactly how much fire he had been hiding for his Queen.

The air in the chamber was a thick, intoxicating haze of sweat and the scent of thousands of crushed roses. Every time I drove into her, I felt the sheer power of our connection—a King reclaiming the only throne that ever mattered.

I was buried to the hilt, and **Ishita’s** internal walls were reacting with a frantic, rhythmic violence, clutching my length so hard I let out a guttural, pained moan directly into the crook of her neck. I found that **perfect spot**—the one that made her soul leave her body—and I began to hammer into it with a relentless, punishing pace.

"Ruuu... ahhh! *Haan... aaaa!*" Her voice broke into a jagged scream, her head tossing wildly against the silk pillow.

I looked down and saw the **tears leaking from her closed eyes**, a sign of the overwhelming pleasure I was forcing upon her. Her fingers were locked onto my back, her nails scratching deep, possessive tracks through my skin as she gasped for air that wasn't there.

Her **thighs were shaking** uncontrollably in the air, the tremors vibrating through my entire frame. I reached out, my large hands gripping her soft thighs for support, pinning them back even further to ensure there was no distance left between us.

* Between us, the **waist chain** was still caught, the diamonds grinding against her sensitive skin with every brutal thrust.

The janjhar** on her ankles rang out in a nonstop, chaotic chime, the sound of her total submission to her King.

"Look at me, Janna," I rasped, my voice a dark, vibration-heavy command. "Feel how much I want you. Feel how deep I’m marking you

I watched her eyes roll back, her body arching off the pillow as she reached the precipice of a final, soul-shattering peak. I didn't slow down; I drove harder, my muscular frame slick with sweat, my **eyes** locked onto her flushed face.

"Aaaahhh! Ruuuu! *I'm... I'm yours!*" she sobbed shamelessly.

I felt it then—the sudden, violent clench of her release. I didn't pull back. I let out a low, animalistic roar of her name, my own body finally giving in as I emptied myself deep inside her once more, the king finally finding his home in the heat of his Queen.

💖 Ishita's Perspective

The world finally stopped spinning, leaving us in a heavy, humid silence broken only by the sound of our labored, synchronised breathing. I swallowed hard, my throat dry from the screams and moans I had let out shamelessly. I was beyond exhausted, my body feeling like it was floating and weighted down all at once.

**Rudra** collapsed on top of me, his heavy, muscular frame a comforting pressure that grounded me. He didn't move for a long time, just buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath fanning over my skin as he snuggled there. I felt his large hands, still trembling slightly, move to my thighs, caressing them with a tenderness that made me want to cry all over again.

A few seconds later—or maybe it was an eternity—I felt him shift. He looked up, his **ocean-blue eyes** now soft and filled with a raw, post-coital devotion. His thumb brushed against my cheek, wiping away the tears and the sweat that had plastered my **long curly hair** to my forehead.

"I've got you, Janna," he whispered, his voice a low, soothing rumble as he pressed slow, lingering kisses to my forehead, my eyelids, and my nose.

I felt the sudden, wet void as he slowly pulled out of me. I let out a soft, involuntary whimper at the loss of his heat. He reached under me, removing the pillows he’d used to prop me up and tossing them carelessly aside, letting me sink fully back into the sea of wilted white rose petals.

I kept my eyes closed, unable to face the light of the *diyas* just yet. I focused entirely on trying to catch my breath, my chest heaving as my heart slowly decelerated from its frantic pace.

Even though he was no longer inside me, I could still feel the phantom ghost of the **diamond waist chain** and the hard, deep thrusts that had marked me.

His hands never stopped moving. He stayed close, his palms smoothing over my thighs, calming the tremors that still occasionally racked my muscles.

The silver **janjhar** on my ankles gave one last, soft chime as I finally let my legs relax. In the quiet of our Rajasthan palace, surrounded by the scent of roses and the evidence of our intense love, I finally felt like I had come home. We were no longer King and Queen, no longer the "Cold Prince" and the model—we were just Rudra and his Ishita, waiting for the future we had just fought so hard to build.

The chamber was still, the only sound the soft crackle of the dying *diyas* and our synchronised, heavy breathing. I felt like a broken doll made of silk and diamonds, resting in a graveyard of white rose petals.

When I saw **Rudra** reach for the tissues to clean the mess we had made—the evidence of our intense, soul-deep union—I tried to sit up, my voice coming out as a breathless rasp.

"It’s okay, Ru... I’ll do it," I whispered, my hand reaching out weakly.

He didn't even look up, his large, calloused hand gently but firmly pressing me back into the mattress. "Shhh," he rumbled, his **ocean-blue eyes** softening with a rare, quiet tenderness. "Just rest, Janna. You’ve given enough tonight."

I watched him through heavy eyelids, a soft smile tugging at my lips. The king of Rajasthan, the man the world feared, was being so incredibly gentle with me. I didn't want to move; I just wanted to be held. I wanted to feel the safety of his arms after the storm of his passion.

Once he was satisfied, he quickly cleaned himself and tossed the tissues aside. I watched the play of muscles in his back as he moved—a **6'3" Greek god** made of power and now, surprisingly, peace.

He slid back onto the bed beside me, the cool silk of the sheets rustling as he pulled them up, covering our tangled, naked bodies and shielding us from the cooling night air. I didn't wait a second; I immediately crawled into his side, tucking my head under his chin and draping my arm across his broad chest

His skin was still hot, smelling of the expensive sandalwood cologne and the raw musk of our lovemaking.

The **heavy silver janjhar** on my ankle gave one final, sleepy chime as I hooked my leg over his.

"I love you, Ru," I murmured against his skin, my eyes finally fluttering shut.

I felt him shift, his powerful arm wrapping around my waist to pull me even closer, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the top of my head.

"I love you more, Ishi," he whispered back, his voice thick with a satisfaction that went deeper than just the physical.

In the heart of the raj mahal, surrounded by the scent of wilted roses and the memory of shimmering diamonds, we finally drifted off, two souls anchored to each other in the quiet promise of a tomorrow that finally felt certain.

The morning sun filtered through the ornate jharokhas of the Raj Mahal, casting golden patterns over the bed strewn with crushed, dried white rose petals. The air was cool now, but the heat between us hadn't entirely faded

I lay on my side, my back pressed firmly against **Rudra’s** broad, muscular chest. He was holding me like I was the most precious treasure in his kingdom, his legs tangled with mine, trapping me in his warmth. His large hand was interlaced with mine, resting protectively over my breast, while his face was buried deep in the crook of my neck. I could feel his steady, rhythmic breathing against my skin, a stark contrast to the storm of the night before.

I stayed perfectly still, my eyes open but hazy, just breathing him in.

Even now, in the quiet of the morning, I could **literally still feel him inside me**. The phantom sensation of his fullness wouldn't leave, and my body felt tight and sensitive in a way it never had before.

Since our marriage three months ago, Rudra had always been incredibly careful with me. He is Cold to the world, but with me, he was usually the **gentle protector**, always checking in, always slowing down if he thought I was overwhelmed.

But last night... last night was different.

It was the first time he had truly let go of his restraint. He had been **so hard on me**, taking me with a primal, unrelenting hunger that had shattered my every defense.

My muscles felt deliciously sore, and every time I shifted, the **diamond waist chain clinked softly, a cold reminder of the "diamond thrusts" that had driven me to madness.

As I breathed, my **heavy silver janjhar** gave a tiny, muffled chime against the silk sheets, echoing the frantic rhythm they had played just hours ago.

I felt him stir behind me. His grip on my hand tightened, his fingers squeezing mine as he pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the **moles on my neck**.

"Still awake, Janna?" he rumbled, his morning voice even deeper and raspier than usual, vibrating through my entire back.

I turned slightly in his arms, looking back at him. His **ocean-blue eyes** were heavy with sleep but burning with that same possessive fire I had seen by the light of the *diyas*.

"I can't stop thinking about last night," I whispered, my voice small. "You were... you weren't my gentle Ru last night."

He smirked—that dark, arrogant Rathore smirk—and pulled me even closer, his hand sliding down from my chest to grip my hip firmly. "A King doesn't always have to be gentle, Ishita. Sometimes, he just has to remind his Queen exactly who she belongs to."

I ducked my head, my face heating up until it felt as warm as the morning sun. I turned fully in his arms, resting my palm against the hard, solid muscle of his chest—the very spot where he had the **tattoo of my name** etched over his heartbeat.

I gave him a playful, light hit on his shoulder and looked up at him through my lashes. "Aap bhi na... you're so shameless," I whispered, before gathering my courage. "Can I ask... *kya soch kar aap mere liye ye jewelry laye the?* (What were you thinking when you brought this jewelry for me?)

Rudra didn't look even slightly apologetic. Instead, his **ocean-blue eyes** darkened, roaming over my face before settling on my lips. He caught my hand, the one I had used to hit him, and brought it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles right above my **red chooda**.

"I was thinking," he rumbled, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that always made my toes curl, "that my Queen deserves to be draped in the finest diamonds Rajasthan has to offer. But mostly..."

He leaned in closer, his nose grazing mine, his breath smelling of fresh mint and the lingering heat of sleep. "I was thinking about how those diamonds would feel trapped between our bodies. I wanted to see them sparkle against your skin while I was deep inside you. I wanted to hear them clink against my chest while you moaned my name."

I gasped, my heart hammering against his ribs. "Ru! That’s... that’s so wicked."

"Is it?" He chuckled, a deep, vibrating sound that I felt in my bones. He reached down under the silk sheets, his fingers finding the **diamond waist chain** still fastened around my slim waist. He flicked one of the hanging gems, making it sting my skin ever so slightly. "You didn't seem to mind the 'wickedness' last night, Janna. In fact, I remember you begging for more of it."

"I did not!" I protested, though the memory of my own shameless cries made me want to hide under the covers.

"Liar," he teased, his hand moving from my waist to my ankle, grazing the **heavy silver janjhar**. It gave a soft, melodic *chan-chan* sound. "This janjhar told me a different story. It was singing along to your moans for hours."

He shifted, pinning me beneath him among the wilted rose petals. His heavy frame felt even more imposing in the daylight, his muscular physique** a masterpiece of power.

"The truth is, Ishita," he whispered, his lips hovering just an inch from the **moles on my jawline**, "I brought them because I want to mark you in every way possible. With my name, with my jewels, and with my body. I want you to feel the weight of my love even when I'm not touching you."

He nipped at my earlobe, making me arch my back instinctively. "And since you're so curious about my thoughts... maybe I should show you what I’m thinking *right now*."

"Ru... it's morning," I breathed, my hands sliding up to grip his thick biceps.

"The sun is up, but the doors are locked, and the King is still hungry," he rasped, his hand sliding down to the pillow he had used last night. "Shall we see if the diamonds feel different in the daylight, Rani Sa?"

👑 Rudra's Perspective

I watched the play of emotions on her face—the flush creeping up her neck, the way her **brown eyes** sparkled with a mix of defiance and desire. I reached for that silk pillow again, my muscles coiling as I prepared to tilt her world once more, but her small hands shot out, pinning my wrist.

"No way, Ru! Not again," she gasped, though the smile playing on her lips betrayed her.

"Yes way, Janna," I rumbled, leaning my weight into her. "The King hasn't dismissed the court yet."

"No!" she giggled, her **red chooda** clinking as she tried to push my chest away.

I let out a dark, low chuckle and tossed the pillow over my shoulder, letting it thud somewhere near the heap of wilted white roses. "Fine. If the Queen is bored of the pillow, I have a thousand other ways to make her scream my name."

I didn't give her a chance to argue. I surged forward, burying my face in the curve of her neck, my lips finding the **moles* and nipping at them until she let out a jagged breath. My hands traveled down, my palms heavy and possessive as I cupped her breasts, feeling her nipples peak instantly against my skin.

"You want a different position? I can give you exactly what you want, baby," I whispered against her skin, my voice a shameless, vibrating rasp. "I can take you against the window, or maybe I should just hold you against the wall so the whole palace knows who you belong to."

"Shut up, Ru!" she squealed, her face turning a delicious shade of crimson as she swiped at my arm.

"Make me," I challenged, looking down at her. My **eyes** were fixed on her lips, which were still slightly swollen from my kisses last night. I took her mouth in a slow, deep kiss that tasted of morning and lingering passion, my tongue demanding entry until she melted beneath me.

I pulled back just an inch, my hand sliding down her side to graze the **diamond waist chain**. It was cold, but her skin was scorching. "You’re still so tight, so reactive... it’s like you were made specifically to drive me insane."

I shifted, my frame** pinning her into the silk sheets. I felt her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, her **janjhar** giving that soft, melodic *chan-chan* that always signaled her surrender.

"Ru... we have to go down for breakfast eventually," she breathed, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer even as she protested.

"The staff knows better than to interrupt the King when he’s busy worshipping his Queen," I muttered, my hand sliding between us to find her heat. "Breakfast can wait. I’d much rather taste you first."

I leaned down, my lips grazing her jawline. "Tell me, Ishita... do you want me gentle this morning? Or do you want the man who took you last night?"

I watched her eyes flutter shut as my thumb found her center, rubbing in slow, agonizing circles. She hissed, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to catch a moan that wanted to echo through the entire wing of the palace.

"Don't hold it back, Janna," I whispered, my voice thick with a dark, morning hunger. "I want to hear exactly how much you like this."

"Ru... you're... you're so shameless," she panted, her **red chooda** clinking as she gripped my forearms.

"Shameless? I'm just getting started," I smirked. I didn't want to stay in the mess of rose petals anymore. I wanted her somewhere fresh, somewhere I could see every inch of her brown skin under the bright morning sun.

I stood up, my frame** towering over her as I easily scooped her 5'3" form into my arms. She let out a small squeal, clinging to my neck as I walked across the marble floor toward the center of the chamber.

There, sunk into the floor where she had been lighting *diyas* just last night, was our private pool. The steam rose in soft curls, carrying the scent of sandalwood and jasmine.

I stepped down the submerged marble stairs, the warm water rising up my chest. Because of the depth, the water reached her chest almost instantly. She let out a soft gasp at the temperature change, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist and her arms locking behind my neck to stay afloat.

She looked around at the deep water, then back at me, her lower lip popping out in a perfect, adorable pout.

"Ru! Why is this pool so deep?" she complained, her ** hair** floating on the surface of the water like dark silk. "I can't even touch the bottom!"

I let out a deep, vibrating chuckle, my hands gripping her waist to hold her flush against me. "Maybe it’s not that the pool is too deep, Ishi. Maybe it’s just that my Queen is a little... vertically challenged."

"I am not!" she huffed, hitting my shoulder. "5'3" is a perfectly normal height!"

"For a doll, maybe," I teased, my **eyes** dancing with mischief as I looked down at her. "But don't worry. As long as you're with me, you don't need to reach the floor. My 6'3" is more than enough to keep your head above water."

I tightened my hold, the **diamond waist chain** shimmering under the clear water, sending refracted light dancing across the pool's walls. The janjhar** on her ankles gave a muffled, watery chime as she squeezed my hips.

"You're making fun of me," she whispered, her anger melting into a sultry pout as her chest rubbed against mine, the water making our skin feel impossibly slick.

"I'm admiring the view," I corrected, my voice dropping to a low rasp as I leaned in, my lips grazing the water-droplets on her collarbone. "I like you right here, Janna. Tucked up against me, forced to hold onto me like I'm the only thing keeping you from drowning."

I swirled her around in the warm water, the rose petals parting around us. "Now, tell me... do you still want to talk about the depth of the pool, or should I show you exactly why a 6'3" man needs a little extra room to move?"

The warm water swirled around us, carrying a fleet of crimson and white rose petals that clung to our damp skin. I moved through the water with effortless power, carrying her toward the smooth marble edge of the pool. With a low, predatory chuckle, I pressed her back against the cool stone, the contrast of the chilled marble and the steaming water making her let out a sharp, delicious gasp.

"Ru! The marble is cold!" she squeaked, her hands digging into my shoulders, her **red chooda** wet and glistening.

"Then stay closer to me, Janna," I rumbled, my ** eyes** dark with mischief. I caged her in, my large hands gripping the marble on either side of her waist. "I’m plenty warm enough to keep you from freezing."

I leaned in, my lips grazing the water droplets on her shoulder before moving up to her ear. "Besides, I think the cold marble is good for you. It might help keep your head clear while I do *this*."

I slid my hand beneath the water, my fingers tracing the line of her thigh until I reached the **diamond waist chain**. The gems felt like ice against the heat of her skin. I tugged it gently, making the silver **janjhar** on her ankles let out a muffled, watery chime.

"You are a very shameless husband, Rudra Singh Rathore," she panted, her **hair** fanning out over the water like dark silk.

"And you are a very beautiful, very short Queen," I teased, nipping at her jawline. "It’s a perfect match. I provide the height and the diamonds, and you provide the melody."

Before she could hit me again, I took a deep breath and pulled her down with me. Underwater, the world went silent and blue. I found her lips, giving her a slow, weightless kiss that tasted of rose water and pure devotion. Our hair tangled together in the current, and for a few seconds, we were just two souls suspended in the light.

We broke the surface, both of us gasping for air. I pushed my wet hair back, my **muscular frame** glistening in the morning light.

"You're cheating," she panted, wiping the water from her eyes. "You know I can't stay down that long!"

"That’s why I’m here to bring you back up, Ishi," I whispered, my voice dropping into a sultry, shameless register. "I’ll always be the one to catch your breath for you."

I reached for a bowl of sandalwood paste resting on the pool's edge. I took a small amount and began to rub it into her shoulders in slow, rhythmic circles, my thumbs massaging the tension from her muscles.

"Does the Queen approve of her bath?" I asked, my eyes locked on hers.

"The Queen thinks her King is being suspiciously helpful," she replied with a playful pout, though she leaned into my touch. "What do you want, Ru?"

"Everything," I rasped, my hand sliding down her spine, following the curve of her body until I pulled her flush against my chest again. "I want to spend the rest of the morning right here, showing you exactly how much I love you . Breakfast can wait, the council can wait... but my desire for you? That doesn't know how to wait."

I leaned down, my lips hovering just a hair’s breadth from hers. "Now, are you going to keep complaining about the depth of the pool, or are you going to let me wash you properly?"

The steam from the warm water rose in soft, ivory swirls, turning our private pool into a sanctuary of mist and roses. I pulled **Ishita** away from the marble edge, letting her float back into my arms. My frame** acted as a solid anchor in the deep water, and she clung to me, her legs locked around my waist as if she were afraid I’d let her sink.

I reached for the silk sponge and the fragrant sandalwood soap, my eyes never leaving hers. I began to lather her skin, my movements slow and agonizingly deliberate. I started at her throat, swirling the suds over the **moles on her neck** before sliding down to her shoulders.

"Ru... the staff... they'll be waiting," she whispered, her voice trembling as my hand moved lower, beneath the surface of the water.

"Let them wait, Janna," I rasped, my voice a low, vibration-heavy growl. "They know their King is occupied with his most important duty—worshipping his Queen."

I began to wash her breasts, my thumbs grazing her peaks through the slick, soapy water. She let out a sharp, jagged moan that echoed off the high ceilings, her head falling back against my shoulder.

"Aaaahhh... Ru, please... you're being so... *shameless*," she panted, her **red chooda** clinking as she gripped my wet hair.

"Shameless?" I teased, a predatory smirk tugging at my lips. "I haven't even reached the best part yet. I’m just making sure my **5'3" doll** is clean and polished."

"I am not a doll!" she huffed, but her protest died in her throat as I slid the sponge down her spine, the friction of the silk and the heat of the water making her shiver.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her wet earlobe. "You feel like one. So small, so perfect in my hands. And you make the most beautiful sounds when I touch you like this."

I dropped the sponge and let my bare hands take over. I massaged her thighs underwater, my fingers grazing the **diamond waist chain** that was still fastened around her. The gems felt like icy sparks against her feverish skin.

"You know, Janna," I whispered, my voice dropping to a dark, sultry register as I pulled her even closer, until the tips of her breasts were rubbing against my bare chest. "Last night was about power. This morning... this morning is about greed. I want to taste every drop of water on your skin. I want to hear you moan until you lose your breath."

"Ru... mmmm... haaan," she sobbed softly, her **hair** tangling around my arms like dark seaweed.

I caught her moan with my mouth, a deep, demanding kiss that tasted of sandalwood and desire. My hand slid between her legs, the water making everything impossibly slick and sensitive. I found her center and let out a guttural groan of my own as she arched against me, her * janjhar** letting out a muffled, frantic chime beneath the surface.

"Tell me, Ishita," I commanded against her lips, my fingers moving in a slow, rhythmic tease. "Who owns this body? Who owns every breath you're taking in this pool?"

"Only you... *ahhh*... Ru, only you!"

"Good," I growled, lifting her higher until she was looking down at me, her eyes hazy with a pleasure that rivaled the heat of the sun. "Then let's see how loud you can scream my name before the water goes cold."