OBLIVIOUS REDEMPTION

CHAPTER 65: Every Night Is Another Story

~Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation~

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Aaliyah

With a wide smile plastered on my lips, I stood at the balcony watching the beautiful sky.

Even as a child, I had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities

I came into the room just in time to see Ammar flop onto the bed with a satisfying grunt, and I looked at him intently

He is raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He is sweet blood after a long hunt. His kisses had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.

I couldn't speak as I stood by the bed staring down into his handsome face. Nature had been spendthrift with this man, bestowing him with bold, princely features and eyes as brown and intense as the heart of midnight. The cynicism in those eyes was a fascinating contrast to the touch of humor that lurked at the corners of his mouth.

I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. But I was in the middle of loving him before I knew that I had begun

Ammar sits up, and when I try to duck out of reach, he advances like a tiger and flips me so that I'm lying flat on the bed. He presses his palms onto the comforter on both sides of my head, and his dark eyes bore into mine. My heart pounds wildly, and because I can't help myself, I reach up and touch his face, sliding my fingers over the rough shadow of his jaw.
He leans into my touch, and I love that I have that effect on him. I lick my lips, half hoping he kisses me, half wondering what would happen if he did

Propped up on his elbow, He stared at me for a moment, his wicked grin in place.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to see you on this bed?" He asked

"Nope" I replied in a seductive voice

The hem of my sweater rode up from our fall, exposing my belly button. Ammar traced circles onto the skin of my stomach, down to the material of my low-rise jeans. His touch sent a combination of tickles and chills through my body. My heart sped up and I struggled to keep my breathing normal.
His kisses curled my toes and now his simple touch rocked my body. Fear mingled with the pleasure in my bloodstream

"I need to go to bed, let me change into something comfortable" I suddenly said, getting off the bed and out of his reach

His look fell instantly, He looked so profoundly disappointed, like his whole life is a long preparation for something that never happens

I went to bed a moment after Ammar had fallen asleep

Panting, I sat up straight in bed with a thick layer of sweat covering my body in the middle of the night. Terrified, I found myself screaming

My arms groped forward to guide me when my tears blocked my vision in darkness. I sank to my knees and began to cry in my terror, I wanted Ammar

I suddenly felt strong arms around me. As my vision adjust to the dark, I saw ammars hands holdding me tightly.

I bent my head to bury it in his shoulder, trembling in the darkness. Whimpering like a small animal in a trap, I pushed myself closer to him and said in a choked voice, "I'm so frightened!"