Famished

Chapter 10

"The son of Allen and the younger brother of Charles Rodriguez." Henry dipped his hands in his pant pockets. "Yes that I'm." He called dominant. The police dragged Abraham away without a second word and Henry drives home agitated. He left Sania at home in the most disturbing circumstances, she might be frenzied and he was perturbed thinking about her.

Parking the car in the garage he hurriedly rushed to the entrance to see the condition of his cutie pie. This time he wasn't covering his face. She had already seen him in the picture and there is no use of hiding his identity anymore. No sooner he opened the door frantic, he saw Sania standing near the dining table and his eyes reposed. "You're home?" She asked soft as she ran her eyes examining him top to bottom in a worry searching for injuries.

Her fingers were tightly gripping the tip of the chair making her knuckles white as though it would calm her berserk mind. "Sania" he called her from the entrance drinking in every bit of her angelic form by his chomping orbs. "Are you okay?" He asked her frenetic almost in a mute. She simply nods and takes soft steps to him.

With every step she took towards, his heart drummed hard against his rib cage. Henry watched her agog tread. Her slender and fragile fingers were playing with each other overwrought seeping into his irises in an abyss. "Sania" he calls her again in love, care and most importantly in a profundity of passion. Her pink and tender lips slightly part in an unfathomable hedonism as he utters her name in an ardour. She walked faster for him with a crave in her eyes.

As soon as she reached his arms length, Henry pressed his palms on her back and pulled her to his chest. An exhale of relief washed in his stance as he closes his eyes in tranquillity. Slightly moving her hands on his brawny chest Sania rested her head enjoying the chasmic pleats of his muscled much masculine sternum. No words were heard between them and neither were they required. It was boundless peace achieved by two throbbing hearts that ached to become one. 

Henry dips his head and kisses her hair after inhaling a long breathe of Sania's hair spray. "Why weren't you in bed?" He asks her tender after a few moments. Sania raises her head from his chest and runs the tips of her fingers on his stubble cheeks oh so soft feeling the thick panes of his strong jaw. "I was waiting for you." She tells him in a melodic susurus encapsulated in the solicitude of his icy blues.

He looks down at her and chuckles soft, still holding her firm in his arms and that was the most beautiful smile Sania had ever seen. His fingers then gradually slide into the thickness of her soft flowy black tresses. Sania closes her eyes enjoying the feel of his callused fingers on her scalp. Slowly his hands glide down to the tip of her neck projecting her head up and he kisses her soft, gentle and tender.

"You okay?" He asks her slightly parting looking into her eyes and when she nods he dips his head again and sucks on her bottom lip. Sania starts heaving in pleasure as he smooches her deep and hollow holding her solid. His tongue slowly enters inside her mouth and rakes to every corner of her oral cavity. "Mmm" a soft moan crossed Sania's throat and his hands gradually descend to her waist pulling her closer into him.

"Did you have your dinner?" He asks her clement slightly pulling away from the kiss and pushed away the hair falling on her face. Sania shook her head in an answer and he sighs. With his hand flattened on her back he pulls her into him once again and reattaches his lips. This time the smooch was slightly faster. He sucks on her upper lip like it was a watermelon jelly and then slides inside her mouth tasting every iota of her oral terrain. 

Sania tries to follow Henry's movements but manages only repose. Both of them walk to the dining table with hand in hand like a moth attracted to a flame not ready to part even for a second. Henry lifts  Sania into his lap and calmly feeds her while simultaneously feeding himself.  After they finished their dinner which was in a serene silence except for the clinking of utensils once in a while, Henry lifts Sania into his arms bridal style and walks to the master bedroom.