Kria SS - Tides and the Moon#2 Chp 8 Pg 88 - Page 25

Chapter 7

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

The radio was still at full blast, but it didn't seem that way to Reyaansh. Hadn't he read somewhere, nature's most beautiful creations were the most ruthless predators as well? The beauty was always supposed to be a trap. And like a helpless moth, he just felt irrevocably attracted to the light she was emanating, walking on the beach, as if flowing to his heartbeats. Clad all in white, she was putting the full moon to shame.

This shouldn't feel this way, the back of his mind echoed. So he questioned it, Then why does it actually feel like this?

Hearing no answer being echoed back, he got out of the car, walking towards her, the sheer numbness of everything else overwhelming every sense.

Did she know she was being watched?

Cause it sure felt like that… Who else danced for themselves?

And then he remembered, she did. Had always done.

There had to be a cure for this… Or else how would he stop?

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

He had almost run to her. Ran like his life depended on it. He had to see her face, know what was going on.

Why was she here? Why was she so beautiful? Why was she such a pure torture?

He snatched her hand, twirling her back into his frame. Water droplets flew everywhere as she crashed into him, while the waves crashed into them.

The expression she had. Sigh.

Was she crying? She never cried while dancing, at least not while she had no reason to.

So, then why did the droplets of water on her face seem to make a pattern downstream?

Why did her confused muddy brown eyes look so puddle and grim right now?

No, there was no escape. His mind acknowledged.

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
When sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

"Kriaaa…" He breathed her to life, as if being recognized was all her eyes were begging for.

He didn't know he had been keeping the hurt to himself as well, as if her name from his mouth put him to peace as well.

She looked so thankful. Why was she?

Was it that she cared whether he actually remembered her or not?

As if there was nothing else she wanted.

Within moments, he realized she had clung to him hard, sobbing and sighing in some strange comfort.

When had he stopped requiring the sheer warmth her body emanated? God, that had to be a pathetic loss of sense. There nothing was better than the heaty fragile being in his arms.

He felt his arms covering her into himself.

What was he trying to do? His mind asked… To which all he could reply was, trying to reach her temperature.

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

He breathed in that scent of hers. Had it really been a year that he had not felt it? It didn't seem that way. It was so characteristic to her, almost impossible to recognize the spices that went into it. Would he stop?

She couldn't believe where she was. She was in his arms. She was home. Again.

Her crying stopped as she registered the fact. She had heard him calling her after ages it seemed, and nothing else would compare to it right now.

She tilted her head back, trying to see why he had hugged her. But one look in his eyes and thoughts really didn't seem to be coherent right now.

Did his eyes look watery? They sure did.

His hands lightly grazed her back, slowly moving downwards, away from her body. And for some strange reason, he looked sad at doing that.

She clutched his shirt to where her hands were on his chest, moving a bit forward so that the gap between them eradicated, and stood on her tip-toes, so that she came in level to his face.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive

Maybe it was the moon, Maybe it was the water, Maybe it was nothing, but the hot breath of hers on his face, really made things go haywire.

He didn't even realize when he had touched her lips, or was it she who had touched his. All he knew was his life depended on that kiss.

He kissed her as if it was the last kiss he would have, Ever.

His lips burned the gentle pale ones, trying them to color them his own favorite brand of red. Her hitched breath mingling into his so effortlessly that it almost made him sigh with arousal. He bit her lower lip cruelly trying to tell her to stop him. Almost daring her to stop him.

He felt her hands ruffling the night of his hair. Daring him to continue the assault. Daring him to new heights, and he was sure he would win this dare.

His hands clutched the wet fabric on her back, almost tearing the edges, while he nibbled on to her lower lip, making his way to her jaw, peppering fiery kisses, leaving his trail, marking her best he could.

Her knees would give out any moment now. She clung to his body, almost begging the assault to give her strength, not take it out from her. And that's when she felt him clutch the back of her lower thigh, forcing her to take support of his waist from her leg, with his groin being in full contact of her own wetness, not even the layers clothes sheathing it.

Her head bent backwards sighing, as his trail continued down her throat, moving dangerously into the valley between her mounds, and her hands holding on to his hair, thrusting his head and mouth to dig deeper into her.

Ohh the moans. He swore he had never felt this exhilarated at hearing someone moan.

His hands had finally found the back zipper of her dress, and with much more concentration than he could manage to give right now, he unzipped her dress, making it slightly fall so that her cleavage made itself appear.

He bit into the flesh hungrily, almost not realizing it would leave a terrible bruise. His hands were clutching her bare skin from her back, roaming, touching every part of skin they could.

She found her hands snatching his shirt over his head, baring his torso. It wasn't long before she felt herself void of clothes as well; with him sucking places that made her melt like nothing else.

With his hand crushing, massaging in circles one of her mounds, he engorged the tip of the other into his mouth, licking her, until it peaked firm with need. He then continued assailing the other one, till her heavy moans turned into his name.

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

She pulled him back upwards, missing his lips on hers, and continued the breath-numbing kiss again… While he engorged her whole in his arms, entwining both her legs around his waist now, so that she could literally rub against the throbbing erection he had.

He laid her softly on the wet ground underneath, hovering over her neck, licking behind her earlobe, sensuously biting it.

She felt her tongue tracing a wet line, down her neck, slithering down in the space between her breasts, her stomach, biting succulently at her navel, till it finally reached her core.

A gasp escaped her, as his tongue played inside her, teasing her to new horizons.

This wasn't happening. No…. This was too excruciating.

She wanted him, like she had never wanted anything. Then, why! Why the hell was he still teasing?

What was going in his mind?

Just when she thought this, she felt his throbbing member enter her with a surprise.

Finally!

He shoved and stroked her, to a rhythm which soon her hips got accustomed to, and they joined in the most intimate dance known to humans.

Yes, this was what rapture would feel like.

I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am

Her eyelids felt the red heat surge up, and she was in no mood to wake up from the bliss the night had been. But the sun was shining, almost as if pointing out that the bliss had ended.

She realized she was sleeping on his arm, and moved a little, careful not to wake him up.

Suddenly, his phone rang at full volume. She tried finding it somewhere in the sand, dreading him waking up to that.

But she was too late, the cell had drowsily stirred him off of sleep, and following the noise of it, he had picked it up without even opening his eyes.

"Good morning love…" He said sleepily into the phone, "I love you too jaan…"

And cut the call, going back to sleep, without even realizing, that Kria had just heard that.

Realization struck hard. Really really hard. Last night wasn't bliss. It was a nightmare. Only to be lived again.

So, If you have still read it... Go ahead and tell me how disappointed you are.. While I dig a hole in the ground to bury myself.

Sigh.