The kiss followed next, and Neera succumbed to it with relish. Somewhere along the way, she felt the cool wind kiss her bare skin, and she fell back to the bed as Zavian worked to remove the rest of the dress. She watched him take off his clothes, and his body, every inch of it memorized yet craved for, lay next to her, and she stared into his eyes.
"Stop me if you want, Neera. Stop me if you know you don't want this right now." He said.
There was the option she should take, yet when she thought about how he had withdrawn from her for her sake, to help her heal and be herself once again, she couldn't. She had missed him, heart, body, and soul, and she wanted to be merged as one with him, forget all the pain of the heaviness she held in her, and his body gave her that refuge.
"I want this, Zavian." She said, running her hand down his cheek. "I want this." She repeated more assuringly.
