Seher's Penitence

Seher's Penitence (Part 3)

"The promise of light is to attempt and reach the farthest and darkest nights

The promise of love is to keep a heartbeat for as long as a heart knows how to beat."

Lamine Pearlheart

Seher was on tenterhooks the entire day and there was a simmering sexual energy between them which made her nervous and wary of Yaman. Every time she looked in his direction, he was observing her with hawk-like eyes and there was a predatory and proprietary glint in his gaze which sent a silent signal that she was his for all times to come, despite all her faint arguments of dissent and feeble lamentations.

Finally, to expel the all-pervading underswell of tension and awkwardness from her end, Seher decided to get up and do some chore, to keep herself occupied. She knew she would go berserk otherwise, with his all-male and demanding presence which was like a hurricane spiralling inward and trying to pull her towards itself. His presence was a force of nature and there was no escaping him!

She stood up and asked gently, "I am going to prepare lunch. I hope we have enough supplies for a meal?"

Yaman directed his trademark, charming, full-blown sensual smile at her and responded, "Evet, we have everything stocked up, sweetheart. Don’t you worry. It will last us for months…in case we decide to extend this cozy honeymoon of ours!”

Seher ignored his flirting and turned around and mumbled nervously, “I will be in the kitchen, then.”

Yaman called out, asking sincerely this time, “Do you need any help?"

Seher broke out into a cold sweat and abruptly replied, "No!"

The overly emphatic no from her revealed to him in full measure her nervousness and apprehensions whenever she was around him.

Seher realized she had been too vehement in her denial and to cover up her inner turmoil, she elaborated, “I mean, I can manage myself. I need something to keep myself busy.”

She simply could not work with Yaman around, with his presence wreaking havoc on her senses. She could not concentrate with him in such close proximity. Every pore of her body tingled in his presence, and she felt extra sensitive and alive! She feared herself and her body's reactions to him. The more she wanted to create distance from him, the more her heart pined otherwise. It was getting arduous taming this wild organ, which had a will of its own!

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Yaman knew very well what his closeness did to her. If only she knew what HER nearness did to him, he thought wryly! Her mere presence was enough to elicit a reaction from his body which was unbidden. He would get hard with just a whiff of her perfume, or a look at those mesmerizing eyes, or those lips when she pouted innocently in confusion, or even just looking at her flipping those beautiful tresses of hers!

He wanted to drag her to that large bed in the master bedroom and make love to her until all her grievances, ire, and animosity were forgotten and dissolved and she simply moaned and whimpered his name in pleasure. He wanted to have her soft and pliant body under his and make love until her body was tender with his lovemaking and she gave herself with abandon. He wanted to suck those beautiful lips and those luscious breasts and show her what a real husband and wife did when all alone! He wanted to have hot sex with her on the bed, in the kitchen, in the shower, in front of the fireplace, in the living room and everywhere!! He wanted to make love to her in a thousand different, wonderful ways until she was rid of her maidenly inhibitions and shyness and finally accepted her love for him and not hide behind her misapprehensions or pique.