zeal of his love

I NEED YOU

RIDDHIMA'S POV:

I clenched my eyes as the pooling rays of the standing sun flooding the room through the big window directly in front of our bed prickled my closed lids. Blinking repeatedly I finally gave up, separating my lashes I woke up, coaxing myself back from the wet dreamland. I exhaled loudly, feeling too warm, and looked down to find I was wrapped around my husband, fast asleep, both naked.

Wow, I just kept staring, his head on my chest like a baby, cheek resting on one of my breasts, his tight hold on my other one as my erected bud between his thumb and forefinger. My breath stopped as I waited and waited for the panic attack, for the disgust to settle in from the touch on my breasts but nope. There was just nervousness, my beating heart going crazy as he rubbed his cheek against my nipple in his sleep making it stand to attention as my heart jumped raced.

Even though he's fast asleep, his hold was screaming possessiveness in capitals, close. Soft morning light fell on his face, filtering through the curtains lightening his features. My heart was a mess, I cupped my mouth to drown the moan threatening to escape when his other hand on my ass squeezed. My heart stopped while my toes curled as color rushed painting red every inch of my pale skin as my eyes went wide at a slight movement from him. He was still inside me, buried deep and my legs were wrapped around his waist my arms around his shoulders.

I raise my head slightly, scared that I might wake him. He looks so relaxed in sleep, so calm. Last night was a toll on him and I don't think I would ever be able to erase his broke form from my memory. I shook my head, I tilted my head, and my lips curled up as my eyes just can't seem to leave the sight of his beautiful face. I can't quite believe this man is mine, all mine. Last night was a bonus delivery of surprises.

I tentatively stroke his hair, running my fingertips running through those luscious locks and pushing them away from his shut lashes. Looking at his pouting lips, I just can't believe he was the devil who kept me up all night. Sleeping like a baby, looking so innocent, oh I know he is anything but innocent. My courage soured as he doesn't stir but snuggled more into me. His hand which was on my breast squeezed hard as I bit my lip, tasting a tangy taste of blood on my tongue drowning moan of both pain and pleasure. I still can't quite grasp it, this handsome man, he's mine.

Last night, was wow, there's no other word for it. Desire, dark, sleek, and wanton runs hot through our veins. Our skin slapped tother as sinful moans spilled every corner of our bedroom, and sheets crumbled around us. His cool touch ignited a fire on my skin with every iniquitous touch. His hold, his smoldering dark gaze everything was just perfect. And now, lying in his arms with him sprawled on my chest, his arms on me, felt very easy and natural. I laughed at my silliness. My fears all seemed silly now.

How easily I forgot all my insecurities, my dread taking a back seat as I drowned in his eyes. And I even rode him, I hid my face in my palm as fresh waves of embarrassment hit me hard. How strongly he had started to mean to me that I broke all my ties with sanity, fear, and the world; all that was left was him. The hold he had over me made me brake all barriers, but.

This but is hanging between us creating this invisible wall, separating us. His little confession of having put me in the path of danger despite knowing better was devastating telling me how much I don't know him. How much of a mystery he is to me.

His hugging lashes moved slightly as my hands were no longer caressing his hair. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers on my breast rounded my areola, and my throat parched. His scraped knuckles grazed along my skin leaving me panting as his fingers trailed up, tracing a pattern on my collarbone, before ascending to enveloping my small palm from my face in his large one before taking it back in his hair. Removing the hold of his other hand on my butt he held my other palm, interlocking the digits as he placed a kiss on the back of my palm hiding the joined hands under his chest.