She is the Queen

Chapter 21

"Be my wife," he voiced, each syllable heavy and profound, tugging at the walls of my heart. I, his captive, now invited to be a partner? The irony wasn't lost on me.

For a moment, the flow of time seemed to halt. His proposal took the form of a question, a statement, a plea, and even a demand, all at once. All the memories - every moment of pain and brief spells of togetherness - descended on me like a torrential downpour, leaving me drenched and disoriented.

In the deafening silence that followed, his gaze remained unflinching, a testament to his patience. My mind was inundated with questions, none of which I could articulate.

"What?" I blurted out, my voice barely more than a whisper, effectively shattering the stillness. His mask of impassivity remained in place as he reissued the proposal, "Marry me."

My words stumbled upon each other, struggling to make sense, to express the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside me. My shock, this unexpected proposal, my tender age of seventeen, our convoluted relationship dynamics, the bitter memory of my abduction - it felt like an unsolvable puzzle.

As if sensing my turmoil, he stood, pacing the room, a predator caged within his own insecurities. "I can't stand seeing you with others. I want you all to myself," he confessed, his voice resonating with a raw, primal jealousy.

"You'd marry me out of sheer jealousy?" I found myself questioning, scorn lacing my words.

"Yes," was his irrefutable response.

Despite the peculiarity of the circumstances, a strange understanding washed over me. All the pieces started falling into place - his protectiveness, my captivity, his reluctance to see me with others.

With newfound clarity, I advanced towards him, my finger accusingly pointing at his towering form, "I am not a mere object to be claimed," I declared. 

In an impetuous act, he seized my wrist, pulling me forcefully towards him. His lips collided with mine, their desperate urgency sparking a surge of unparalleled sensations, a potent amalgamation of emotions – anger, sorrow, jealousy, passion, love. They coalesced and exploded like a supernova, an eruption of raw energy that dissolved the world around us into a nebulous blur, leaving us - two lone souls entwined in a fervor of intense love – in sharp focus.

The volatility of our heated kisses etched subtle imprints of vexation and longing. We were punishing each other and yet seeking solace in the other's existence, a heated ballet of reciprocity. It felt as if we were reuniting after a long, painful separation, the only evidence to the contrary being the date of our last rendezvous etched in our memories – merely two days ago.

Our bodies moved with a will of their own, unrestrained by the shackles of conscious thought. My fingers found home amidst his unruly hair, playing with the dark strands, while I nudged us towards the wall. The unpredictable spontaneity was intoxicating, almost as if I was soaring high on an adrenaline rush.

Abruptly, he spun us around, pressing me against the cool wall. My legs secured themselves around his waist instinctively. He held me by the hips, as he navigated through the house carrying me effortlessly, his lips never leaving mine. It was all incredibly surreal – our fervent making out, the journey upstairs, the feeling of being swept by a tornado of raw emotions, the passion. He gently laid us onto his bed, him atop me, our lips still locked together in a dance of wild desires.

Each passionate kiss, every deliberate touch, elicited soft moans involuntarily, creating a symphony of pleasure. His urgent whispers of "Oh, Laila," sent a spine-tingling jolt of pleasure coursing through me.

I slid his shirt off his toned body, and he reciprocated enthusiastically. The feel of fabric peeling away, revealing bare skin to skin contact, sent electrifying sparks shooting through every nerve. Clad just in our undergarments, we found euphoria in each other's burning bodies.

Our silhouettes, stark against the dim room, moved rhythmically. His half-posed body on top of me radiated a palpable heat; the hardness of his arousal pressing into my stomach, stoking the fire within me. A shroud of ache enwrapped my body, as our bodies began a tantalizing ballet of desire.

His hands groped my body artfully, a gasp of pleasure escaping my lips as his grip tightened around my hips. Sensing my muted pleas for more, he groaned, pinning me deeper into the bed. The thrill sent me spiraling towards delirium. Striving for closeness, my lips found their way to his ear, nibbling delicately at his earlobe, eliciting a low growl from his throat. Then his one hand moved from my lower back to where my bra clip is and opened it. And without me knowing we were naked.

I lost total and utter control of my body, my mind, and everything. To him. I've never slept with anyone before cause simply I was busy and was never interested in anyone intensely so much before, but after him, he changed everything. Didn't even know he had this appealing affect on my body till that day? That night we became one.

Our moans, screams, love, tears, everything about us became one. Our bodies moved in sync as we completed each other. The passion and want that was uncaged from the unity of our bodies hid the hurt drawn from my lower body. I don't know if he knew it was my first time but he was very gentle yet I could see he was experienced. Everything he did, to my body, left me wanting more of him. Nothing was enough. He was like an ecstasy. Electricity flying all through my body as a burning fire inside exploded over and over again. Never felt such intense emotions and an endless passion in my whole life. It was lust. But it was also something else. It was total and utter, pure love. It was like a bittersweet treasure only caved and made for us, and for us only to find.

His minty hot breath all over my body making me feel hot everywhere. It was, as if, my body was doing things on its own agenda. Moving more closer to him, even though there was no space. Moans escaping my lips, even though I thought I had full control of myself. Him driving me crazy as his fingers traced all over my body.

This unforgettable long night, ended with an even more beautiful scene. He was holding me as if there was no tomorrow. His arms all around my waist and torso as his face was buried just above my neck, as his slow steady breath fanned my skin. I felt safe within his arms and hold.

"I love you."
I whispered very quietly.
Once a coward, always a coward.