With a swift move, he tugged his kurta over his head, baring his torso. Then, reaching down, he grasped the hem of Advika's sari, lifting it high enough to reveal her toned legs.

 He pulled her close, pressing his mouth against hers in a passionate embrace. His tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, tasting her sweetness. 

He cupped them firmly, kneading them gently as he spoke. "These belong to me now."

Ranjeet's tongue darted back and forth across Advika's nipple, causing her to squirm with delight. 

Ranjeet's lips released Advika's nipple, leaving it wet and swollen. He placed his hands on either side of her hips, holding her steady as he lowered himself to the ground. Kneeling between her legs, 

He brushed her cheek with the back of his knuckles. "You're so quiet, chotu," he murmured. "Second thoughts?"

She shook her head, voice barely a whisper. "I just... I don't know how to do this."

That sinful smirk curved his lips. "You don't have to do anything. Just feel, jaan. Let me do the rest."

She inhaled sharply as he leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"Let me teach you how a man should take his wife."

Her body shivered under him. "C-Commander..."

That name—his name on her tongue like reverence—pulled a low growl from his throat.

He kissed her neck, slowly. Then her collarbone. Then between her breasts, letting his tongue flick over the sensitive skin until she gasped, arching against him.

"Don't hide those sounds," he whispered, biting gently. "I want to hear every broken piece of you."

She squirmed beneath him, thighs rubbing together with anticipation.

Then she felt it.

Him.

Hard. Hot. Pressing at her entrance.

She stilled.

He felt it too—her tension.

"Look at me," he said gently.

She did.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to ruin you so sweetly, you'll never forget it."

Her thighs quivered.

Then—slowly—he began to push in.

Her body stretched around him, tight and untouched. She let out a soft cry, biting her lip as her fingers clawed into his shoulders.

"Shhh," he whispered against her cheek. "You're doing perfect. Just breathe. Let me in."

Her breath hitched again as he went deeper—inch by inch—his jaw clenched, holding back everything in him that wanted to thrust. She was too tight. Too hot. Too much.

"Gods," he groaned. "You feel like you were made for me."

Her voice was barely there. "It hurts..."

"I know," he whispered, stilling. "Just a little. Just at first."

He kissed her lips, then her cheek, then her throat, all while staying deep inside her—letting her adjust, letting her body open to him.

When she finally relaxed, her breath evening out, she nodded.

He pulled back—

Then rolled his hips forward again.

She moaned aloud.

"Commander—!"

He grinned against her mouth. "That's it. Say it like that again."

He set a rhythm—slow, grinding, teasing. Each thrust was deep and steady, dragging a gasp from her lips and a growl from his throat.

Their skin slapped together, soft and wet. Her body tightened around him again and again, clinging to him, swallowing him whole.

"C-Commander... please—"

"Please what?" he whispered into her ear, picking up the pace just slightly. "Tell me what you want."

"I—I don't know—"

"Yes, you do. Say it."

"I want..." she broke off with a whimper.

He licked her throat. "You want me to ruin you."

"Y-Yes," she sobbed.

His thrusts grew deeper, harder, still gentle but devastating. Her body began to tremble again—heat curling inside her belly like a flame ready to explode.

"You're close," he muttered, watching her come undone. "I can feel it. Let go for me."

She shattered with a cry, her body tightening, spasming around him.

"Commander—!"

That was it.

With a growl, he buried himself deep, spilling into her with a moan that was both sinful and reverent.

He held her close, breathing hard against her neck as her body continued to twitch beneath him.

After a long silence, she whispered, dazed, "You broke me..."

He kissed her forehead.

"No," he murmured. "I just made you mine."