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| its when the pain is raw, yet the love turns blind then happens the tug, between heart and mind... |
She knew she was playing on a dangerous ground, and that she
should have stopped long before. Now it’s too late. His deep dark eyes were
fixed on her and she felt some butterflies in her veins. She shook her head;
she was not supposed to feel like that. But his look was unnerving. It felt as
if his eyes were caressing every inch of her naked flesh. She could practically
feel his touch and she was disgusted by the way she longed for it.
I must not feel like that.
She reminded herself once again.
He stood up and walked to her. Her heart thumped in her
ribcage, hard. Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his fingers swiftly
holding her palm and tugging her along with him. Her mind went blank. She
frantically tried to think of something, but failed.
Perfect
She threw sarcasm on herself. Next thing she remembers was
being in a luxurious presidential suit of the hotel. It was breathtaking, but
not as much as the man occupying it. His presence filled the entire room and he
kept drawing her like a magnet. No words passed between them, and she hoped
none should. For she did not have an explanation to make. He took two goblets
filled with something sparkling, champagne probably. He put it on the table and
took her by hand. Once again she walked as if in trance, till the soft edge of sofa
poked against her knees. Automatically she sat. He handed her a glass, took
another, touched his with her trembling lips, raised a toast and drank.
Mesmerized, she drank too. This was her first ever, she felt giddy. The man and
the alcohol effect were taking the toll on her. A void and a longing tugged her
heart. She walked to the huge glass pane that oversaw the rest of the world
from the floor. It was beautiful scenery. She sighed as she felt his palms
slipping down on her bare skin, from shoulders, to all the way on her arms,
before they entwined her fingers. It’s been long, really long. She tipped her
head back and laid it on his shoulders. His eager lips grazed her neck. She
felt goose bumps rising. His hands moving up and down all over her quivering
tummy. He held her shoulders firmly and spun her around. Her dreamy eyes
feeling heavy, her back pinned to the pane, feeling the warmth of sunlight and
the man. She gulped down saliva in her throat. He brought his face down and kissed
her hard, like a man who has been hungry for ages. His harshness snapped her
back to reality. She felt mentally repulsed and physically aroused.
Ohh no, this must stop.
But her body denied the sound in her head. Her heart kept
saying yes, but hear mind kept saying no. Her mind rebelled, but her hands
went behind his neck, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper. She heard him
moan in her mouth as his palms circled her tender goblets. She shivered in
ecstasy. Not for a moment had she forgot the way his touch felt, not even for a
single moment in 3 years. His fingers brushed her hyper sensitive buds, and she
felt a trail of water dripping down her inner thighs.
Oh I want him, I want him bad.
She pushed herself to him, shamelessly baring her need of him.
He swung her in his arms and took her to bed, never for a minute breaking the
kiss. Next thing she remembers was his eager teeth tugging on the bared flesh
of her buds and her, arching her back, wanting more. His fingers dipped into
her soft watery flesh in between her legs, and she couldn’t handle more. She
wanted to feel his masculine powers in her feminity again. She urged him on to
the top of her, and she cried in pleasure as he buried himself in her. His face
in her neck breathing hot and hurried. She cried and cried while he moved
feverishly in her. He groaned like an animal, and her voice got stuck in her
throat as they both came together, shattering the earth. Sweaty, he lay on top
of her, breathing heavy and spent. It felt the same, yet different with him. When
he slipped by her side, she got up, went to washroom, and came out showered and
dressed. Apparently he was napping. And before she walked out, she left a note:
Nathan,
Am not sure if it was good to see you again, but was
definitely hot and sweaty. You have grown better as a lover, but I still have
doubts about you as a man. When you wakeup, you will be flooded with our
memories, and that is all you will be left with. By the time you find this, I
will be gone, and knowing you, you will leave no stone unturned to find me. But
you never will. And baby this will make you long for me as I have longed for
you all these years since you walked out on me just like that. I know this all,
because I know you, inside out, like the back of my hand. Never in your life
had you valued love, and I know now when you need it, you aren’t getting any.
You didn’t realize but in all the heat and passion, you whispered my name when
you came. I didn’t wanted this to happen ,but am glad it did. I am free from you now. But I hope you stay
chained, like I have been, all these years.
xxxxxx
