TRA S2: PART 40

Hearing his voice, her eyelids lifted, opening up her soul to him.  Her lips couldn't utter a word, she just sighed spent and sated. Her mind was lost in the whirlpool of emotions surging through her entire being.

Eyes still glued to hers, his magical fingers glided up slowly following the same path it trailed down minutes ago reaching for her lips, she giggled at the sensation.

The sound of her giggles woke The Beast in him....
Those fingers of his traced her lips, spreading the moisture...

The Gazelle's eyes widened with Realisation, The Beast's darkened with Appetence.

He decided to end his agony and make her completely his as his own body was on fire and he felt himself pulsating with anticipation.

M: Mama...

That was the only sound heard between his hungry kisses in the wee hours coupled with rustling of fabrics caused by hurried removal of his garments that's been keeping him away from her for the taking.

She welcomed his ardent impatience with an embrace of devotion towards ardour and amity.

It was then that they were both ready to make their worlds collide in every sense of word. The Body. The Mind. The Soul.

What followed next was a journey of discovery...

The Ancient Dance of Life...
The Echoes of Raw Passion.....
The Amorous Encounter of Love and Lust...

A Wild Voyage witnessed only by the emerging Sun and vanishing Moon...
A Secret well kept by the concrete Walls and the flowing Curtains...
A Resonant heard by the Silence of the Hour

They Groaned...
They Grunted...
They Moaned...
They Panted...

They were fascinated and enthralled at this newfound act of love.

When a swish of wind blew through the window, letting in the first rays of dawn peek between the shy curtains, he collapsed on top of her trying to recover his breath and his senses.

After a couple of moments, he realized, he might be crushing her with his weight, so he slightly lifted himself off her and that's when he saw the enchantress below him. Yes, his enchantress.

She looked at him barely for an instant before looking away from his eyes, red faced, blushing profusely and flooded with embarrassment; she hid her face in his chest.

Smiling at her shyness towards him, he pulled her face gently to face him, the corner of lids glistened in the dimmed room. Bending down towards the side of her face, he kissed those cooled tears from the edge of her eyes.

That's when he was graced again by the sight of her beautiful eyes which sparkled with love. She kissed him sweetly on his lips and pulled him into the circle of her arms, bringing their damp and sweaty bodies closer to cover her.

Realising she was cold; he pulled the blanket beside her, over them. The soft sheets felt cool sliding over her still heated skin.

M : Mama...

She whispered above his lips. That small voice electrified his senses, like a bee drawn to honey, he was drawn to her. Like opposite poles, he etched to her.

Be it.....
Her voice...
Her touch...
Or
Just the way she looks at him...
Everything was blissful.
Bliss!
He found bliss in her!

He placed one last kiss on her rosy lips before hugging her to his chest and whispered,

K : Mullai..

Now, she was truly his wife, in every way, he thought to himself with a huge smile on his face; he lay completely satiated, listening to the soothing beating of their hearts, luxuriating in the closeness of the moment. But what actually soothed him was the satisfaction, the feeling of oneness.

He felt as if the very reason for his existence in this world, is in his arms right now.
His Boon.
His Mullai.

The Clock on the Wall decided to stop ticking, giving more time for its favourite couple to bask in their passionate moment a little longer...

The Curtain on the Window decided to stay still, preventing the morning rays from waking the spent lovers...

The Latch at the Door decided to stay stuck, stopping anyone from entering this sanctuary of love cradling these young hearts...

TBC