The high-voltage tension in the luxury suite slowly gave way to the heavy, exhausting weight of a long day. Rudransh, despite the dark, wild storms raging in his blood, kept his promise to control himself. He crawled onto the plush mattress, his massive frame shifting as he reached out and dragged Radha’s heavy, soft body firmly against his chest.
Radha didn't even have the energy to squeak. Her face was pressed right against his hard chest, her nose buried in his collarbone, smelling his expensive, addictive cologne. But her unfiltered, loud mouth simply refused to shut down.
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