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After the kiss, I looked at him and felt a soft wave of tingles spread through my body.
Chak's hand moved into my hair, his fingers slowly brushing through it in gentle circles, while his other hand traced lightly along my arm. The touch sent a warm, pleasant shiver through me.
I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into him. Into the feeling. Into everything he was giving me.
"Did you get enough of my attention?" Chak asked softly.
I shook my head slightly.
"Not yet…" I whispered. Then, quieter, more honest, "I need more. This isn't enough."
Something in his expression shifted. Darkened. Softened at the same time.
Chak leaned closer again, his lips brushing against mine—light at first, teasing—before trailing down, leaving soft, lingering kisses across my skin. My breath caught as he moved slowly, deliberately, like he wanted to memorize every reaction I gave him.
When his lips reached just below my ear, I couldn't hold it back—
"Ah…"
A quiet sound escaped me, trembling.
"I want to hear every sound you make, Niran," he murmured against my skin, his voice low and warm as his lips moved down to my neck.
"Chak…" I breathed, my fingers tightening slightly against him.
I swallowed, trying to steady myself, but it was impossible.
"Let's go to the bedroom… please."
A faint smile touched his lips.
"As you wish, artist," he said softly.
Before I could react, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms.
Our eyes locked.
I couldn't look away.
There was something in his gaze—something deeper now.
Longing.
Unspoken, but undeniable.
I reached for the door, pushing it open. The soft evening light spilled into the bedroom, wrapping everything in a quiet, almost unreal warmth.
Chak stepped inside and gently laid me down on the bed.
He didn't rush.
He moved closer slowly, his body hovering just above mine, his presence surrounding me completely.
His face stopped just a few centimeters from mine.
We looked at each other.
Like we were both searching.
Asking without words.
Are you ready?
My breath was uneven, but I gave him a small nod.
That was all it took.
His lips found mine again.
The kiss deepened, neither of us willing to pull away.
Chak's lips moved against mine with growing intensity, and when his tongue slipped past them, I let out a soft breath, giving in completely. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, needing him even more.
His hand slid slowly beneath my shirt, his touch warm against my skin.
Every place he touched felt electric.
Every muscle in my body reacted, trembling under him.
My breathing grew uneven, faster, harder to control.
Chak suddenly broke the kiss, and I barely had time to catch my breath before I felt the warmth of it against my skin—our breaths mixing, when he trailing down my neck.
He leaned down, burying his face against me, his lips brushing along the sensitive skin there.
His hand moved slowly, teasing, exploring, making it impossible for me to stay still.
When he touches my nipples a soft sound escaped me before I could stop it.
"Mm…"
My fingers tightened in his shirt.
"Do you like it, baby?" Chak asked, his voice low, almost a whisper against my skin.
"Yes…" I breathed out, my voice barely steady.
And then—
"Ahh…"
The sound slipped out of me without control, my body arching slightly toward him, chasing his touch, needing more of it.
He pulled my shirt off, and a soft shiver ran through me.
A mix of warmth and nervousness spread through my chest.
For a brief moment, a hint of shyness crept in—
he was going to see me like this. Completely naked
But before I could say anything, his lips were already on my chest.
Soft.
Slow.
Chak kissed my skin like he was trying to memorize it—like every touch mattered, like every second meant something.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured quietly against my skin.
The words alone made my breath catch.
His lips continued to move, unhurried, tracing a path that made my body react without permission. When his touch lingered a little longer in one place, a sudden spark shot through me—sharp, overwhelming, impossible to ignore.
His lips touch my nipple.
"Aah…"
The sound slipped out before I could stop it.
My body trembled lightly, like a quiet wave had passed through me. My fingers found his shoulders, holding onto him without even thinking.
Chak didn't rush.
He took his time—letting every reaction settle, letting me feel everything fully. His hand moved slowly along my side, grounding me, steadying me even as everything inside me felt anything but steady.
My breathing grew uneven again, my chest rising and falling faster now.
I could feel the shift between us—
the space closing,
the tension building,
something deeper pulling us closer and closer.
And all I could do…
was give in to him completely.
His fingers brushed against the button of my jeans, pausing there for just a second—like he was giving me time to stop him.
I didn't.
Instead, I let out a shaky breath.
"Chak…"
His lips were still moving across my chest, slow and deliberate, as if he was in no hurry at all. Like he wanted me to feel every second of it.
My body reacted before my mind could catch up.
I wanted more.
More than this.
"Chak… please," I whispered softly.
He lifted his head just enough to look at me, his hand still resting against me, warm, steady.
"What do you want, artist?" he asked quietly, his voice low, almost teasing.
His fingers traced slow circles, sending small waves through me, making it harder to think, harder to speak.
I swallowed, my breath uneven.
"More…" I admitted, barely above a whisper.
My fingers tightened slightly against him, pulling him closer without even realizing it.
"I want more."
Something in his gaze shifted again—darker, deeper, like he had been waiting for that answer.
For a moment, he just looked at me.
Then his hand moved again—slow, certain—closing the distance between us even more, as if he was finally giving in to everything we had both been holding back.
And the space between us…
disappeared completely.
His hands moved gently, slowly pulling the last layer away.
A sudden wave of vulnerability washed over me.
Before I could stop myself, I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over my body, hiding beneath it like it could protect me from his gaze.
I saw Chak trying to catch my eyes—but I avoided him.
"Niran…" he whispered softly, his voice right next to my ear.
"What's wrong?"
His scent wrapped around me, warm and familiar, making everything even more overwhelming.
I wanted him.
So much.
And yet—
"I'm… embarrassed," I admitted quietly.
The words felt heavier than I expected.
I finally looked at him.
Right into his eyes.
Something softened in his expression instantly.
"You don't have to be," Chak whispered gently.
"It's just you and me here. No one else."
His hand moved slowly, carefully, like he was afraid to break something fragile.
"Your body is beautiful, artist," he continued softly. "Only I get to admire it… only I get to touch it."
My breath caught.
There was something in the way he said it—something possessive, but gentle at the same time—that made the tension inside me slowly ease.
He leaned closer and kissed me again, slow and reassuring.
Then, just as gently, he pulled the blanket away.
For a moment, I tensed—
But he only looked at me.
Really looked.
"You're beautiful, Niran," he said quietly. "And you're mine."
The words sent a warmth through my chest, melting the last of my hesitation.
Chak stood up for a moment, pulling his shirt off.
My eyes followed him without thinking.
The lines of his body, the quiet strength in the way he moved—
I bit my lip unconsciously.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
A faint smirk touched his lips before he leaned back down toward me again.
The warmth of his body surrounded mine, grounding me, pulling me back into him completely.
Our bodies fit together naturally, like there was no space left between us.
My fingers found him again, holding on, no longer unsure—
Just wanting.
Just feeling.
And this time…
I didn't try to hide.
I lay on the bed, my heart pounding in my chest as Chak's fingers traced the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. The anticipation was a tangible thing, a shiver running down my spine, a flutter in my chest. I could feel his touch, gentle yet firm, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to my smooth skin. He was taking his time, exploring my body, his touch a whisper against my skin.
I closed my eyes, my body tensing as I felt the tip of his finger press against me. I gasped, my body shaking from the sudden invasion. But then his lips were on my neck, his kisses a soft counterpoint to the intrusion. I could feel the pain slowly ebbing away, replaced by a warm, tingling pleasure.
"AAAh," I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper. Chak's fingers moved, a slow glide in and out, a rhythm that matched my heartbeat. I could feel the pleasure building, a slow burn that was quickly becoming an inferno.
Chak's other hand reached for mine, our fingers entwining. I squeezed his hand, needing the connection, needing him. He responded by moving his finger faster, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me.
"Chak," I gasped, my body arching into his touch. He bent down, his lips finding that sensitive spot between my legs. I cried out, my body convulsing from the sudden pleasure. He kissed me there, his tongue tracing a path that made my body shake.
"Chak," I moaned, my body trembling. "Condom."
I felt him pause, his finger stilling inside me. Then he was moving, reaching for the nightstand, the sound of foil tearing filling the room. I could feel the pain as he entered me, my body tensing around him.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but Chak was there, his arms wrapping around me, his lips kissing away my tears.
My fingers curled into the sheets.
"It's okay, Niran," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble. "We'll take it slow."
He leaned and started kiss my face and waited for my body to relax a little. I feel his touch everywhere.
You can start to move I told him and looked at him with a watery eyes.
He started to move, his body sliding into mine at a slow, steady pace. I could feel every inch of him, my body stretching to accommodate him. It hurt, but it was a good hurt, a pleasure that was slowly building with every thrust.
He doesn't left my eyes.
Chak's fingers found mine, gently intertwining with them as we kissed. He gave my hand a soft squeeze, grounding me in the moment.
"Chak," I moaned, my body moving in time with his. "I... I can't..."
"I've got you, Niran," he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine. "Let go."
And I did, my body convulsing with pleasure, my release coating his stomach. He followed soon after, his body shuddering as he came, his eyes filled with love.
"You're amazing artist," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. I smiled, my body still trembling with aftershocks.
I smiled, after he says it and kissed me slowly. In that moment, complete, our bodies and souls intertwined, our love a tangible thing that filled the room, a testament to our bond.