Wooing His Wife | ✓

Chapter 9 - A Loving Morning

He knew she needed him too. But the thought of his love being named desire or lust or just mere attraction or any of the sort made him pull back. He quickly made her wear the duvet. Bending down he caressed her forehead lovingly. "Get some sleep." He quickly made his way out of the room. Anika saw him leave. She sighed. Her body ached for him. Tears slowly appeared in her eyes. She blinked. Turning over to the left side.

He closed the door, behind him, though not completely. He leaned against the wall. Closing his eyes. This pained. So close yet so far. What had he done! Both of them wanted togetherness but were stopped by their minds.

Last night's memories floated before him. She was so adorably and so much in love with him. She was so hurt by him. Oh, what an idiot he was. Then rang in his ears, the things she told him last night. To never leave her, to never reject her . His eyes shot open. He shouldn't have left so abruptly. She would be hurt. Again. Oh. No. He walked back in . More than winning her, she was important to him. 

He snuggled back into her under the duvet. "Anika!" He called to her softly. Neither did she move nor did she reply.  

With closed eyes she held on to her emotions. She was confused. She was glad he came back. But was scared to express her love. She was hurt. He rejected her when he wanted and came back as he liked. She was tired of it. 

"Don't cry!" He said with tears in his eyes as he hugged her from behind.

She opened her eyes momentarily a few tears fell onto the pillow. He knew her too well. 

"Anika." He called out to her softly again. She did not respond.

She closed her eyes. This man was making it more hard to not love him. Why was he so complicated?

"Don't you want to know what happened last night!" He said after a long pause. 

A small smile made to her face. Then she remembered him teasing. God, she couldn't be upset for long. She turned and this time rolled on top of him. Her hands moved to his pinning them against the mattress. "What do you think of yourself?"

He blinked. It did not take her time to understand his moist eyes. "Shivaay!" 

He composed himself. "Seems like last night's dose has still not rubbed off you!"

She giggled flipping her hair and letting them dance over his face. He groaned her name as her locks tickled. In a split second he had rolled over her and now her hands were pinned to the bed by his. Their breathing grew laborious. He bent down, and stopped a few seconds thinking. But, his mind didn't last long. She captured his lips in a needy kiss.

Soon his hands left her hands and cupped her face deepening the kiss. Their tongues engrossed in a game of intimate love. She moaned and wriggled below him. He cursed his self control. He was turned on by his wife's silly assaults. She gasped aloud feeling his bulge against her lower abdomen.