She raised her head, gasping in desperation, as his shaft worked harder in a harmonic rock and roll.
It’s base rubbed her clit, even as his fingers grabbed her tit and his mouth descended on her turgid nipple.
It drove her so wild that another climax began to build.
Her hands went to his jaw, boxing in his face as she breathed out, moaning.
‘I can’t come again,’ she moaned.
‘Why not?’ he grunted back. ‘I’m still stroking, woman. Ride it all the way coz you’re not getting off this love train.’
With a long moan, she gave in to the untamed voyage of delight.
With a scream, she came again in an eruption of white-hot ecstasy.
Mak wasn’t far behind, his roar of triumph echoing off the walls.
Saba slumped into him as he gritted through his come down, slicking in and out of her until he stilled, and in her hair, lips to her ear. ‘Fokkin’ hell, that was bliss.’
‘It was,’ she breathed.
He stayed in her, hands gliding over her skin, hitting the spots she loved.
They shared a gentle kiss, but it grew more passionate as their bodies re-ignited.
Mak lifted his head with a groan and pistoned his groin some more.
‘I’m cumming again,’ she cried out, burying her head in his rippling nape.
He, too, came, his cock unleashing scorching rivulets of his seed inside me. ‘Woman, how Ifokkin’ love you,’ he growled, his voice raw and hoarse as he shook through his bliss.
‘I love you too, myŠar,’ Saba whispered as the world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them lost in the ecstasy of their ardor.
It was as if they were floating among the stars, moving in perfect harmony, hearts beating in sync with the universe’s rhythm.
At that instant, they were infinite; their passion a force that could move mountains and conquer all.
Saba pushed open the door to her old bedchamber. It had beenweeks since she’d last stepped inside, searching now for a shawl she may have left in the wardrobe. Her eyes darted around, and then she gasped.
Her gaze landed on the coat stand.
Where the veil she had abandoned now hung, a haunting reminder of the moment Mak had flung it in her face.
She shivered, recalling his pain over her betrayal.
With a gasp, she moved closer, hand covering her mouth in disbelief.
Once shredded and tattered, the mantle was now renewed.
Every rip and tear had been mended, the dark lace dotted with sparkling gems.
The intricate fabric fluttered in the breeze stirred by her movement, shimmering with newfound vibrancy. The diamonds had been replaced and now glistened in the sunlight.
‘How?’ she gasped, running her fingers over the gems that glittered in the light streaming through the windows.
They radiated energy; the former, now ripped sections, were aglow with their old beauty. She stroked the soft, silken material, overwhelmed by its delicate texture.
Now, it stood as a symbol of the unbreakable bond between her and Mak, a miraculous sign of hope and redemption in the wake of darkness and despair.
