[Sequel of Warm Love, hence can't be read as a standalone.]
In the first phase, Reyansh concealed a web of mysteries, but as they stand face to face once more, it's Kiraz who holds the tantalizing secrets waiting to be unveiled. These hidden truths...
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Man, how I love to make her blush.
The creamy skin of hers holds a red blush, her dark brown eyes cascading down unsure of how to react, then coming back to meet mine as though searching for honesty in my words, my compliment. The red tendrils frame her face. Teeth press against her soft, petal-like lips, teasing me to replace them with my own, to bite them and deepen the red blush. Bite, suck, lick them until my own lust starts reflecting in her eyes.
"You have always been good with words," she remarks, passing the comment, trying to hide the reaction my words had on her.
My hands reach to tilt her chin towards me, staring straight into her eyes. "I didn't know until you came into my life."
With an amused smile, she teases, "Mister, are you trying to flirt with me?"
"What if I am?"
She ponders, "My husband wouldn't like it."
I gasp. "You are married?"
"With a child," she says, lifting her chin proudly.
My eyes rake over her body. "You look young. Quite young."
"My man couldn't wait until I bloomed into a mature lady."
I take her hand. "I don't blame him. How can a man keep his hands to himself when he has such a beautiful wife?" I place a chaste kiss over the back of her knuckles.
She snatches her hand back, gasping angrily, "My husband is a possessive man. He could kill you for doing this."
"Is he? But it seems you are utterly loyal to him."
"Obviously," she smirks. I lean towards her, moving closer to meet her eyes. "What does he have that I can't offer you better?"
"I don't think so."
"Why not?"
Now it's her turn to lean closer, letting her hot breath fan over the lobe of my ear. "His eyes."
I arched my brows. "What about them?"
"Why should I say it to you?"
"Because when I take your husband's place, I must know what makes my lady's heart flutter."
"Where's the joy in that?" she teases.
"Isn't there?" I muse, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Her breasts flush against my chest, causing her lips to part and a small gasp to escape. "Wouldn't it be better if I knew how to look at you, to make you choose me every time you have an option?"
Her chin wobbles instinctively, her playfulness replaced with palpable trepidation. Questions of our future cruelly raise themselves, forgetting our happiness. She swallows hard, her throat bobbing, trying not to break into tears. "Reyansh."
