Beneath The Veil Of Desire

The Feeling 🎈

In the tranquil aura of the room, where the echoes of their whispered love echoed, Jacob expressed his deepest emotions through heartfelt words:

"Slowly, I give the land of my heart to you. Slowly, you are becoming the owner of my heart.
I lose myself in such a way that I don't ever find myself again. Gradually, I give my life to you only. I have to pass with you only all my life."

Amidst the verses of this heartfelt poetry, Jacob found himself standing before a picture frame containing the image of his late grandmother. In this private moment, he opened his heart and soul to the woman who had always held a special place in his life.

"My dear granny," he began, his voice resonating with a mixture of affection and reflection, "Today, your Jacob married the one he loves. Heaven! She is the one. I can't fathom why I'm drawn to her so deeply. No, it's more than that - I'm in love with her, utterly and completely. But she doesn't see me as a good person right now. My image is impaired in her eyes. She hasn't made an effort to understand me or my feelings. I'm uncertain whether she'll ever come to love me. What I do know is that I can't bear the thought of losing her. Never, under any circumstances!!! For her, I'm willing to do anything to ensure that her smile never fades, because that's all I desire... 'I'll stand by your side, Heaven, my beloved, no matter what trials come our way.'"

Jacob's confession to the picture frame was sincere, revealing a profound connection to his grandmother's memory. He continued with heartfelt honesty, "Heaven may not fit the mold of the women I've been drawn to in the past. But her uniqueness is what captivates me. Her innocence is a magnet that pulls me in every time I see her. I've always chosen women for fleeting passions, dating them only for physical intimacy, with no emotional connection. They meant nothing more to me because my needs were met, and they sought material rewards in return - jewelry, money, fame, the spotlight, power, and more. Yet, Heaven. She's a world apart! A world, completely unlike the others. Her smile is her crowning glory, an element that enhances her already exquisite face.
The way her eyes light up at the sight of nature. Her dimples. her porcelain skin - they've always held a unique allure for me. I'm well aware that there's a considerable gap between us, and though there are numerous obstacles in our path right now, I vow to overcome them. In just one more month, she'll be mine, heart and soul, for eternity!!! I'll ensure that no one can ever come between us. Absolutely no one! I'll treasure every moment with her, keeping her by my side as my queen. And please, Granny, always watch over us. Know that I've carried your absence with me every single moment of my life. Without you, I felt profoundly lonely. Please continue to be my guiding presence, Granny. I love you more than words can express, my dearest Granny!"

Jacob's words flowed with sincerity, extending into the depths of his emotions as he sought solace and guidance from his late grandmother. His love for Heaven was unwavering, and his determination to overcome all challenges in their path was resolute.

Heaven was different from any other girl I had ever met. She wasn't just focused on herself; she cared about everyone around her. I couldn't ruin her life by forcing her.

"I can't force you, Heaven, and I won't," I whispered. "Trust me. I'll find more satisfaction when you beg me to love you, to please you, to make you feel happiness that leaves you breathless and wanting more from me."

**Heaven's Point Of View**

We were alone in the dimly lit room, curtains drawn to block out any sunlight. Jacob's eyes bore into mine, and I tried to give him an angry look, but my resolve wavered. He reached for my hand, and I instinctively pulled it away. Yet, he was relentless.

Ignoring him was impossible. He grasped both of my hands firmly, asserting his presence. "I am your husband, Heaven," he said calmly. "And I have the right to touch you."

My heart raced, and butterflies fluttered within me. I scolded myself to stop these feelings. "Jacob, I want to go home," I sobbed.

"You don't deserve that house, Heaven. You deserve to be loved, not ignored and scolded. That's why I brought you here," he said with a hint of harshness.

Desperation made me lie. "Please, he is my dad, and he doesn't love me but he cares for me, I know that, Jacob."

He laughed bitterly. "The best joke of the year, by the one and only Mrs. Jacob Heaven Knight."

Tears welled up as I thought of my mother and the memories we shared. "I know he didn't care about me, but there are lots of memories of me and my mom. My only beautiful memory, whom I don't want to separate myself from. She's my life support," I said, crying.

Jacob's hands found their way to my back, offering some comfort in our first warming hug. "Stop crying, please, Heaven. It hurts."

I couldn't stop the tears, but his hug eased my pain. After some time, he lifted my head to look into his eyes, which were red and wet. Had he been crying too? He wiped away my tears, revealing his striking grey eyes, thick lashes, and handsome jawline.

"Okay, now stop crying, my little love," he said, hugging me tightly.

I rested my head on his strong shoulder, finding solace in his embrace. The tension between us had softened, replaced by a strange yet undeniable attraction.

Our eyes met again, and in that silent exchange, the world seemed to fade away. Slowly, our lips drew closer, and for a brief, electrifying moment, we kissed passionately. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, a mixture of longing, desire, and vulnerability. It was as if the entire universe had conspired to bring us together in that stolen kiss. Just as our lips parted, and our eyes met with a newfound intensity, a discreet knock on the door shattered the moment.