[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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"We're not over."
"No, we aren't."
"You don't hate me," she asks as we lie panting hard. Our limbs are tangled with each other, along with our scents. Sweat glistens on her skin, much like my own. Dim light dances in the room, reminiscent of the scent of our passion. Her chest heaves with every breath, yet she waits for my answer, her breath bated. Her eyes, a blend of sensuality and innocence, steal my breath away, pulling me into a fierce embrace and urging me to erase the entire world. Burn every inch of it until only ashes remain, showing her that no one will ever hurt her again.
I pull her to me by her waist, pressing her soft breast against my chiseled chest. A gasp escapes her swollen lips. I kiss her forehead to feel her presence. Even though just moments ago she was strangling my waist, while I explore her hitting the G-spot. To feel her warmth, her scent, her love, and remind myself that this is no dream. This perfect moment is anything but a dream.
She is not an illusion but my lady. I move slightly to rest my head on her chest to hear her heartbeat. Soft like a breeze, yet raging like a storm. She is real, Reyansh.
Her finger moves through my scalp, threading through my hairs lulling me to peace. "You didn't reply." She pesters.
I kiss her collarbone, "What do you want to hear?"
"You don't hate me."
I lift my head, looking at her face hot breath of her fans my forehead, "Wasn't I clear when I fucked you?"
Red flush on her cheeks, her eyes cascading down before she peeks back at me with a strange shamelessness. A view of rare. "You did. But I want to know in words."
"Actions are powerful than words." I say to her.
Her eyes narrow, "You were rough too. So, what do I take that as."
I grin, "You love me being rough, isn't it?"
"Wish I could staple that dirty mouth shut," her finger pokes my nose. "Tell me, do you still hate me?"
I think and think. She grows impatient, her eyes wide, staring at me for an answer. I shrug my shoulders. "The thing is," I pause.
Her shoulders tense, and she urges me, "The thing—"
I blow a long sigh. "It'll hurt you."
The glint in her eye dampens a little before she covers it up, arching her lips into a smile. "It's okay. You can say it."
"Are you sure?"
As a habit, she licks her lips. "Yes, I will accept it."
"I don't know," I answer her.
"Don't worry, you can say it. I promise I'll try not to let it affect me."
