the tug...

its when the pain is raw, yet the love turns blind
then happens the tug, between heart and mind...

She knew she was playing on a dangerous ground, and that she should have stopped long before. Now it’s too late. His deep dark eyes were fixed on her and she felt some butterflies in her veins. She shook her head; she was not supposed to feel like that. But his look was unnerving. It felt as if his eyes were caressing every inch of her naked flesh. She could practically feel his touch and she was disgusted by the way she longed for it.

I must not feel like that.

She reminded herself once again.

He stood up and walked to her. Her heart thumped in her ribcage, hard. Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his fingers swiftly holding her palm and tugging her along with him. Her mind went blank. She frantically tried to think of something, but failed.

Perfect

She threw sarcasm on herself. Next thing she remembers was being in a luxurious presidential suit of the hotel. It was breathtaking, but not as much as the man occupying it. His presence filled the entire room and he kept drawing her like a magnet. No words passed between them, and she hoped none should. For she did not have an explanation to make. He took two goblets filled with something sparkling, champagne probably. He put it on the table and took her by hand. Once again she walked as if in trance, till the soft edge of sofa poked against her knees. Automatically she sat. He handed her a glass, took another, touched his with her trembling lips, raised a toast and drank. Mesmerized, she drank too. This was her first ever, she felt giddy. The man and the alcohol effect were taking the toll on her. A void and a longing tugged her heart. She walked to the huge glass pane that oversaw the rest of the world from the floor. It was beautiful scenery. She sighed as she felt his palms slipping down on her bare skin, from shoulders, to all the way on her arms, before they entwined her fingers. It’s been long, really long. She tipped her head back and laid it on his shoulders. His eager lips grazed her neck. She felt goose bumps rising. His hands moving up and down all over her quivering tummy. He held her shoulders firmly and spun her around. Her dreamy eyes feeling heavy, her back pinned to the pane, feeling the warmth of sunlight and the man. She gulped down saliva in her throat. He brought his face down and kissed her hard, like a man who has been hungry for ages. His harshness snapped her back to reality. She felt mentally repulsed and physically aroused.

Ohh no, this must stop.

But her body denied the sound in her head. Her heart kept saying yes, but hear mind kept saying no. Her mind rebelled, but her hands went behind his neck, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper. She heard him moan in her mouth as his palms circled her tender goblets. She shivered in ecstasy. Not for a moment had she forgot the way his touch felt, not even for a single moment in 3 years. His fingers brushed her hyper sensitive buds, and she felt a trail of water dripping down her inner thighs.

Oh I want him, I want him bad.

She pushed herself to him, shamelessly baring her need of him. He swung her in his arms and took her to bed, never for a minute breaking the kiss. Next thing she remembers was his eager teeth tugging on the bared flesh of her buds and her, arching her back, wanting more. His fingers dipped into her soft watery flesh in between her legs, and she couldn’t handle more. She wanted to feel his masculine powers in her feminity again. She urged him on to the top of her, and she cried in pleasure as he buried himself in her. His face in her neck breathing hot and hurried. She cried and cried while he moved feverishly in her. He groaned like an animal, and her voice got stuck in her throat as they both came together, shattering the earth. Sweaty, he lay on top of her, breathing heavy and spent. It felt the same, yet different with him. When he slipped by her side, she got up, went to washroom, and came out showered and dressed. Apparently he was napping. And before she walked out, she left a note:

Nathan,

Am not sure if it was good to see you again, but was definitely hot and sweaty. You have grown better as a lover, but I still have doubts about you as a man. When you wakeup, you will be flooded with our memories, and that is all you will be left with. By the time you find this, I will be gone, and knowing you, you will leave no stone unturned to find me. But you never will. And baby this will make you long for me as I have longed for you all these years since you walked out on me just like that. I know this all, because I know you, inside out, like the back of my hand. Never in your life had you valued love, and I know now when you need it, you aren’t getting any. You didn’t realize but in all the heat and passion, you whispered my name when you came. I didn’t wanted this to happen ,but am glad it did.  I am free from you now. But I hope you stay chained, like I have been, all these years.

                                                                                                                                    xxxxxx

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