Love Amidst The Chaos

41| Her Sanctury

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Esha

I’ve officially lost my ability to walk straight. And all thanks to my husband and the splendid, unforgettable, action-filled night we’ve shared.

I’ve known he’s a man of his words, but never have I thought he’d fulfill them in this way.

My lower back hurts like I’ve carried a ten-kilogram load over me, my thighs, along with the rest of my lower body, ache in a way that rivals my worst period cramps. Even rolling over in bed has me wincing.

Sex is absolutely great. No doubt, no debate. I’d choose sex over breakfast and even coffee on bed, yes, it’s that extraordinary. But what comes after the bliss– that’s this: sore muscles are something I didn’t see coming at all.

“God!” I sigh once again, closing my eyes and burying my face into the pillow. It smells like him, not surprising, I mean my whole body, head to toe smells like him more than myself.

The bed shifts beside me indicating my husband who has gone to get us the very needed breakfast is back with it. But do I look back at him? Of course not, I don't bother to take a look at him. He is highly harmful for me and my senses, especially when I know how he’d look if I take a glance– damn hot, with his morning hair and glowing face– everything I’m high on.

But, ooh well, not having to look at him is not even an option when you have a touchy, expressive partner.

He hovers over my back, bracing his arms on each side and caging me in them. The light tickle of his stubble follows as he buries his face into my neck, presses his lips there and literally breathes me in like I’m his oxygen.

The butterflies get extra wings to fly around in my empty tummy, my eyes fall shut in absolute glee and my lips go ear to ear. This man could leave me in pieces and just kiss me so innocently to mend it all back together.

“Is the love of my life, apple of my eyes, the moon to my sky, the star that lights up my darkest nights, not ready to wake up yet?” He whispers into my ears, his palms slipping beneath the sheet and resting on my hips.

I twist my arm, obviously weirdly, and wrap it around his neck, still lying on my stomach and tug him closer to me.

He forges a hiss of pain, I meet his gaze with a narrowed one, “Did you leave me in a shape where I can do that?

He chuckles, tracing the tip of his nose against my cheek. Wraps his arms around my waist and turns me around in a go to face him.

I like the flowing air, gets shifted by him. No wonder why I am experiencing what I am experiencing, the man might not look wholly like a hulk, but his actions are one such.

“You can’t just blame me, sweetheart.” he shoots me a smirk and tucks my hair. “You were the one who didn’t want a stop.”

True that.

And I wonder where I acquired that much of a high from.

But then I look at my man, and there, I have my answer.

He’s an absolute stunner. It's more than just his looks, though they take my breath away every time. There’s something magnetic about the way he is made of and carries himself—confident but never overbearing. I feel it in the way his presence fills the room, as if my body forgets how to function when he’s near. My knees grow weak, not from his beauty alone, but from the intensity of the way he sees me, really sees me. I don’t have to say what I want, he already knows it. It’s in those rare, unguarded moments I catch a glimpse of something deeper that pulls me in even more towards him.