Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Better Than Sleep

Warning - RATED MMMMMMMM, so be warned! Explicit sex here, lots of it, don't read if you don't like that! Otherwise- enjoy!

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She will be exhausted, Abhijeet had said, take care of her.

Daya watched Shreya’s still form on the couch, his hungry heart reaching out to her. He hadn't seen her for almost five days while she had conducted the operation in Lucknow - too dangerous for her.

He had been surprised how hollow his heart had felt, how difficult swallowing had been around the lump of loneliness in his throat. How he had clung to touching her things, brushing his fingers over her desk, fingering her clothes when he'd sat in the dark living-room at night, feeling sick with longing.

When she had returned his heart had felt so full he could hardly touch her, the relief too acute, the love too deep. But the overwhelming sensation had passed, and his whole body was a throbbing muscle of touch-hungry neediness. He knew Shreya by heart. He knew what helped against the exhaustion.

He sensed the predator inside her, purring for his attention until the sound was a growl inside his mind, low and dangerous, calling him to her. His sock-clad feet sank into the soft, cream-colored carpet when he approached her. He sat down in considerable distance to her, giving her the possibility to attack him, the way she preferred.

Her eyes were closed, long lashes fanning over her pale cheeks. He let his gaze wander over her body, so small, tiny even, and still he felt her strength like an engine snarling to life. His cock leaped inside his pants.

"I missed you so much." She breathed, and a hot tingle ran over his skin.

"I almost died here without you." He answered, and she chuckled softly before she sat up, firmly, abruptly, her stunning brown eyes snapping open, fixating him.

He sighed.

"How dangerous was this, Shreya?"

She shook her head, glossy dark curls swirling.

"Let's not talk about that, Daya. It's my job."

"I've been scared for you."

"I know. I appreciate that you never tried to stop me."

He smiled.

"It would only have pissed you off."

"Oh yes."

She got up slowly. Shreya’s movements were always steady, square, nothing about her was fake or pretend. She was honesty and presence wrapped in an unbelievably sexy package, and Daya’s body helplessly roared to life. He felt himself shake with excitement when she came closer, dropping one item of clothing after the other until she was completely naked, her body muscular and soft at the same time, so breathtakingly beautiful he still couldn't believe she was his. His legs involuntarily spread when she motioned to kneel down between them. Her small hands covered his crotch, feeling the dimension of his hard cock. He gulped in shallow breaths of air through his open mouth, looking at his woman, so gorgeous and pure she seemed larger than life.

Ever since he had confessed his love to her he had wondered how he had lived all these years without doing so, how he had hid his feelings even from himself, feelings so strong they threatened to strangle him from time to time. When she was mad at him. When she wasn't around. When she wasn't well and he couldn't immediately lift her sadness. She was his lifeline, the ray of hope he needed to pierce the frozen darkness that lured in the foreign recesses of his heart. Shreya was what made him feel human, and he would give anything for her.