Forever His

Chapter 92: Whole.

Shahmeer's POV:

I drive her home in silence, but it's not the awkward kind. It's the kind where hearts are too full for words. Her hand rests in mine, our fingers intertwined on the center console, and every time I glance over at her, she's already looking at me.

The air between us hums with something electric. Something that's been building for far too long.

When we finally pull up outside the house, I don't let go of her hand. I open the car door for her, and she steps out slowly, her eyes flickering up to meet mine under the moonlight. There's a softness in her gaze that melts whatever was left of my self-control.

We walk inside together. The world feels like it's paused just for us.

The house is quiet. The halls feel warmer somehow. Familiar, but new. Hers again. Ours.

She kicks off her shoes at the door, and I reach down and take them neatly, placing them by the rack. She watches me do it, her eyes scanning my every move like she's seeing me for the first time — or maybe for real this time.

I take her hand again and guide her through the dimly lit hall. Not in a rush. Not desperate. Just certain.

Certain that I've never wanted anything more.

We reach our bedroom, and I open the door for her. She steps in and turns to face me, her back now to the room, her chest rising and falling in sync with mine. There's a pause.

"I missed this," she whispers.

"What?" I ask gently, stepping closer.

"You. Here. This. Us."

I don't reply. I just close the space between us and cup her face in my hands, gently, reverently, like she's something fragile I've fought through hell to protect.

Because she is.

"I love you," I murmur, the words grounding me, anchoring me to this very moment.

She blinks up at me, and her lips curve slightly. "I love you too."

I kiss her — and it's like the world stops spinning. There's no hesitation this time. No pulling back. Just fire and softness. Just every broken piece of me pouring into every healed part of her.

When we break apart, her breath fans across my jaw, and I pull her into me, holding her like I'm scared she'll vanish if I don't.

She won't.

Not anymore.

As I approach her, my heart thumps loudly in my chest, the air between us thick with tension. I take her hand gently, my touch electric. "I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice barely above a breath.The tension in the room is palpable, a crackling energy that seems to ignite every nerve in our bodies. Mahnoor looks into my eyes, her gaze both wary and curious.I pull her closer, my hands finding her waist as I press her against my body. 

Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, and a shiver runs through her as she feels the heat radiating from my body. She can smell the hint of my cologne, and it makes her head swim. I lean in, my lips brushing against her neck, leaving a trail of kisses along her jawline. My fingers slide beneath her shirt, my touch sending sparks down her spine."I want to make it up to you," I murmur, my voice low and sinful.

Mahnoor melts into my touch, her body responding to my every move. She lifts her hands to my chest, feeling the steady beat of my heart beneath my shirt. My lips find hers, and I kiss her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth with an intensity that leaves her breathless. My hands roam over her body, igniting a fire in her veins.

We walk backwards until her back hits the wall, and I pin her there, my body pressing against hers. I kiss her with a hunger that borders on desperation, like she's the only thing that can quench my thirst. My hands slide down, gripping her hips and pulling her even closer, our bodies molding together in a dizzying blur of heat and need.

Mahnoor gasps into my mouth, her hands clawing at my back as she tries to anchor herself to this moment. She can feel the hard planes of my body, the heat radiating off me like a furnace. My lips trail down her neck, my teeth grazing her skin, and she shivers, arching her body against mine, desperate for more.

I responds in kind, my hands roaming over her body, touching and teasing every inch of her. My fingers trail down her thigh, hitching her leg up to wrap around my hip. My lips find her ear, and I whisper, "I need you."

Mahnoor's legs almost give out at my words, her body already trembling with desire. She can feel me hard against her, and a whimper escapes her lips as I rock my hips against hers. I nuzzle her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin. "I want you so badly," I say, my voice husky with need.

My wife can barely form words, her mind fuzzy with sensation. She clings to me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I move against her. "Please," she finally manages to gasp out.

"Please what?" I murmur, my lips hovering over hers. "Tell me what you want, love."

Her cheeks flush, her eyes locked on mine. "You," she breathes, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want..." She trails off, her thoughts too fractured to form a coherent sentence.

I smile, satisfaction and desire warring in my eyes. "Me?" I echo, my voice low. "Is that all you want?" I move against her, my body shifting tantalisingly close, but not quite touching where she needs me most.

Mahnoor lets out a low, needy moan, her body arching towards me like a bow pulled taut. "No," she pants, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I want more."

"More, huh?" I repeat, and my hand slips between our bodies, my fingers trailing up her inner thigh.

The simple touch almost undoes her. She gasps, her head falling back against the wall as my fingers move with purpose, finding their destination.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

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