(Chapter 7)

Syha

Following that passionate night, Araan and I have gotten closer on an intimate level. Somehow we always seek touch from each other now, craving the physical contact more and more, our make out sessions last longer than usual and we sneak up every chance to be all over each other no matter where we are.

I'm just glad that Araan's not letting his past dwindle the bubble of our beautiful present and he's physically as responsive to me as I am to him. It's written in the way he shudders whenever my lips touch his neck, especially that sweet spot right below his ear, or when my hand hovers too close to his groin, and he'd all but melt and grow desperate for more. It is extremely sweet as well as arousing to experience such thrill with someone.

There's no doubt that I like Araan, really like him. Now that I've got glimpses of the real Araan, I can not help but swoon at how soft-hearted and lovely he is. The most kind and sweetest. And when things take a little turn, he's the most hot and demanding, it's a perfect contrast, both personalities leave me breathless.

With our growing cravings, it's now a days hard to be in the same space and not touch. We can't even last long without touching or kissing. Even the task as simple as cooking got so riled up and in a couple minutes, I was sitting on the countertop with Araan standing between my legs and his warm mouth on my neck, sucking slow marks.

So, instead of the expected sizzling sound that's supposed to echo in the kitchen, it's now my moans reasonating within the walls. It's hot really. The way our bodies just call out to each other, unable to clasp down the burning coil of desire. Our bodies just know each other, and for a second I let myself hope that our hearts do too.

"Fuck, I love how soft and big they are." Araan gasps against my skin, his hands cupping my clothed breasts as he gives them a handful of squeeze, making my eyes roll close and legs tighten around his hips. "Only mine to play with, right?"

I would've laughed at his demands if not so painfully aroused. "Yes, o-only yours to play- ahh- suck- oh," mouth falls open, panting desperately and cling onto him for dear life as he makes a lowly noise. And I freeze.

What the hell did I just say?

Well, it is very much notable that Araan has grown overly attracted and fond with touching my chest since that night. If I dare to go and say obssessed even. And I am not ashamed to admit how freaking hot and arousing it is, as I have said before, my body just knows him and his touches. And I am also not ashamed to admit that I am having some fantasies including my boobs and him- well, you know about that.

But did I just make it weird or something? Because Araan's now looking at me like a predator about to pounce on its prey and his hands have slid down to my hips, squeezing there hard enough to bruise. I keep myself upright with hands on his shoulders, chest heaving and panting, our eyes locked in an intense staring contest.

I break the silence first, "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable or weirded out."

The darkness in his eyes clears out a bit but not fully goes away as he suddenly tugs me closer and I'm painfully aware of how wet I am when my lower part is pressed against his stomach. He smirks.

"Why the hell would you apologize for granting my dream come true?" The way he eyes me, low smirk on his lips, voice dangerously hoarse and gaze sharp and piercing, my body jolts and a whimper slips out of my lips instantly.

"Really?" My finger absently twirls a curl at the base of his nape, I'm sure my eyes mirror his lust and when I deliberately press against him, letting him know how he makes me feel, he literally growls. So damn hot, and I think I can come just from his voice alone. But I need more. Really.

He leans his head close and very sensually, drags a lick from my chin up to my cheek, then gently bites the apple of it. Eyes falling close, I let the pleasant shudder wave down to my toes as they curl in ecstacy.

"Baby, I've been dreaming about sucking those precious jewels since last week." He speaks slowly and making sure each word is emphasized by a squeeze to the precious jewels, as he says it so poetically. "But I didn't want to do anything to not scare you off or you might think we are taking things too fast."

With a painful realization, I notice the slight insecurity dancing in his irises as he looks at me softly now. Cupping his cheek, I kiss his lips slow and sweet, then kiss the tip of his nose before resting our foreheads together.

"You'd never do anything to scare me away, Araan. Didn't I tell you before that I'm in for the long race? Don't ever doubt yourself while around me." I finish with a kiss to his forehead.

He smiles warmly and kisses me for a few seconds. "Thank you, I-I really like you, Syha."

Oh, damn.

"Hm?" I can't suppress the hopeful smile and the sound of my name falling off his tongue like honey. "I like you too, so much." We seal the confession with one last peck before I hop off the counter.

"We gotta finish the dinner if we don't want to be starved for the night." I add.

He pouts and tries to lure me back in. As much as I want to carry on, I want this small emotional moment to be cherished with our horny asses at bay. There'd be plently of time explore our new fantasies. Later.

For now, it's a weekend night and a happily married couple is eager to make dinner while sharing their childhood stories with each other.

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Wanted a title to suit the story more. So I changed it.