Without another word, he moved, sliding into her with a deep thrust that made them both groan in pleasure. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their rhythm fueled by the deep connection they had forged. Mahnoor's body arched beneath him, her back curving as she met him thrust for thrust, her pleasure building with every movement.
Time seemed to blur as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. The intensity of their coupling only grew, their desire for one another insatiable. Rudra took her over and over again, each time bringing her to the brink of ecstasy, only to pull her back before sending her spiraling into a new wave of pleasure.
Mahnoor's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she moaned his name, her body trembling beneath him as she approached her climax once more. "Rudra," she gasped, her voice breaking as pleasure coursed through her. "I can't—"
"Yes, you can," he growled, his grip on her hips tightening as he thrust deeper into her. "You're mine, Mahnoor."
His words sent her over the edge, her body shaking with release as she cried out his name. But even as she came undone beneath him, Rudra wasn't finished. He moved faster, his movements more urgent as he chased his own release, his body moving with a primal need to claim her once again.
Mahnoor clung to him, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but she matched his pace, her desire for him as strong as ever. "Rudra," she whispered, her voice breathless and full of longing. "Don't stop."
With a final thrust, Rudra found his release, his body shuddering as he spilled into her, his hands gripping her tightly as they rode out the final waves of pleasure together. His breath came in ragged gasps as he collapsed onto her, his weight comforting as he lay sprawled on top of her.
Mahnoor's body still buzzed with pleasure, but a wicked grin spread across her face. "Well, that's two," she teased, her voice soft but playful.
Rudra let out a breathless laugh, rolling onto his back as he pulled her into his arms. "You're relentless," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
She smiled, curling into him. "You said more than 14, right?"
His body stirred again, the thought of more igniting his desire once more. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust. "I'll give you whatever you want, Mahnoor," he whispered, his voice full of promise. "As many times as you want."
And with that, they began again, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that only they could create, their passion and love for each other growing with every moment they shared. The night was far from over, and neither of them was willing to stop until they had truly satisfied their insatiable hunger for one another.
By the time they reached the 12th round, the room was a tempest of desire, a haven of primal lust. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, pleasure, and an insatiable hunger neither Mahnoor nor Rudra could quell. They had been at it for hours now, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged and labored. Every inch of them ached, but their need for each other burned hotter than ever before.
Mahnoor lay sprawled on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin flushed from the intensity of their mating. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but her body still craved more. She wasn't satisfied. Not yet.
Rudra, though panting and glistening with sweat, looked far from spent. His eyes gleamed with the same predatory hunger that had consumed him since they'd begun. His body was coiled and ready, his lust driving him forward relentlessly, his serpent blood roaring through his veins. He was designed for this—his stamina, his endurance, his sheer physical prowess—it was all built for the mating ritual, and his need for Mahnoor felt endless.
He hovered over her, his muscular frame casting a shadow over her prone body, and his chest rose and fell with each deep breath. He studied her, his eyes dark and intense, as if waiting for her to say something, to beckon him to come closer.
"Still not done, Mahnoor?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "I've given you everything. But if you want more…" He trailed off, his fingers running down her body, igniting the fire in her again.
Mahnoor, though utterly exhausted, refused to give in to the exhaustion gripping her muscles. She was far too stubborn for that. There was something intoxicating about Rudra's energy, his dominance, and his animalistic power that made her want to push him—push them both—further than they'd ever gone before.
She let out a breathless laugh, the sound barely escaping her lips as her body trembled beneath him. "Not even close to satisfied," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the hours of relentless passion. "You said you'd give me whatever I wanted… well, I want more."
Rudra's smirk deepened, his eyes flashing with something dangerous. "You're asking for it, Mahnoor," he warned, his hand gripping her thigh with a possessive force. His thumb caressed her skin gently, but there was a tension in his touch that promised anything but gentleness for what was to come.
"I'm always asking for it," she shot back, her lips curving into a seductive smile as she stared up at him through half-lidded eyes.
With a low growl, Rudra surged forward, claiming her lips in a heated kiss. His hands moved over her body with purpose, as if memorizing every inch of her, every curve. The 12th round had barely ended, and yet he was already ready to pound her again, his need for her overriding every other instinct. He kissed her like he couldn't get enough of her, as though her taste was the only thing keeping him grounded in this world.
His hardness pressed against her thigh, reminding her just how ready he was despite their marathon of mating. His hand gripped her waist, pulling her against him as he positioned himself between her legs again, his body pulsating with raw energy.
"Tell me you're ready for more," he demanded, his voice rough with lust as his lips brushed against her ear.
Mahnoor's breath hitched in her throat. Her body was screaming from the overload of sensations, but her desire for him—the fire he had lit inside her—was stronger than her physical limitations. She wanted him. She needed him.
"I'm ready," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
That was all Rudra needed to hear.