Unveiling Meerab [Tere Bin FF]

31. mine

A/N: Onto more fluff and smut because I have no self-control apparently. See you on the other side!

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In the seclusion of the treehouse, nestled high among the savannah treetops, the world seemed to hush to a whisper, surrendering to the tranquility of the night. The gentle breeze that meandered through the open treehouse was fresh and crisp, gently caressing Meerab and Murtasim's skin as they lay together in bed, the air around them alive with the subtle sounds of the wilderness. The rustling leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures provided a soothing symphony.

Above them, the sky was a canvas painted with the silver and diamond brilliance of countless stars, twinkling like celestial jewels against the inky backdrop. The stars seemed close enough to touch, casting a gentle glow over the treehouse's wooden and glass structure. The intimate glow of lanterns complemented the celestial light, flickering softly as if keeping time with the heartbeat of the African savanna.

Meerab, astride Murtasim, felt the warmth of his skin mingling with the cool night air, creating a delightful contrast that made every touch more poignant. The thin fabric of her lingerie fluttered slightly with each breeze, as if the night itself was trying to uncover the secrets it veiled.

She felt a surge of confidence, noticing the appreciative glint in Murtasim's eyes as she slid off the white bathrobe she wore, revealing the crimson red lingerie beneath, the lace and sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. She could feel his gaze roaming over her, the heat in his eyes igniting a similar fire within her.

"You're gorgeous." He whispered, as he sat up in bed, closing the distance between them.

Sitting in Murtasim's lap as he propped himself up in bed, she was eye to eye with him. His warmth enveloped her, seeping into her bones, and she was struck by a sense of longing. Meerab had always felt that in their moments of intimacy, it was Murtasim who lavished her with attention, his hands always on her, exploring, expressing his love through each caress. Now, it was her turn to reciprocate, to let her own hands wander across the landscape of his body, to show him the same reverence that he had always shown her.

Meerab cupped Murtasim's face as he watched her, marveling at the feel of his skin under her fingertips. The passion in his eyes was unmistakable; they were deep pools of desire, reflecting every emotion that coursed through him. His lips were slightly parted, a testament to the arousal building within him, and his chest rose and fell in sync with hers, a silent rhythm of shared longing.

She couldn't look away, her eyes taking in every detail of his face with newfound wonder. The way the soft glow of their surroundings danced across his features, the gentle breeze weaving through the treehouse, lifting strands of his hair, made him seem like a figure carved from the night itself. She whispered a silent "I love you," her heart swelling with an affection that seemed to grow deeper every minute.

She allowed her fingers to trace the contours of his face, each line and curve telling the story of the man she adored. The warmth of his skin under her touch sent a wave of contentment through her. "Even your eyebrows are perfect," she murmured, her voice a hushed whisper, as her fingers brushed over them, appreciating their defined arch, drawing a small, delighted chuckle from him.

Her touch was light and tender, each stroke filled with affection. Moving gently down, she traced the bridge of his nose, marveling at its symmetry and strength before planting a soft, affectionate kiss upon it, mirroring his own frequent display of affection. As she did, Murtasim's smile stretched wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners, the happiness within him radiating out like a beacon in the dim light.