Chapter 14

I sit on the couch, staring at the wall in front of me. My mind is racing, trying to comprehend what has just happened. The words that came out of Shraf's mouth still echo in my ears, ringing like a never-ending bell. I can't believe what he said to me. How could he do this to me? How could he be so cruel?

I feel my heart rate increasing, my breathing becoming rapid and shallow. I try to calm myself down, but I can't seem to control my emotions. The tears start flowing down my face, and I can feel the panic rising inside me. I turn to Shraf, who is sitting next to me, staring at me with a blank expression on his face.

I shout, my voice reverberating in the living room. "Why are you doing this to me? Why won't you just let me be?" But Shraf doesn't answer. He just stands there, looking at me with those deep, dark eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. I can feel my anger building up inside of me, like a volcano ready to erupt. I take a step closer to him, my hands balled up into fists.

"Answer me, damn it!" I scream, my voice cracking. "Why won't you leave me alone?"

Shraf still doesn't say anything. He just stands there, his gaze unwavering. I can feel the tears starting to prick at the corners of my eyes. I can't take this anymore. I can't take the uncertainty, the confusion, the pain. I collapse onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. My body shakes with sobs as I try to control the storm raging inside of me.

"Why won't you just let me be?" I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Shraf comes over and sits beside me. He doesn't say anything, but I can feel his warmth beside me, his arm around my shoulder. His touch is like a balm, soothing the wounds that have been festering inside of me for so long. I lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder. He pulls me closer, and I can feel the steady beat of his heart against my cheek.

I don't know how to explain it, but being in Shraf's arms feels like the only place I belong. I know he's the source of my pain, my heartache, my constant battle with my own emotions, but at the same time, he's also the only one who can make it all go away. His presence alone is enough to calm me down and ease the raging storm within me.

I try to fight it, I try to remind myself of all the pain he's caused me, of all the times he's made me feel like I wasn't good enough, but it's like my heart refuses to listen. Every time I'm with him, I feel like I'm home.

As I rest my head on his shoulder, I can feel his fingers running through my hair, his lips pressing against my forehead. I know I should push him away, tell him to leave me alone, but I can't. The thought of losing him is too much to bear.

I try to hold back the tears, but they keep coming. First as angry shouts, then as soft whispers, and finally as a breakdown that I can't control. I sob uncontrollably, and he just holds me tighter, his embrace becoming my refuge.

As I cry in his arms, I can feel my body shaking with every sob. But it's like he knows exactly what to do, his touch soothing the pain away. I know I should be angry, I know I should hate him, but I can't. I'm too in love with him, too consumed by the feelings he evokes within me.

Despite all the hurt he's caused me, I can't imagine my life without him. He's become my addiction, my obsession. A part of me knows I should break free, that I should find someone who treats me better, but the other part of me can't bear the thought of being without him.

As I slowly calm down, I can feel his breath on my neck, his arms still wrapped around me protectively. I know that this isn't healthy, that I should put myself first and move on, but it's like my heart refuses to listen. All I can do is close my eyes and let him hold me, letting the emotions wash over me until there's nothing left to feel.

For a few minutes, we sit there in silence, just holding each other. The tears still flow down my cheeks, but they're not as violent as before. They're more like a gentle rain, cleansing my soul of all the pain and heartache.

"I don't know what to do," I say, my voice barely a whisper. "I feel so lost, so alone. I thought I could handle this, but I can't. I want all of it end. I am losing."

Shraf rubs my back in a circular motion, his touch comforting. I gasp as Shraf scoops me up in his arms, carrying me effortlessly towards his bedroom. His muscles tense beneath my fingers as I clutch onto him, feeling both scared and exhilarated at the same time.

Once we reach his room, he lays me down gently on the bed, his eyes darkening with an intense desire that sends shivers down my spine. My heart pounds against my chest as he leans in close to me, his breath hot against my neck.

"I need you," he whispers, his voice thick with a primal hunger that sets my body ablaze. I know I should say no, that I should resist his advances and stand my ground, but my willpower crumbles in the face of his overwhelming presence.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against mine as he kisses me deeply, passionately. His hands roam over my body, igniting a fire within me that I can't resist. I moan softly as his fingers slip beneath my clothing, tracing the contours of my curves with an expert touch.

I know it's wrong, that I shouldn't be giving into him like this, but I can't help myself.

I can feel his hands sliding over my body, his touch sending shivers of desire down my spine. My heart is pounding, my breath coming in short gasps as he slowly undresses me, his fingers working deftly over the buttons of my blouse. I try to protest, to resist, but my words come out as little more than a whimper.

Before I can even realize what's happening, he's pulled my blouse off, leaving me in nothing but my bra. His eyes roam over my body, hungrily taking in every inch of my exposed skin. I can feel his own shirt being discarded, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moves closer to me.

His lips find mine again, and I moan into his mouth as his tongue slips inside. My hands roam over his chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingers. He pulls me closer, and I can feel the hard length of him pressed against me.

Before I can catch my breath, he's pulling off my skirt and panties, leaving me completely exposed to his hungry gaze. I feel vulnerable, exposed, and yet at the same time, I can't help but feel a sense of primal desire stirring deep within me.

He climbs onto the bed beside me, his eyes burning with a dark intensity as he takes in my naked body. I can feel his fingers tracing over my skin, his touch sending electric shocks of pleasure through me. His lips find mine again, and I lose myself completely to the pleasure he's offering me. His fingers trail down my spine, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body. I arch my back, offering myself to him, and he takes full advantage of my vulnerability.

His lips and tongue leave a trail of hot kisses down my neck and chest, until he finally reaches my breasts. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling until I'm writhing beneath him.

Shraf pulls away, his dark eyes intense with desire, as he quickly removes his shirt. My eyes travel over his chiseled chest and abs, my mouth watering at the sight. I want him, I need him, and I know that he feels the same. For the first time in five years, I feel he needs me the same desperate way I need him.

I moan loudly, my body arching towards him as he thrusts deeper and harder inside of me. His fingers dig into my skin, leaving marks that I know will be there for days to come. Sweat drips from our bodies, mixing together as we become one in the heat of passion.

Shraf's mouth finds mine, his tongue invading my mouth as he explores me thoroughly. Our tongues dance together in perfect synchronization, mirroring the movements of our bodies. I can feel his breath hot and heavy against my skin, and it only adds to the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.

As we reach the pinnacle of our pleasure, I scream out his name, my whole body shaking with the force of my release. He continues to thrust into me, prolonging my ecstasy until finally, he too reaches his own release. We collapse onto the bed, spent and breathless, our bodies still entwined in a lover's embrace.

As we lay there, our bodies entwined, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction pull through me. I feel like it's the first time my husband has made love to me. And despite all of my efforts, my heart lets go all the cautiousness and fell into it's old habit of loving Shraf.