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She stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open as she felt the graze of his beard on her skin.

She looked down, seeing him nuzzling her belly.

"Mm, what are you doing?"

She asked, her voice drowsy with sleep. He looked up at her, his face still nuzzling her stomach. He gave her a small smirk.

"Just enjoying the softness of your skin."

He murmured, his hands still tracing circles on her waist. He let her sit up, his hands falling away from her waist. He sat back on the edge of the bed, watching her.

He couldn't help but admire the way her saree clung to her curves, the fabric accentuating her body. He let his eyes slowly roam over her, taking in her sleepy yet beautiful appearance. "What time is it?" He glances at the clock on the bedside table.

"It's around 7 pm." He said, his eyes still fixed on her. "Oh, god, I slept so much." He watched her, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You were tired." He said, his eyes flickering over her sleep-mussed hair and slightly flushed cheeks.

With the servants' call, they went for dinner. After dinner, she returned to their room first, and he followed her.

He didn't waste a second once they were in the room. He pushed her up against the wall, his body pressed against hers from behind.

He was already feeling aroused, and the feel of her body pressed against his made him even more so. He grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you." He murmured in her ear. She wriggled. He could feel her body wriggling beneath his hold. He tightened his grip on her wrists, keeping her in place.

"Stop moving." He said, his voice gruff.

He leaned down, pressing his chest against her back.

"I'm in charge here. You're going to do as I say." "I'm tired", she protested., He didn't care that she was tired. His own desires consumed him.

"Shut up." He ordered, his voice harsh. He moved faster, his hunger at its peak; they were already out of their clothes, he practically tore her saree, his own need taking over.

"You won't disobey me again." He groaned, his voice hoarse.

He was lost in his own pleasure, taking what he wanted from. She was just whispering, whimpering.

Her body pressed tightly against the wall. He could feel the way her body trembled and ached beneath his touch.

He relished the power he had over her in that moment. He was in control, and she was submitting to him.

"You're mine." He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Ahh, never no". He heard her protests, but he wasn't listening.

"You can't deny it." He said, his voice firm. "You're mine. You belong to me."

He kept her pinned against the wall, his body pressed tightly against hers.

"Say it." He commanded, his voice a rough growl. "Say you belong to me.

"No, never. I'm not yours, my heart, my soul. You can never have". His expression darkened at her words.

He felt a mix of anger and frustration. He didn't like being contradicted.

"You're being stubborn again." He said, his voice firmer now. "You don't have a choice." He said, his voice almost cold.

Hours later, they were lying in bed together, sweaty and breathless.

He was still lost in the afterglow, his body satiated. He rolled over, looking at her.

"You're mine." He murmured, his voice huskier than usual. She said nothing. He looked at her, his expression turning to one of frustration.

"Why won't you say it?" He asked, his voice firmer now. He reached over and grabbed her chin, making her look at him.

"Say you're mine." He commanded, his grip tight. "No, I'm not. I'm not your property," she again protested, even after everything; her defiance did not settle. His expression darkened at her refusal.

He could feel the anger boiling inside him."You don't get to choose." He said, his voice firm.

"You are mine. And I won't tolerate your defiance."

He reached over and pinned her wrists above her head again.

"You're mine." He repeated. "I'll make you understand that one way or another."He was again in her thrusting.

He was relentless in his ministrations, determined to make her submit to him. He pounded into her, his pace rough and furious. He leaned down, his face inches from hers.

"Say you're mine." He said, his voice dripping with authority. "Say," Her legs were spread wide open for him, and her hands clutched tightly at the bedsheets.

He watched her with an intense hunger in his eyes."Say it." He repeated, his voice firmer this time.

"Say you're mine." "No, not in this life, not in any. I hate you for making me so vulnerable," his expression darkened at her refusal.

He continued his ministrations, his movements now more forceful. "Why are you being so stubborn?" He asked, his voice rough.

"You're only making things harder on yourself.

The hours ticked by, and he continued their passionate encounter.

He was relentless in his ministrations, taking his pleasure from her body again and again.

By the end, they were both exhausted, their bodies spent.

He lay in bed next to her, watching her breathing slow.

"You're worn out." He said, his voice softer now. She closed her eyes. He watched as she closed her eyes, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of their encounter.

He reached over and gently ran his hand through her hair, her skin sweaty and sticky.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice unusually gentle. "Hmm," she hummed. He could hear the exhaustion in her response.

"You're exhausted." He said, his voice soft. He ran his hand down her arm, gently tracing her skin with his fingers.

"You should get some rest." She distances a little, trying to sleep. He could feel her trying to create distance between them.

"Don't pull away." He said, his voice firmer now.

He reached out and pulled her closer to him, holding her tightly.

"Stay close to me." "No, please, I want to sleep like that only."

He could hear the exhaustion in her voice, but he still felt a twinge of annoyance at her unwillingness to be close to him.

He rolled his eyes, but relented. "Fine." He said, his voice gruff.

He shifted himself away from her, giving her the space she wanted. She curled up. He watched her curl up on her side, feeling frustration and a strange sense of loss.

He couldn't help but feel slightly lonely, even though she was just inches away from him.

He reached out and gently touched her shoulder, unable to resist the urge to be close to her. He pulled her closer to him again, his arm wrapping around her waist.

"Don't be so far away." He murmured, his voice gruff. "My home was better, at least no one there to bother me in sleep", she murmured. His expression hardened at her words.

"I'm not bothering you." He said defensively. He paused for a moment, his grip on her waist tightening.

"Your home was better?" He asked, his voice a hint of sarcasm. She mumbled something inaudible.

He rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed.

"Speak up, damn it." He said, his voice firmer. "I can't hear you."

"Yes, it's better", she remarked. His expression darkened at her affirmative answer.

"Better? In what way?" He asked, his voice sharp.

He sat up slightly, trying to get a look at her face. "You weren't there", she said as a matter of fact, "Are you saying you didn't miss me?" He asked, his voice incredulous. "Not even a little bit?"

"There was little freedom. Why would I miss you? Are you delusional or something?" she scoffed.

"She wasn't sure if he was her enemy or her fool — perhaps both."

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