Murtasim's breath was ragged as he hovered above Meerab, his body pressed close to hers. The heat between them had been simmering for hours, and now it was like fire, consuming them both as their hands explored each other, their lips meeting in passionate, heated kisses.
His eyes locked onto hers, dark and full of hunger, as he lowered his lips to the curve of her neck. "Meerab…" he breathed against her skin, his voice husky, his need for her clear in every touch, every kiss.
Meerab felt the intensity of his desire, her own heartbeat echoing in her ears as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. The feel of him, strong and unyielding, made her pulse quicken, but there was something stirring inside her tonight—something different. She could sense the power in his touch, but she could also feel her own strength rising, her desire to meet him in this, to match him, to take control in a way she never had before.
As Murtasim continued his slow, deliberate kisses, his hands exploring her skin, she suddenly found herself filled with a boldness she hadn’t known existed. Her body responded to him, but she wanted more than just to be the one consumed. She wanted to take charge, to show him her own desire, her own passion.
"Murtasim..." she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she shifted beneath him.
"Hmm?" He murmured, his lips still pressed against her collarbone, lost in the feel of her.
Meerab shifted again, this time with purpose. Her hands, which had been tracing the lines of his back, suddenly gripped his shoulders, pushing him just enough to make him pause. The change in her energy was immediate, and Murtasim lifted his head, his eyes dark and questioning as he looked at her.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice thick with surprise.
Without answering, Meerab used all her strength to shift her body, surprising him as she pushed against his weight, their position changing in an instant. Murtasim, caught off guard, found himself on his back, Meerab now straddling him, her legs on either side of his hips. The shift was so sudden that for a moment, neither of them moved, their breaths coming in quick, sharp bursts as the reality of the new position sank in.
Murtasim’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and arousal flashing across his face. His hands instinctively moved to her hips, gripping her tightly as if grounding himself in the moment. “Meerab,” he whispered, his voice thick with both desire and awe. "What are you—?"
She silenced him with a kiss, her lips crashing onto his with a force that left no room for questions. Her hands found their way to his chest, pressing him down into the bed as she deepened the kiss, taking control in a way that was both unexpected and electrifying.
Murtasim groaned against her mouth, his fingers tightening around her hips as he responded to her with equal fervor. He had never seen this side of her before—this confident, assertive side that took what she wanted without hesitation. And God, it was driving him wild.
Meerab broke the kiss, her lips brushing against his as she spoke, her voice soft but filled with intent. "Tonight," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin, "I’m in control."
Murtasim’s eyes darkened further at her words, his body reacting immediately to the boldness in her voice. He had always been the one to take charge, to lead, but seeing her like this—so empowered, so confident—was something he hadn’t realized he needed until now.
He nodded, his hands still gripping her hips as he gazed up at her with a mix of admiration and desire. "Then take control, Meerab," he whispered, his voice low and rough. "Show me what you want."
Meerab didn’t need any more encouragement. She moved her hips slowly, testing the waters, watching as Murtasim’s eyes fluttered shut, a groan escaping his lips at the sensation. The power she felt in that moment, seeing him react to her, made her heart race, and she quickly found a rhythm, her movements confident and steady as she rode him.
Murtasim’s hands never left her hips, his grip tightening as he struggled to maintain control over his own body, his breathing uneven as he let her take the lead. Each movement, each roll of her hips, sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, and he couldn’t help but marvel at how completely she had taken over.
"Meerab..." he groaned again, his head falling back against the pillows as he surrendered to her.
Meerab’s own breath came in short gasps as she continued to move, her body completely attuned to his, her mind focused only on the moment, on the feel of him beneath her, on the way his body responded to hers. She had never felt so powerful, so in control, and the feeling was intoxicating.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I’ve wanted this... to show you just how much I need you too."
Her words sent a shudder through Murtasim, and he bucked his hips beneath her, desperate for more, his hands gripping her tighter. "Meerab, please," he rasped, his voice strained with need. "Don’t stop."
"I won’t," she whispered back, her voice filled with a quiet determination. She wouldn’t stop—not until they had both lost themselves completely in each other.
The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, of the quiet gasps and moans that escaped them as they moved together, the air thick with the intensity of their connection. Meerab could feel the tension building within her, the heat between them growing to an almost unbearable degree, and she knew Murtasim was right there with her, teetering on the edge.
With one final, desperate movement, they both fell over that edge, their bodies tensing as the world seemed to shatter around them, leaving nothing but the two of them, tangled together, their hearts racing in sync.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke, their breaths mingling as they came down from the high of their passion. Meerab collapsed onto Murtasim’s chest, her body trembling from the intensity of it all, her mind still spinning.
Murtasim wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. "You’re incredible," he murmured, his voice full of awe and admiration.
Meerab smiled against his skin, her heart full as she snuggled closer to him. "I think we both are," she whispered back, her voice soft but filled with satisfaction.
Murtasim chuckled, his hand running through her hair as he held her close. "You took control tonight, Meerab," he said, his voice full of pride. "And I loved every second of it."
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she replied, "Good, because I’m not done yet."
Murtasim’s eyes darkened again, a slow smile spreading across his face as he pulled her in for another kiss. "Neither am I."
