I woke up the next morning, a sense of contentment still lingering in my bones from the night before. As I shifted in the bed, my eyes slowly focused on the figure next to me, my husband Shraf, sound asleep.
It was a strange sight, one I hadn't seen in our five years of marriage. Shraf always left before dawn, never staying in bed with me for the entire night. But here he was, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath, his arm draped across my waist.I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in my heart. Despite the satisfying night we had shared, my mind couldn't stop wandering back to the love I still held for Shraf. It was like my heart had its own mind, still longing for a love that was lost.But as I lay there, feeling Shraf's warm breath on my neck, I couldn't deny the small glimmer of hope that fluttered in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, things could change between us. Maybe this was the start of a new chapter in our marriage.I turned my head to face Shraf, taking in the peaceful expression on his face. He looked almost vulnerable in his sleep, a side of him that I had never seen before. It was then that I made a silent promise to myself to try and make things work between us.As I closed my eyes, I let out a contented sigh. The morning sun was just beginning to filter through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. And for the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of hope for the future.I lay there for a while longer, staring at Shraf's sleeping face, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I couldn't believe that he had stayed with me throughout the night. It was a small thing, but it meant so much to me. It made me feel wanted, loved, and cherished.As I got up to start the day, I tiptoed out of bed, careful not to wake him up. I made my way to the kitchen and brewed a pot of coffee, my thoughts still consumed by the events of last night. It was like a dam had burst inside me, and all the emotions I had kept bottled up for years had finally been released.I knew I had to talk to Shraf about what had happened. We had been drifting apart for a long time, and I didn't want to lose him. But at the same time, I was scared. What if he didn't feel the same way? What if he thought I was being foolish?As I heard the footsteps approaching, I turned around to see Shraf standing in the doorway. His disheveled bed hair and his shirtless body made my heart skip a beat. It was as if he had just stepped out of a dream, and the sight of him made me feel like I was still in one.His eyes were still heavy with sleep, but they looked brighter than I had ever seen them before. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, and he felt relaxed after so long.As my eyes traveled over his body, I couldn't help but notice how his broad shoulders tapered down to his chiseled abs. The morning light cascaded over his muscular form, accentuating every curve and dip of his body. The stubble on his chin gave him a rugged, manly look that sent my heart racing.My thoughts were in a frenzy as I tried to regain my composure. I knew I shouldn't be feeling this way, but it was impossible not to be affected by the way he looked in that moment. I couldn't deny that his appearance had stirred something deep within me, something primal and raw.I quickly averted my gaze, afraid that he would sense the intensity of my thoughts. But it was too late. The feelings were already there, coursing through my veins like wildfire.As I tried to compose myself and pretend like I hadn't been staring, Shraf's voice broke through the silence. "Good morning," he said, his voice still husky from sleep.Without thinking, I got up from my seat and walked over to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my lips on him. As our lips met, I felt a surge of electricity coursing through my body. Shraf's lips were warm and soft, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as he deepened the kiss. His tongue explored my mouth, and I moaned softly in response, my body pressing closer to his.As I felt his hands roaming over my body, tracing the curves of my muscles and feeling my skin hot against his fingertips, I couldn't help but feel a sense of desire building within me. But just as I thought I was taking control of the kiss, Shraf took over, and I melted in his embrace.I could feel his arousal pressing against me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. Shraf was a confident and dominant man, and I loved feeling the power that he held over me. His hands explored my body, and I moaned softly as I felt his touch. I could feel his warm breath against my lips as we pulled away from each other, both gasping for air. I looked up into his dark eyes and saw the desire and surprise in them, and it sent a shiver down my spine. Shraf was always so confident and dominant, and I loved feeling the power he held over me.But something was different this time. Maybe it was the way I had initiated the kiss, or maybe it was the way I held onto him so tightly, but I could sense a change in him. He looked at me with a mixture of admiration and hunger, and it made my heart race.I wrapped my arm around his neck, feeling the heat between us, and whispered, "Good morning." I could feel his body respond to my touch, and I knew he liked it. I smiled up at him, feeling completely at ease in his arms.He pulled me in for another kiss, and this time it was slower, more sensual. I could feel the promise of what was to come, and it made my stomach flip with excitement.As the kiss intensified, he lifted me up and effortlessly placed me on the kitchen table. My heart raced as I looked into his eyes, filled with desire and passion. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in closer to me.He broke the kiss and started trailing kisses down my neck, nibbling and sucking gently. My body arched in pleasure, and I moaned softly as his hands roamed over my body, sending shivers down my spine.With one swift motion, he pulled down my panties and started kissing me between my legs. I gasped as his tongue explored every inch of my most sensitive area, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.He took his time, savoring every moment, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I dug my nails into his back, urging him on, and finally, I exploded in an intense orgasm.As I caught my breath, he looked up at me with a satisfied grin and whispered,"That was just the beginning."As I sat across from Shraf, munching on my toast, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the intimate moments we had shared on this very kitchen table just a few hours ago. The way his hands had explored every inch of my body, the soft whispers of our shared desires. It was a memory that made my cheeks flush with heat.But my thoughts were interrupted as Shraf's phone rang, pulling me back to reality. I watched as his expression shifted from relaxed to serious as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line."Uh-huh...Yes, I understand. Alright, I'll get to it right away." Shraf hung up and turned to me,"Eva, I need your help with an urgent file. Can you please take a look at these legal documents and make sure everything is in order?" Shraf said firmly, his voice indicating the urgency of the situation.I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Sure, Shraf. I'll get on it right away."We both got to work, scanning through the papers and double-checking every
Warning: Very Dark Mature Content AheadI slowly open my eyes, disoriented and confused. I can feel some restrains around my wrists, my ankles. My heart starts racing as I realize that I'm naked, and completely vulnerable.My eyes flicked around the room, taking in the dimly lit surroundings. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on everything. I could see the outlines of familiar objects, but they were distorted, almost surreal. My wrists were bound with soft, silky fabric, and my ankles were tied to the bedposts.The ropes dug into my skin, making me aware of every inch of my body. I tried to move, to free myself, but it was no use. My body was immobilized, trapped by the ropes.Then I saw Shraf, standing at the edge of the bed, watching me with dark eyes."Shraf, what's going on? Why am I tied up like this?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.He didn't answer me. Instead, he approached the bed, his eyes locked onto mine. My heart was beating so fas
Warning: Mature Content Ahead!!!I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Shraf's actions had confused and angered me, but there was no denying the intense physical attraction I felt towards him. And as I rested there, tied to the bed, part of me wanted him to come back and continue what we had started.Suddenly, the door opened and Shraf walked back in. He had changed into comfortable clothing and seemed relaxed as he approached me. His eyes darkened as he looked at my bound form, and a wicked grin spread across his face."Enjoying your little predicament, my dear?" he said, his voice heavy with amusement.I glared at him, still angry but also aroused by his words. The feeling of being restrained, under his control, was undeniably exciting."Let me go, Shraf. This isn't funny," I said, my voice laced with anger.But Shraf just laughed, walking over to the bed and running his hands over my body. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine despite my anger."I
Love is a strange emotion. It's known to be destructive, yet one can't prevent it from causing self-destruction. It begins as a subtle tickle and evolves into a colossal lump in your throat. You can't shake it off; you can't breathe, and the pain is relentless. Yet, despite it all, you don't let go. You linger there, suffocating, until every cell in your body surrenders.Last night was magical. Shraf had this dark side with him all along and I had no clue. I didn't know the person that was with me last night and I don't know the person sleeping beside me right now. He is so peaceful in his sleep, his long lashes casting a shadow on his gorgeous face , some of his jet black hair scattered on his forehead giving him a messy yet so handsome appearance. It was a strange contrast, to see him so gentle in his sleep after the intensity of his actions just hours ago. Conflicting emotions swirled inside me as I lay there, nestled against him. Part of me longed for the passion and pleasure he co
After Shraf was done, I felt completely wiped out, my body aching and exhausted. I slept like a log for the rest of the day, not waking up until it was already late in the evening. As I opened my eyes, I realized I was in a different bed. My hair was damp and clean, as if someone had taken the time to give me a bath and put me in fresh pajamas. Could it have been Shraf, my husband? The fact that there was no one else in the villa besides him seemed to confirm it, but I couldn't believe it. Shraf had never been the caring type, especially not towards me. The few times we've been intimate in the past few years, he definitely wasn't this attentive. It just doesn't add up. As I slowly got out of bed, I took a moment to survey the room. The only source of light came from a dimly lit lamp on the bedside table. Though my body felt refreshed after the bath, my mind was far from at ease. I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that lingered in the air. Taking hesitant steps, I made my way
After enjoying the night, I said my goodbyes to my friends and walked towards the villa. As I caught sight of Shraf's tense shoulders and piercing gaze, my heart skipped a beat. His possessive and demanding tone sent shivers down my spine as he demanded, "Where were you?"I tried to brush him off, responding dismissively, "Out with friends."But Shraf wasn't willing to let me go so easily. He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer, his voice laced with a hint of anger. "Do you have any fucking idea how worried I was?!"I could feel the weight of his words bearing down on me. I tried to wriggle free from his grasp, but he held me tight. The tension in the air was palpable as we stood there, locked in a silent standoff.Shraf's eyes bore into mine, his expression unreadable. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on me. I knew that something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.As the silence stretched on, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I k
"Try to disobey me, Eva." The words ring in my ears as I fumingly barge into my room and slam the door closed. "How dare he?!" my mind screams out in anger. After five years of ignoring me, making me yearn for his minimum attention, now he decides to control my life! The more I think, the more I get angry on myself! Hot angry tears starts pouring out of my eyes, and I sob out loud. Why? Why can't I stop loving this man? Even after all this, I know I can never think of living without him. Can I be more pathetic? Sobs after sobs echo through the room as I collapse onto my bed, burying my face onto my pillow, The weight of grief and confusion engulfs me, leaving me mentally and physically drained. Eventually, exhaustion claims me, and I drift into an uneasy sleep, tear stains glistening on my cheeks.I wake up abruptly to the insistent ringing of my phone, the early morning light barely filtering through the window. I reached for my phone, and a message displayed on the screen fuels a
As my friends continued to enjoy the beach, I found myself lying under a shed with Shraf. The sun beat down on us, but the shade provided a welcome respite from the heat. I clutched my book tightly, trying to lose myself in the pages, but my mind kept wandering back to Shraf. He lounged beside me, his eyes fixed on me as I read. I could feel his gaze on me, and it made my skin prickle with awareness. Mark called out to us from a distance, offering to apply sunscreen to anyone who needed it. Sarah eagerly accepted, and Mark made his way over to her. After he was done he called, "Do anyone else need me to apply sunscreen on them?!" "I do" I shout, making Shraf glare at me, his otherwise expressionless eyes challenging me to go to Mark. "What? I just need some sunshine." I shrug, removing my shirt and revealing my bikini-clad body. Shraf's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight before him. I could see the desire simmering in his gaze, and it made my heart race. I approach Mark, s