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There was that disarming grin on his face while he rode into the city by her brother’s side, victorious in battle, again. Curls almost at his shoulders. Another scar on his arm, just below the elbow. The gift she had given him wrapped around his upper arm, a small arm band with the enamelled tiger emblem, she clasped her hands together, they wanted to take the place of the armband.  

A slow fire spread its way across her skin when she felt his eyes on her, tracing up from the jari of her saree, to her shoulder before their eyes met.

Her lips had twisted into a gleeful smile to match his, but the fire raging through her escaped from her eyes. His smile grew wider, as he took his place next to her for the rest of the celebrations. She took a deep breath to calm herself, only for it come out as a shudder as his arms brushed hers.

He looked at her, mischief and desire mingling as they greeted another chieftain.

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Her handmaidens giggled as they went down the corridor. Kundavai began pulling out the many ornaments keeping her hair up in a long bun. She felt his familiar presence, their hands entangling as her hair fell down her back. Her skin erupted in faint goosebumps.

Fingers trailering across her shoulder blades, he pushed her hair over one shoulder. They traced a path back to her neck, to undo the hooks of the numerous chains.

Her back arching to his touch, he kissed down her spine, fingers searching for the clasps of the waist chain. A slow molten heat spread through her veins, the only sound she heard was the chain falling to the floor as his tongue traced the same path as his lips up her to neck. The earrings found their way to the tray by the side. She craned her neck to give his lips more skin to set fire to.

Hands on her arms, she turned to face him as he kissed his way down her collar bones, the valley between her breasts, her ribs. Her breath coming out in short bursts, she held on to his shoulders as she felt him take off her anklets. Knees buckling, his calloused hands pushing her skirts up while he left a trail of small kisses along her shins, her thighs.

Her mind went blank with desire. All sensation arising from his tongue tracing circles around her, his fingers plunged deep and her hands clutching his hair, her voice already hoarse.

When her breathing had found a steady rhythm again, she turned to look at him grinning at her, she smiled. He curled around her when they stumbled onto her silk sheets, head under her chin and limbs tangling with hers. Humming, she ran her hand up and down his back, settling into the warmth of his sweat soaked skin. 

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A water tank, overflowing with lotus leaves, drops of diamond water shining in the moonlight. Hidden away in the bramble and thick bushes at the edge of the fort.

Vandiyadevan watched as Kundavai waded into the water. Saree floating around her, tendrils of wet hair clinging to her hips. She turned, the water gently lapping her shoulders.

He stepped into the water, the tide that follows the moon.

The moon, wrapping her arms around his shoulders pressed her coral lips against his neck.

Tracing down his scars, volcanos erupting on his water-cooled skin.

Back pressed into the warm steps of the tank, Vandiyadevan’s face framed by the inky blue sky with its numerous stars.

His eyes dark with desire, skin pressed against her.

Nails running up his thighs languidly, toes tracing paths on his shins.

Kundavai pressed her nose into his shoulders breathing in his familiar scent, mixed with the faint muddy smell of the water as she came apart around him, again.

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