Untouched

Untouched

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Aisha's POV As he came closer to me,keeping his eye contact with mine without blinking . My heart started beating faster in my chest ,breathing rate increased as I inhaled the smell of his heavenly perfume ,which was making my vision blur and mind numb .. If he is gonna ruin me ,I'm ready to get ruined.. If he is fire ,I'm ready to get burnt ,I thought ..I want this night to never end and yet to live this moment as the last moment of my life, I'm so lost yet in all my senses.. I so much want him yet don't know that's going to happen next ,as the thoughts rushed in my mind.. He placed his hand on my waist gently .. I could feel the warmth of his palm , making the cloth over there warmer ...I wanted to feel this fire ,I'm ready to melt .. My palm rested on his shoulder, I could feel the strength and rock hard firmness there beneath that thin cloth of his shirt separating our bare skins ... He then slid his hand inside my top ,as his skin touched my bare skin ,I could not help but move backward and pushed his hand aside intensely.... Untouched
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When love hurts you when there is betrayal and revenge, The heart, once tender, now bleeds with bitter ache, Yet through the storm of sorrow, strength you shall find, And from the ashes of pain, your spirit will rise anew. --------------- He held my hand gently, his touch was so gentle and firm. His other hand snaked around my waist, in a slow, torturous, yet blissful movement, and he swirled me in a graceful dance motion. The room spun around me, but then he let go, and I stumbled, my balance lost. In an instant, he yanked me back towards him, and I bumped hard into his chest, the impact taking my breath away. As I looked down, trying to steady myself, he lifted my chin with his two fingers, making me look into his eyes. The back of his fingers trailed from my neck to my cheek, turning my legs to nothing but a jelly. His gaze was so intense, and instantly the gentle emotions were gone, replaced by his standard emotion, rage. His eyes blazed with an almost frightening intensity. He swirled me harshly again, the movement abrupt and forceful. Then, he bent me backward on his arm, my body arching under his control. He drew his face closer until I could feel his warm breath against my skin. We were so close that I could see the fine lines around his eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw. A soft pink color of his lips were adding a touch of warmth to his face. His eyes bore into mine with deep intensity. Just when I thought he might kiss me, his expressions became colder and he made me stand upright, leaving me disoriented and confused. I was looking at him and he was looking straight ahead.

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