Khushi's POV
Desires
I'm in the woods, the same woods in which I dreamed, a few months ago, to meet with my mother.
But it is not the same dream.
If before I felt anguish, terror is now to shake my heart, pulling in an endless abyss.
I feel hands on me, violent, brutal; cause me unbearable pain in body and soul.
I'm screaming, but no one can hear me.
It's the end, I cannot breathe, I cannot think, I cannot even move.
All I see is darkness, a darkness of hell, deep, from which I shall never more to emerge.
A sob shakes me, and open my eyes suddenly.
I feel strange warmth spread through my body, and I hear a scent known to the nostrils.
I look up, my eyes filled with tears, and I struggle with the beautiful emerald pools, looking at me intently, as if to want to peer into the soul.
I do not think about anything except the warmth that his body close to mine gives me.
And almost unconsciously, I immerse my face in his chest as the sobs shake me the chest.
I squeeze his hand with mine, at this time I need him.
I need someone to help me, to take care of me.
And he did. He saved me, he sad saved me from that man.
I find myself to smell his perfume, as I feel his hand stroking my hair.
- Stay calm, it's all over ... - His melodious voice is anxious, worried.
I do not answer, I let myself simply tighten stronger, while the sobs increase in intensity.
I know that I have to stop, that I should not show my weakness, but I cannot.
I'm too shaken, and he is the only one who, at the time, has the power to soothe my pain.
Slowly he raised my chin with his hands, forcing me to meet his green eyes, serious and worried.
My eyes are shocked, terrified, and glow in the dark.
- It's over, Khushi-his voice is warm, he has never talked about it this way - You're safe-
I nod, and with a trembling hand I grab his, I need to feel his presence.
I need to know I'm not alone.
- Thanks-I say honest, but my voice breaks, while another sob shakes me.
No answer, he just hugs me, keeping in touch our eyes that I close when I feel a hand caressing my cheek.
I feel strange warmth on the cheeks, I'll probably be flushed.
Our eyes are still chained, I cannot look away.
Slowly, almost hypnotized, I approached my face to his, savouring his scent.
I feel an electric shock when our lips touch, a kiss sweet, delicate, that has nothing to do with the overwhelming passion that has involved both a few hours ago.
I sigh and feel his hands resting on my head and squeeze it gently.
Our lips collide and his tongue asking for access to my mouth.
I hatched the lips, and begin a slow dance of passion, while gracefully he makes me lie down on the bed, putting on me.
I don't put off my eyes from his, looking at me ecstatic, almost with reverence.
He kisses the corner of my mouth and then gently grazed my lips. His body is close to mine; I almost feel the gentle beat of his heart.
He kisses my neck, in a slow caress, and I sigh with pleasure.
His mouth gently touches my face, landing on the lobe of my ear.
- You have no idea how wonderful you are, Khushi-his is just a whisper, but I feel the same. And his voice, warm and sensual, it makes me almost creepy. He kisses my shoulder, and then gets to my throat, and start exploring my neck slowly.
He crosses my eyes again, and I see desire, passion, but also sweetness, in his green irises.
-When I saw what he was doing I ... ' he sighs and his voice breaks. He kisses me again, our lips brushing against a return, but this time a kiss is different: it is despair that I feel in contact with his body, and I drop a pale tear to my eyes. Tear that he dries it with his lips, stroking my face.
- Make the love with me, Khushi-it's not an order, or an imposition.
It was praying, I feel the pleading in his voice.
And pain at the thought that I may refuse to give myself to him.
He is not going to hurt me, I'm sure.
He protected me, he saved my life, and he took care of me in times of need.
I want to make love with him. This certainty upsets me; I cannot believe what has just worked my mind.
Slowly I moved away from him, ours is the pain of separation. I look in his eyes, full of excruciating pain and I am coming back to his lips.
I feel the intensity of his kisses. I lie down on the bed again and I feel his hands leaving a fiery trail on my body.
Slowly he undresses me, pulling the silk nightgown. I help him to get rid of the clothes until we find both naked.
I feel exposed, vulnerable, but also safe.
He looks at my naked body with reverence, but his gaze is serious.
He is delicate; I've never been touched so gently.
- You do not know how much I you want-his voice is strong, husky, I feel the desire in his tone. Suddenly he took my waist, taking me under him, chaining my legs with his.
Our faces are close, our lips almost touching.
-I want all of you-he move away my hair from the face, leaving my neck exposed. I bowed my head to the side, delighted with pleasure that cause his lips on my neck.
- Your body-caressing my stomach.
I feel his hands on my belly; I feel the warmth of his touch on every inch of my skin.
- Your mind -he kissed me gently on the forehead, and then kisses my eyelids.
- Your soul-he concluded, looking intently into my eyes, and leaning his forehead to mine.
He shakes my hand, my fingers intertwined with his. This desire is destroying me the soul, but I cannot help but crave the warmth.
- Tell me you want me, Khushi-he start kissing gently the neck.
The pleasure makes its way in me, and I cannot do anything else, to close my eyes and shake his hands with more strength in mine.
His lips leave trails of fire on my body.
- Arnav ... - I call him by name.
- Tell me that you want me-his lips are on my face, close to my mouth.
I open my eyes, and I fight with two dark pools, excited, full of desire.
-I want you- I'm able to whisper before have his manhood inside me.
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I look into his eyes; I see joy in his eyes.
He smiles, a sincere smile, terribly seductive, and gives me one last kiss to die for, before lying down on his side of the bed.
He grabs me by the waist, pulling me with him, covering both with the sheet.
I rest my head on his chest; I do not want to get away from him.
I close my eyes start to feel tired.
I let myself be lulled by the accelerated beat of his heart, and slowly slide in sleep, feeling protected and safe.
Edited by DUGGUlicious - 11 years ago
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