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Author's pov ~
He took a deep breath and remove his overcoat. He untie the knot of his lower let it fall down and climb on bed beside her in his loincloth only.
He laid beside her and took a glance at her face which was turning more pale with passing time.
"I am sorry meera. But this is the only way."
He whispered to her before taking her in his arms, turn her towards him and make her lay on him.
He keep looking at her face for any slight movement but not feeling any he moved his hands to her back feeling the fabric under his hands, he moved further and untie her blouse strings.
They were three in total, hugging her curve of bossom perfectly. He open them one by one and slide the fabric from her right shoulder.
Doing the same to her left sleeve he raised her a little clutching by her waist and remove her blouse from her body, keeping it behind him. He turn back to look at her with racing heartbeats.
His eyes never left her face and his breath got stuck in his lungs, heartbeats raced the moment he felt her cold naked skin come in contact with his warm body.
He sucked on his lower lip as her soft bossom pressed against his hard chest which make his heart pound in his ribcage insanely fast. The movement of her chest against his was perfectly synchronized.
He had seen her before, but they were not involve in this kind of skinship yet. It was new for him too, and this was making him more nervous than before. Her breath fanning his chest everytime she was breathing, was making his own breaths unstable.
Her body was too soft, too delicate. She was never meant to be get treated this way. She was not less than a goddess to him to worship and devour throughout his whole life.
He hold her tight against him, forward his feet to catch the comforter and pull the comforter over them to hide them even from the thin air present in the room.
As it was still the bright daylight he can see her soft, petals forming the little pout while sleeping, long lashes falling on her rossy cheeks. He smiled and brush her hairs behind her ear which were falling out from her braid.
He lowered his arms, grab the hem of her skirt and roll it upwards to leave her legs bare over his. Lifting her by her waist a little he adjust the skirt on the valley of her waist.
He gulped down his thick saliva the moment their intimate parts brushed against each other.
He cursed under his breath feeling himself getting aroused in this situation. His own body betrayed him on this new feeling and he can not help but felt guilt in his bones.
She is unconscious, not in her senses and he is getting aroused just by the touch of her naked body against his.
Their was just a single barrier of thin clothing between them which was seprating their lower parts.
He inhale a deep breath and shook his thoughts away as there is no other way to geg her consciousness back.
He tangled his legs with her slender ones making her lay on him completely.
Rubbing his palms on her bare back he hold her as close as he can making sure his warmth is spreading through out her body. He kissed the partition of her vermillion filled hairs and said,
"I am sorry jaana. All this happen because of me, I shouldn't have left you alone here. It's all my fault. I can't even think about the pain you went through. You are really strong....just like mine- my strong fireheart."
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Meera~The King's triumphant Queen
Romance*Earlier known as ~the burning silence* When a king conquer a war, he win the women of the kingdom too. They have to surrender themselves to king being their prostitute, slaves or mistress. And this happened in my kingdom too. The king of Suryagarh...
