The chamber was lit only by firelight.
Tall brass lamps flickered in every corner, casting a golden glow across the bed, the walls, and the full-length mirror that now stood at the foot of the royal mattress. It hadn’t been there before.
Aaradhya stood before it now, trembling slightly. Bare beneath the sheer gold veil, skin still scented with saffron and rose, her body wrapped in chains that glittered like desire.
Behind her, Aaryan.
He stood close. Not touching. Just watching. Drinking in the image of her reflected in the mirror.
"Look at yourself," he said softly.
She did.
Her breath caught.
In the mirror, she looked like sin carved from silk. Her nipples pressed against the fabric of the veil. Her inner thighs bore faint red marks from his grip the night before. Her eyes were wide, lips parted, cheeks flushed.
"This," he whispered behind her, fingers finally ghosting down her arms, "is what a claimed woman looks like."
She shivered.
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "And I want you to watch every second as I take you again."
He undid the chain around her waist slowly, letting it fall with a soft clink. His fingers slid up her thighs, around her hips, and to her breasts, cupping them over the veil, teasing her nipples into tight peaks.
She gasped as he pinched lightly.
In the mirror, their bodies moved in sync. Her back arched, his chest pressed against her spine, his hands bold and unashamed.
Then he turned her to face him.
Their eyes met.
He lifted her easily, carrying her to the bed.
"On your knees. Face the mirror."
She obeyed, crawling to the center of the mattress, resting her palms on the headboard, body exposed, the mirror reflecting her every breath.
Aaryan knelt behind her.
His hand gripped her hip, the other running up her spine. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmured. "Open. Waiting. Wanting."
She whimpered.
He entered her in one slow, deep thrust.
Her head fell forward, a moan leaving her lips.
"No," he said, grabbing her hair gently. "Watch. I want you to see what you do to me."
She raised her eyes, locking onto their reflection in the mirror.
It was raw. Intimate. Wild.
His body moved against hers in steady, powerful strokes. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her lips parted in soft cries. His hand slid around to rub her clit in slow, torturous circles.
"Say my name," he growled.
"Aaryan... oh God... Aaryan!"
She shattered.
Her body convulsed, her voice breaking as she cried out his name again and again, trembling beneath him.
But he wasn’t done.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and climbed over her, sliding inside her again in one thrust.
This time, his lips found hers. Deep. Bruising. Hungry.
He slowed down, kissing her between each thrust, his hand cradling her face.
"You undo me," he whispered against her lips.
Her eyes widened.
He saw it. Felt it. The emotion in his voice he hadn’t meant to let slip.
She cupped his cheek softly. "Then let yourself be undone."
And he did.
This time, when he came, it wasn't just lust. It was possession. Worship. A surrender he hadn't expected to give.
He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms.
For the first time, he held her through the silence.
And for the first time, she felt not just claimed...
But cherished.
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