morning romance blissful

With a feather-light touch, he gently pushed a strand of her black hair away from her face. Gowthami jerked awake, her eyes widening to face his tender and yearning stare. He said, "Good morning, my love," his voice a gentle symphony that flowed in the space between them.

Rajeev drew in closer, his hands tracing the curves of her face as if to carve every feature into his heart, unable to resist the tug of want that rushed inside him. Her beauty astounded him, as did the way her eyelids fluttered slightly as she slept and the way her lips had spoken beautiful promises only hours before.

Their gaze met, the desire that had remained unsaid the previous evening rekindling like an ember fannied by a little wind. They danced a dance of love and yearning, their bodies announcing their desire without words.

The chamber was illuminated by the golden light of the early sun, creating shadows that represented the rise and fall of their passions. Every kiss and every