The golden glow of the hidden chamber seemed to pulse and hum with the same intensity that echoed through Mahnoor's body. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breath ragged and labored as her body trembled beneath Rudra's. She had never experienced anything like this—raw, uncontrollable, and utterly consuming. Her heart pounded in her chest, every nerve on fire, every inch of her body sensitized to the point of near pain.
Rudra hovered over her, his gaze dark and predatory, his body still pressed firmly against hers. She could feel the heat radiating from him, his muscles taut and straining with the effort of holding back, but just barely. His breath came in harsh, shallow bursts, and yet the hunger in his eyes was nowhere near sated.
They had reached a peak together, both of them entwined in the primal act that bound them, his release a deep, guttural groan that had sent a surge of satisfaction through Mahnoor's entire being. Her own release followed soon after, her body shuddering uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washed over her, leaving her breathless and dazed.
But Rudra… Rudra wasn't done.
Even as Mahnoor's body slackened beneath him, her limbs heavy with exhaustion, Rudra's grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into her hips with a possessive strength. His body remained hard and unrelenting against hers, his chest heaving as if he were on the edge of something far more dangerous. His serpent-like endurance kept him firm, primal desire still coiled within him, refusing to be fully satisfied.
Mahnoor barely had a moment to catch her breath before Rudra began to move again, his hands sliding down her sides, gripping her thighs with a near-painful intensity as he adjusted his position. Her body jolted as he shifted, pressing deeper into her, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the way her body reacted to him.
"R-Rudra—" she gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets beneath her, her legs twitching in response to his relentless touch.
But Rudra only grinned down at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes. His hand snaked up her body, his fingers brushing against her sensitive skin, sending a jolt of sensation through her already spent body. She shivered beneath him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to regain control of her senses.
"I'm not finished with you yet," Rudra growled, his voice low and rough, filled with dark promise. His lips ghosted along her collarbone, the heat of his breath teasing her skin as he pressed his hips against hers again, his hardness still very much present, insistent.
Mahnoor's breath caught in her throat as her body reacted instinctively, despite the exhaustion that weighed on her limbs. She tried to push him back, her hands weakly pressing against his chest, but he was unmovable, his strength far beyond anything human. He was determined, unyielding, driven by something far deeper than lust—something primal, something ancient.
"Rudra…" she gasped again, but the word barely left her lips before he surged forward, his mouth capturing hers in a deep, demanding kiss that stole the air from her lungs. His hands roamed her body with renewed intensity, each touch sending sparks of sensation coursing through her already oversensitized skin.
Mahnoor moaned into his kiss, her body betraying her exhaustion as it responded to his touch with a new wave of arousal. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, every inch of her skin alive with the sensation of his hands, his mouth, his body. She could feel herself unraveling beneath him, her mind spinning as pleasure began to overwhelm her again, far too soon.
Rudra broke the kiss with a sharp breath, his lips hovering over hers as he looked down at her with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You're mine," he growled softly, his voice a deep, animalistic rumble. "I'm going to make sure you never forget that."
Before Mahnoor could respond, Rudra shifted again, his movements becoming more deliberate, more intense. His hips ground against hers, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her already spent body. Her breath hitched as she convulsed beneath him, her body arching instinctively as he found a rhythm that drove her closer and closer to the edge.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, each thrust from Rudra pushing her further into a haze of pleasure that she couldn't escape. She gasped for air, her hands clutching desperately at the sheets, her mind spinning with the overwhelming sensations that coursed through her.
Rudra didn't stop.
He kept moving, his body relentless in its pursuit of her pleasure, his hands gripping her hips as if he were afraid she would slip away from him. His movements were calculated, deliberate, as if he were determined to draw out every last ounce of pleasure from her body, to make her his in every possible way.
Mahnoor's moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged bursts as her body convulsed beneath him. She could feel herself slipping, the intensity of the pleasure pulling her deeper into the abyss. Her muscles tightened, her body tensing as another wave of pleasure began to build within her, even stronger than the last.
"Rudra, please—" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.
But Rudra didn't answer. He only growled in response, his body pressing against hers with renewed intensity as his movements became faster, more urgent. He was lost in the act, his animalistic hunger driving him forward, his every movement fueled by the need to claim her fully, to make her feel the depth of his desire.
Mahnoor's body convulsed uncontrollably, her mind slipping into a haze of pleasure as the sensation became too much to bear. She could feel herself unraveling completely, her limbs twitching, her breath catching in her throat as the world around her dissolved into nothingness.
And then, it happened.
A wave of pure, blinding pleasure crashed over her, pulling her under. She cried out, her voice lost in the overwhelming sensation that consumed her entire being. Her body shuddered violently beneath him, her muscles tightening as her release overtook her, dragging her into a state of mindless ecstasy.
But Rudra didn't stop.
He kept moving, his body still grinding against hers with an intensity that sent shockwaves of sensation through her overstimulated nerves. Mahnoor moaned uncontrollably, her body spasming as she was pushed past the point of exhaustion, past the point of any rational thought. Her mind was consumed by the pleasure, her body shaking beneath his unrelenting assault.
She gasped for air, her fingers clutching desperately at Rudra's arms as her body convulsed again, her breath coming in ragged bursts. Her moans filled the chamber, each sound a testament to the overwhelming sensation that coursed through her body, leaving her utterly spent.
And finally, when she thought she could take no more, Rudra slowed. His movements became gentler, more deliberate, as if savoring the last remnants of their union. He looked down at her, his dark eyes burning with satisfaction, a wicked grin curling at the corner of his lips.
Mahnoor lay beneath him, her body trembling uncontrollably, completely spent. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to regain control of herself. She felt as though she had been torn apart and rebuilt, her body and mind shattered by the intensity of what had just happened.
Rudra leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "Now, you're mine," he whispered, his voice low and possessive. "Forever."
Mahnoor, still breathless, managed a weak smile, her fingers trailing down his sweat-slicked back. She was his—claimed by the serpent prince, body and soul. And though she was exhausted, her body trembling in the aftermath, she couldn't help but feel a strange satisfaction in knowing that, in the end, she had wanted this just as much as he did.
Rudra's body relaxed against hers, his strength keeping her locked in his embrace, their hearts still racing in unison.