The room was bathed in the dim, silver light of the moon, casting long shadows across the walls as the curtains billowed softly with the breeze. The air between them was thick with tension, the kind that simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. Their bodies, covered only by a thin sheet that barely clung to their waists, were still warm from the intensity of the moments that had just passed. But it wasn’t over—not yet.
Meerab lay on her stomach, her body still humming from the feel of Murtasim’s hands, his lips, his weight pressing her into the bed. The coolness of the sheets was a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from her skin, and her heart was still racing, beating in rhythm with the steady rise and fall of her breath. She could feel Murtasim’s presence beside her, the weight of his gaze on her bare back. She knew he was watching her.
He shifted beside her, the mattress dipping slightly as he moved closer. Without warning, his lips found her skin again, soft but insistent, pressing heated kisses between her shoulder blades. Meerab sucked in a breath, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her, but she didn’t move. She lay there, letting him take what he wanted, knowing that he wasn’t nearly finished.
Murtasim’s kisses grew bolder, his lips trailing down her spine, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of her. His hand slid up the curve of her waist, his fingers grazing her skin with a touch so light it sent shivers down her spine. He was taking his time, enjoying the way her body reacted to him, the way she trembled under his touch.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, and that seemed to spur him on. He kissed his way down to the small of her back, his breath hot against her cool skin, and then, without warning, he gripped her hips and rolled her onto her back.
Meerab’s breath hitched, her eyes flying open as she found herself looking up at him, her body now fully exposed under his dark, hungry gaze. The sheet slipped dangerously low, barely covering the curve of her hips, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The tension between them crackled in the air, thick and palpable, like the moments before a storm.
Murtasim’s eyes roved over her body, lingering on her chest, the rise and fall of her breasts drawing his gaze like a magnet. His lips curled into a smirk, and before Meerab could say anything, his hand slid up her side, pushing the sheet away, baring her completely to him.
She lay there, her breath shallow, her body taut with anticipation as she watched him. His eyes darkened, the amusement fading, replaced by something much more primal. He was no longer teasing. His gaze was possessive, almost predatory, as if he was a man starved, and she was the only thing that could satisfy him.
Without a word, Murtasim dipped his head, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her breasts. His kisses were slow, agonizingly slow, as he moved from one side to the other, his tongue tracing a path of fire across her skin. Meerab’s body reacted instantly, her back arching off the bed, her fingers tangling in the sheets as a low, throaty moan escaped her lips.
“Murtasim...” she whispered, her voice breathless, but he didn’t stop.
He sucked on her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak before releasing it with a soft, wet pop. His hand cupped her other breast, kneading it gently as his lips moved lower, kissing and nipping the delicate skin between her breasts. Meerab’s body responded to every touch, every kiss, her skin tingling under his hands.
She couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped her when he bit down, just enough to make her hips jolt off the bed. Her hands flew to his shoulders, gripping him as if she needed to anchor herself. But he didn’t stop—he never stopped. His mouth continued its assault, his lips and teeth working in perfect harmony, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
