Mind, body and soul– conjoin me with you.

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Now aware of the truth, Nadira and Aryamna lay warm in each other's embrace, resting in the silent aftermath. Nadira drew haphazard shapes upon his chest, wondering about all the forgotten nights she had spent with him, tucked in his arms and melted by his kisses. She didn't remember anything completely, only blocks of half-written stories. But the sensations were still alive.

She could feel his hot skin steam like a boiling syrup under her touch. It wasn't her quality now to approach the delicate subject of intimacy. Perhaps in the past she had been bolder to charge at him in passion, but now she could only wait.

"You wouldn't think me to be a crude man, will you?"

"Why?"

She followed his gaze, which cautiously drank the flesh pressed between her breasts. Flustered, she retracted her hand from his chest. Maybe she had unwittingly turned him on.

"Don't stop," he whispered. "I like your dreamy touch."

"We should go to sleep." Please, tell me no.

"I thought," he grabbed her plump back, "we could spend the night sharing more of us."

Maybe he was waiting for this night, this exact moment. It would be a lie if she said she wasn't thirsty too.

"I had promised to not be close to you unless you told me your secret." He swallowed. The cotton skirt strained over her round bottom, stretching even further on her thick thighs. "They were always so nice to touch," he said out loud, the unintentional confession confusing Nadira. "I mean, one can exchange your breasts for a pillow. It's so soft and juicy–"

Oh no.

Nadira eyed him with a flare in her gaze, the curve of her brows hinting at her being flattered.

He gulped. "I have been doing nothing for sixteen years, Nadira. Not even...by myself. I-I just can't take it anymore."

She bent her body, accentuating her hips and pressing her moulds to his chest. If she didn't have the words, she could instead ask for it like this.

"I want to make love to you," he said.

She pursed her lips. "I have a little fear."

Aryamna stiffened. He crooned in her ears, "I will never hurt you. The pain in your eyes kill me. Allow me to show you what love is, and all your fears will be gone. I ain't a lecherous man, although I do lust for you. But, only for you." His hand gently pressed on her butt and she parted her lips. "Do you fear me?"

"I-I don't." Look at those eyes, such a glittering shade of blue, flaming in the red of love. "It's about my own body. I don't know, but I don't feel very confident about my curves, or the folds of skin on my belly. The worst being the scar–"

Aryamna released his hold on her and sat upright to pull out his attire. Within moments he was as naked as a marble statue of Revat. Nadira stared at him in awe of his beauty. She felt she was nothing in front of his godly perfection.

Not a bit of unnecessary fat on his body, no blemish, no spot. Even his manhood was a curve carefully erected.

"I have gone naked before you plenty of times, so I don't have any shame. I don't mind walking around the house like this, if it's you watching me."

He climbed over her, the pendant of rose quartz dangling down, inviting Nadira to bite it. The moonbeams falling on his chiselled face blessed Nadira with a sight she would rather memorise than forget again. She would remember this in dream and nightmare, when awake and when fainting. This was a gift of god. She didn't know what she did to have such a remarkably attractive husband.

"You are gorgeous, Nadira. Always have been," he assured. "Can I take off your clothes?"

She wanted to love him but was anxious about her own mortal skin. It wasn't so well-made as him. Not in her perspective, at least.

"I take your silence as a consent."

"I am too muddled up in my head to speak. So please, do what must be done." Nadira wanted him to taste her. "Sixteen years is a long time, Aryam. I crave you too."

He undid the belt that kept the skirt and blouse in place, throwing it impatiently on the floor. At first he struggled with the filthy buttons. "Forgive me, a lack of practice."

"It only shows you are loyal."

"We need to do these things more often," he muttered under his raspy breath. "Finally the buttons accept defeat."

"I must say you are good with buttons still. You were quick."

He smirked at her, a self-conceited show of his mastery. "Thanks. I guess I know how to prepare my lady."

Aryamna pulled out her blouse and let her skirt slip down to the floor. There, in front of him, was an exquisite creation of flesh and bones. He loved how she had gained some weight. He remembered her breasts having grown when she was expecting a child. Alas, the plague ruined her whole health, reducing her to a skeleton. He could never stop loving her; with the trials and tribulations his affections only increased tenfold, but his heart cried at the thought of her being sickly and miserable. Now, she was indeed a woman, so full in her structure. She looked fit as a fiddle.

"Care to tell me what disturbs you, because I can only imagine questionable things which I wish to do with you soon."

Nadira bit her nails and then pointed down. "That scar. And I have grown fat."

"You aren't fat. You are a woman. A buxom beauty," he placed a hand on her waist, "with ample of tender skin for me to play with."

He looked down at the scar– the cut made near her private parts. "This is from where they took out our baby. Why be ashamed of it?"

"It feels like a flaw."

"Men love battle scars, Nadira. We revere them." He traced the line, his feathery touch causing her to shiver. He raised a brow. "My kitten is ticklish."

He titillated her sides, causing her to squeal and squeeze her legs. With every movement, her bosom jiggled. "You should be wet."

"Stop it." She hid her face. "You talk too much."

"I like to know in each and every step how you are feeling." He rubbed her belly, his hand slowly travelling up to her chest. "I love being vocal."

"Then continue."

"I didn't hear."

She flushed a pink of spring. Raising her voice, she said, "Please, adore me more."

He showered kisses on her neck and she pulled him closer, crashing her body on him. Her firm breasts pushed against his torso, the hardened buds poking his skin. She craned her neck for him to have a better access to the favourite spot. Aryamna's erection rubbed on her stomach. She reached for his bottom and caressed it.

Nadira grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to kiss his lips. He caught her lower lip and moistened it, and slowly released it as Nadira raised herself up to gasp for air. He gave her a wry smile, and she bit her lip, reaching up and pulling his face back to her, cutely licking his lips before kissing him again. He enjoyed the feeling of her smooth pink lips, hungry for passion.

Aryamna slipped to her jawline, then traced her neck with butterfly kisses until he reached a soft and warm part of her neck that he liked. He heard a small growl emerge from her throat and felt the vibration of her voice at his lips. Her breaths quickened as he moved ever so slowly downwards, past her collarbones, down to the first mount of her breast.

He licked around the reddish brown areola, watching her loll back her head in bliss. He smiled, knowing he was going exactly right. Playing with her a little, he blew on her buds. She moaned and arched her back to clash his lips to her skin. Her breaths hitched whenever he pulled on them.

So, to excite her further, he fastened his pace. Now he suckled her so passionately that her eyes rolled back. She chanted his name between 'ah' and 'oh'. It delighted him, and he used his free hand to fondle the other breast at the same time. When the left breast was done, he went to the right, giving it the same treatment while running his fingers along her inner thigh.

"Move down," she declared. Nadira was surprised by her boldness. Maybe she was getting back her former colours.

He placed a trail of kisses from the clevage to her navel, earning another moan from her. Then, squeezed between her luscious thighs and loving the teaseful suffocation, he rolled her tongue around her womanhood, exploring every fragile corner of the pink flesh. She would press him closer with her legs when he used his fingers to spread the area of the nubbin at the tip of the vulva. He inserted his tongue for the ultimate move, causing her to go dripping wet.

"Are you ready?" he asked, pausing to take a breath.

"I am."

Aryamna tapped her private parts with his erection. "Tell me if you feel any discomfort. You are doing it after years, so I do not want you to be forced into it."

"Don't worry. Just go slow at first. I am pretty sure my body was waiting eagerly for this moment. Kitten is going to let you in without any trouble."

He grinned. "You are miserable. So am I."

Thus, he entered her, slow and careful. She blushed scarlet as he moved in and out, peeking at his hips as he performed. "This is the best action the Senapati can do," she said. "Better than those stupid wars."

"We can go wild like soldiers someday."

"You have a plethora of fantasies."

She wrapped his legs around him, trapping him close. He bent lower to suck on her lips, murmuring sweet nothings to her as he increased his speed gradually. She dug her nails in his back. "I didn't do anything to please you tonight," she said suddenly.

"What do you mean? You made me go mad!"

"No, but I wasn't as active as you," she explained. "Next time you will tell me what all you like, so that I can try things on you."

"Just moan my name, Nadira." He hit the pleasure spot. Mouth agape, she called out his name in desperation. He raised himself up, pulling her legs on his shoulders and hitting the burning spot. "Sweet suffering."

She pulled the bed sheets above her head, quivering as he built her up. She snaked an arm around his neck and brought him down for a kiss. Her tongue went to his collarbone, flicking itself seductively. He relished the shivering sensation with half-open eyes. He caught her hands and pinned them above her head. Their inebriated stares drunk the wine of blue and cocoa. The thrusts became deeper and more daring, making Nadira's voice reach a feverish pitch.

"How long do you have?" he asked.

"I will... I will..."

The world around them dissolved.

He waited and waited and waited for the climax, for them to taste the height of Kama together, for that glorious moment where both of them couldn't think properly anymore—for those couple of seconds where they were joined by their passion—and once he felt her contracting, he let himself go, letting out a gasp of his own and collapsing onto her.

Aryamna studied her glowing face. "I love you, Nadira."

He would always tell her this after they were done making love. He didn't forget his duty even now, after so many years.

"I love you too, Aryam."

And she would reciprocate, always. Forever.