Messiah stopped pressing and rubbing Zarniya's arms. She must be in agony; her hands were red and hot last night. He must admit that he overdid her.
But who could blame him? He never thought that in reality, he would be ever sharing this intimate exchange with her.
When he returned in time, he indulged his longing by kissing her now and then. He held her and embraced her tightly whenever he could.
Those intimate gestures were enough to send him to the clouds.
But, more than kissing or hugging, she had touched him.
She touched him. She did. His master initiated by gracing him with her generosity.
What a wild dream but it was not a dream.
So, he overworked her because he could not get enough of the moment, he could not get enough of her. All his fantasies were becoming real…
