NUPUR

He pulled out of me and turned me onto my back, his eyes filled with determination.

He guided my legs up onto his shoulders, entering me slowly.

"How does that feel?"

"It... it feels deeper." I manages to say, my voice strained as he began to move inside me.

The new angle allowed him to hit that spot inside me with each thrust, the pressure building with each movement.

"Abhisar... it's... it's too much...leave me...."

"It's just right."

He countered, his voice low. His thrusts became shallower, his pace quickening.

"Look at me, Nupur." I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze.

"See who has the right to be inside you." He flexed his hips, driving deep.

"Abhisar... please... it's... it's... too... intense..."

I trailed off, my words turning into incomprehensible sounds as he continued to drive into me, his touch, his gaze, his very presence overwhelming.

"See who's making you feel this way."

He leaned down, his lips finding mine in a hot, hungry kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, mimicking the movements of his cock inside me.

I moaned, my body tightening around him as I come again, my release washing over me in waves.

He let my legs down gently, pulling me close.

"My love, so beautiful,"

He praised, nuzzling my neck.

He drew me closer, his body spooning mine.

"Just relax, hn?" He whispered, his hands roaming over my body possessively.

He kissed my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin.

"Turn onto your side." He urged, helping me flip onto my left side. "Legs together."

I complied, curling onto my side with my legs tucked together.

He settled behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist.

"Good." He sighed, his chest pressing against my back.

He reached between my legs, spreading them apart slightly.

I did as he said, arching my back and pushing my hips out slightly.

He took advantage of the movement, sliding inside me slowly.

"That's it." He murmured, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

"Now, hold on." He began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful.

I arched my back, pushing my buttocks out towards him. He gripped my hips tightly and entered me slowly, his cock stretching me even more with my legs together.

"Oh A-Abhisar..." I moaned, my fingers digging into the sheets beneath us. "It's feels.....so painful..."

"And it feels amazing."

He grunted, his hips snapping forward as he sheathed himself fully inside me.

"Your pussy is gripping my cock so tightly..." He pulled back and slammed into me again, his breathing ragged. "I can feel every inch of you..."

He grunted, his pace quickening.

"You're doing so well, Nupur. Taking me so well."

His breath hitched as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist.

"Abhisar..ahhh...I can't " I whimpered, my body tensing as he continued to thrust into me, his movements powerful and unyielding.

"Shh... you can take it, jaan, my baby." He soothed, his voice low and commanding.

"Please... it's... it's... too good..." I begged, my voice breaking as he hit that spot inside me over and over again.

"Then come for me, Nupur." He growled, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. "Come all over my hard, throbbing shaft..."

"Abhisar... Abhisar... Abhisar..."

I chanted his name like a prayer, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over me.

He gripped my hips tightly, his movements jerky as he finds his own release inside me. "That's it, my good girl..."

As he filled me, I felt a warmth spread within me, his release pulsating deep inside.

His arms around me tightened, his body shuddering against mine as he found his release.

The sensation of him coming inside me was overwhelming, a primal, possessive act that left me feeling claimed, marked.

His hot breath against my neck, his words

"You're... mine... All mine..." echoed in my mind.

I felt a strange mix of emotions - satisfied, possessed, loved.

My body ached in the best way possible.

When he withdrew, I felt a warmth trickle down my thighs.

I flopped onto the bed, boneless and spent, my limbs heavy and my mind foggy. Every inch of my body bore the evidence of his touch, his kisses, his possession.

I let out a content sigh, my fingers tracing patterns on the bedsheet.

I felt... consumed. In the best possible way. Every part of me was his - my body, my heart, my soul. I could still feel him inside me, even after he pulled out. I wanted more.

“Nupur...”

I hummed, looking into his eyes.

“I will clean—”

“I’m craving ...for more, Abhisar.”

He chuckled, “I want you more too, Nupur. But, you've to leave tomorrow morning, remember? You can't be tired, right?”

“Umm..”

“Kya Nupur?”

“Hume aap chahiye. Aur. Abhi. Aap jante hai na fir hum mayeke chale jayenge. Fir aapki yaad aayegi hume.”

“Hume bhi,” he said and commanded the very next second,

“Up on all fours.”

Exhausted as I was, the look in his eyes - that raw, insatiable hunger - stirred something within me.

I pushed myself up, my body protesting but my desire winning out. I got on my hands and knees, looking back at him over my shoulder.

His hands gripped my hips, his touch possessive. He positioned himself behind me, and I felt the cool air against my backside before the warmth of his body returned.

He leaned down, his chest against my back, his arms wrapping around me.

"Since you're leaving tomorrow....I should make sure you remember tonight," he murmured in my ear.

I shivered, my body tensing in anticipation. He slowly entered me, his movements gentle yet firm.

"I want you to think of me every time you sit down tomorrow... every time you move...every time you feel a phantom touch, a warmth spreading inside you," he continued, his voice low and commanding.

His pace quickened, his breathing growing ragged. "And when you're back in your own bed, cold and alone, you'll remember tonight... you'll remember me."

"...Every time you feel a little soreness, I want you to remember me inside you, making you mine," he finished, his voice low and commanding.

His hands tightened on my hips, his movements becoming more insistent. "So, I'm going to take you like this... slowly... thoroughly....until you're dripping with me, until you can't walk straight, until all you can think about is me," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

He continued to move slowly, each thrust deliberate, each pause agonizing. "Tell me you understand, Nupur.....making sure you feel every inch of me, every thrust, every pulse," he said, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

He pulled out almost completely before pushing back in, stretching me open. I cried out, my hands scrabbling against the sheets as he began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Y-yes... I understand..." I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.

My fingers dug into the bedsheets, knuckles turning white as he continued his torturous pace. Each thrust pushed me further up the bed, his hands gripping my hips tightly to keep me in place.

His hands left my hips, and I felt him move up the bed, his arms wrapping around my legs, holding them apart as he resumed his slow, deliberate thrusts.

The position changed the angle, and I felt him hitting a spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

"You'll think of me every time you move, every time you sit down. You'll feel me inside you, even when I'm not." His hands tightened on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as his pace quickened.

"And when you're... in your bed... alone..." he said, his voice ragged with exertion. "...you'll touch yourself, wishing it was me..." He punctuated each word with a hard thrust, his body slamming against mine.

"You'll wish it was my hands on your body... my mouth on your skin... my cock inside you..."

He growled the last words, his movements becoming more aggressive. One of his hands left my hip and wrapped around my hair, pulling my head back sharply.

"Say it, Nupur..."

"Say you'll touch yourself thinking of me..." he demanded, his voice rough and unyielding.

His free hand slid around to my front, finding that bundle of nerves. He rubbed roughly, his fingers calloused from years of handling reins and weapons, his touch almost painful in its intensity. "Say it..."

"I'll... I'll touch myself thinking of you..." I gasped out, my body tightening around him as waves of pleasure washed over me.

He continued to rub me, his touch unrelenting, his thrusts growing more forceful. "I'll think of your hands... your mouth... your...your cock... inside me... every day..." I choked out, tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming sensation.

His hand in my hair tightened, and he pulled my head back even further, forcing me to look up at him. "Every night... you'll lay in your bed... and think of me.....stroking yourself... imagining it's me... until you come... saying my name..."

He pistoned into me, his movements becoming jerky, his breath coming in short gasps. "And when you do... when you finally come undone... it'll be because of me... only me..."

"Yes... only you... Abhisar... only you..." I whimpered, my body tensing as I neared my peak.

His thrusts became erratic, his breath hot against my cheek as he nuzzled into my neck. "Say it... say my name..."

"ABHISAR!" I screamed, my body convulsing around him as I came hard, waves of pleasure crashing over me.

At the same moment, he buried himself deep inside me and roared his own release, his hot seed filling my womb as he held me in a vice-like grip.

He continued to hold me in place, his hand fisted in my hair, his other hand gripping my hip as he pumped his seed into me over and over, filling me to the brim.

He wrapped his arms around my thighs and lifted me off the bed, standing on the ground, so I was balanced on his shoulders, my back against the wall for support. He braced his feet apart and began to thrust into me, his powerful arms lifting and lowering me in rhythm with his movements.

With each lift, he buried himself deeper inside me, the new angle allowing him to hit that spot inside me that made me see stars. I gripped his shoulders tightly, my nails digging into his flesh as I clung to him, my head thrown back against the wall.

"Abhisar... please..."

His arms tightened around my thighs as he continued to lift and lower me on his hard length, his face contorted with concentration and pleasure. "Come for me, my little wife," he growled. "Milk my seed from me with that tight little hole..."

"Yes... yes... oh god..." I cried out, my body tensing as my release hit me like a runaway train.

He let out a roar, his body stiffening as he drove into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt.

His release pulsed into me, filling me once more as he lifted me onto his hardened length one last time, grinding me down onto him as he spilled into me. Our voices echoed through the chamber, his roar mingling with my cries of release as we both found our satisfaction together.