All Chapters of The Shambala Chronicles : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Maya was placing a series of kisses on Aryan's bare chest. Their discussion had led to another make-out session."Maya if you dont stop now, I won't be able to hold myself anymore." His voice was husky, and his eyes were smouldering. His face was contoured in restrain.She looked up at him and gave a seductive smiled, " why should we stop?""Damm lady, you are killing me," he groaned."Kiss me Aryan," she demanded, her violet eyes were full of lust. "I would do more than just kissing," he warned, though it was more of a promise than a warning."I would like to see that," she replied.He captured her lips in a firm kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Slowly his hand reached behind and undid her bustier, taking it off, revealing her lovely firm breasts.He broke away from the kiss to savour her," you are beautiful," he whispered, almost b

The royal banquet had just ended. Navya's mouth was wrapped around Kyron's shaft while he groaned in ecstasy." This is pure heaven, my lady."She continued working on him until he reached his climax"That was terrific. If that was your first time, you did great." Byron said.She leaned back in the chair, her hands still holding her breasts and smirked."It wasnt my first time." She replied.Kyron opened his mouth to say something then closed it. She picked up the untouched goblet of wine resting on the table and took a sip."What? You didnt like it?" "I liked it, Liked it a lot. I hope I can do that again, often." He said licking his lips.He couldn't believe when Navya the fiancee of the crown prince agreed to accompany to his study. One thing led to another and here they were, pleasuring each other."Well, it is hard

Prahastha could feel his skull throb, he had been kept blindfolded and tied up ever since his capture. He could escape but he preferred to wait. He was patient.Apart from her screams when they were being transported from Ilaksh, he had not seen or heard of Toshani, he prayed that she was fine.He knew Rudra would not harm her intentionally, that boy loved her. Even though he had lied about his identity, and fooled Prahastha as well. He didn't mean to harm Toshani, otherwise, he would not have been able to cross the "line of true motive" spell that Prahastha had cast around their cottage. If Prahastha played his cards well, he would be able to escape with Toshani easily. He was the dark shadow, these binds were trifle for him. His body gently swayed to the rhythm of the ship, as it glided over the calm waters of Saraswati river.The lock clicked, and although he could not see anyone who, Prahastha was aware of his prese

"No," she whispered, though it was more of a yes. "Yes," he stepped in close, pinning her against the wall. "Toshani," he whispered in a voice laden with lust.His lips lightly brushed her ears; she could feel his hot breath as it spilt down her neck followed by his grazing lips.The second pass produced soft, open-mouth kisses.  The third brought out his tongue to trace the cords of her straining muscles. Her breathing was growing harsh. When his teeth firmly sank into her neck, she slightly arched into him and bit her lip. It did little good to stop the moan deep in her throat. He kissed and sucked the tender flesh drawing more sounds from her.When he lifted his head to gaze down at her, she too looked up at him. She hated him. She had to. But God, he made her ache. She wanted to touch him, glide her nails over the firm flesh of his chest and then dig her nai

Toshani woke up, It took her a few seconds to remember where she was and the events of the previous day. She had been brought into what she guessed a castle, then locked up in a luxurious chamber. She was blindfolded until she reached this room which she considered rather necessary, she wasnt planning to run away nevertheless. She sighed as the memories of the earlier night came crashing back to her. Worse yet, she realised that there was an arm wrapped around her waist. Her heart pounding, she searched her memory for an explanation. Assured, that she had no lapse in memory, she concluded that the man must have come to her when she slept. She wriggled out from underneath the muscular arm, slipping to the edge of the bed, trying to put as much distance between herself and the person the arm was attached to. She could easily guess who he was."Good morning Princess," said the voice. There was no need for her to turn around now, she knew that voice.