Under His Embrace
I sat on his lap, his masculine scent wrapping around me, intoxicating and familiar. The warmth of his body radiated through me, a comforting presence I had been longing for.
To confirm if this moment was real, I raised my hand and pinched his bicep lightly.
“Ouch, Kannama! Why the pinch?” he asked, laughing softly.
I giggled, holding onto him tighter. “Just checking if I’m dreaming.”
He cupped my face with one hand, his deep, brown eyes gazing into mine. “Does this feel like a dream?” His voice was low, sending shivers down my spine.
I hid my face in his chest, overwhelmed. “Simbu, why do you always make me feel this way?”
He chuckled and tilted my face toward his. “Because you’re mine, Kannama. You always will be.”
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The Night Before
After showing him my hom
