Rekindling an old flame

Sasha Mclair was wrapped in her lovers's arms, together they lie after a heated intimate moment in the king sized bed of his penthouse. This was bliss. His love, tenderness and compassion was what had drawn her into him. Together they were magic, she couldn't let him go.Her lover, the powerful Misha Mircadi, this handsome man that had awaken her passions and the centre of her desire. The man that brought her to womanhood, her first and last love she was sure. Sasha 's head laid atop her lover's chest and his cheek nestled atop her long raven black wavy tresses, now a mess from their love making. Sasha sighed a sigh of contentment, sated and flushed again her Misha's damp skin. "Hmmmm, a penny for your thoughts, my love", Misha's husky voice rumble from deep within his throat. Sasha turned her face upwards to look into his dark mysterious cocoa brown eyes. Her flushed cheeks, her eyes normally a pale blue but now dark with desire. She raised both hands and grip her lovers face tenderly stroking his upper cheek bones with her thumbs. A somber expression on her face, " Misha", she started, " I know what I must do, I have come to a decision." This had her lover alert, he slowly rose to a sitting position his back to the headboard of the bed, briging his Sasha with him, craddled in his arms. Her palms against his bare chest. he pulled the sheets around her knowing what a bashful lover she was. He was afraid of losing her, carefully he asked, "And what have you decided?" She could feel his heart againt her palm, the wild thumping and she smile, " I choose you ,my love. I will stand up to my parents tell them I love you. I want you for forever to bare your children, to love and cherish in sickness and in health, for better or worst, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, till death my lover, you and only you, " the tears welled in her eyes and began to fall. Misha's intense stare soften, he didnt realised he was holding his breath, until he exhaled. He lowered his head and kiss her, a kiss so raw filled with possession that told her she belonged to him and only him. That was his answer to her statement and vows. He was bursting with excitement of starting a life with Sasha as his wife, he was overjoyed and filled with happiness .....Sasha moaned and they began their heated dance once again. Sasha's P.O.V Relunctantly she left her lover's warm embrace , she was sobbing it took her six years to grow some balls and make a decision, one that would bring her true love and happiness . Tears of joy cascading down her cheeks. Her prim and proper parents would be devasted, always concerned about what people say.... the gossip, born and raised in a chatholic family. Attending catholic school it would be the talk of the town, he was 27 and she 21. She was an assistant librian and Misha had a thing for books. He was a book collector something that he hid from the world. Before Misha met Sasha he was a notorious playboy but he was drawn to her and she to him with his handsome chisled, angular square jaw, his straight nose , high cheekbones deepset eyes and thick black hair .....his eyes appear like dark pools but in close proxmitity you can notice their rich brown colour . He was tall six feet nine inches broad shoulders huge biceps six pack abs, huge thunder thighs and strong calves to match. Whenever she looked at him she would blush, he would flash her that cocky grin whenever he caught her looking at him. He was every woman's dream with his olive skin , he look like Adonis the greek god. She eased herself into her car after hurridly dressing and bursting with happiness.Tonight was the night that she was going to do it she pulled off from the driveway and sped to her home. The tears came again, the doubts the blacklash of it all crossed her mind. What will her parents say? She couldn't go back on her decision she had to keep moving forward. She never wanted something so bad in her entire life. Misha made her come alive and thats all that matters, he loved her and she loved him end of story. Misha's P.O.V. He watched Sasha's car sped out of the drive way hours ago.He paced the library back and forth.He tried calling her but her phone was dead there was no way of contact to her so he waited. Two days later Still no word from Sasha, he has been worried sick. Did she changed her mind and couldn't face was him was that it? Did her family talked her out of it. He just didn't understand, his mind raced back to when she tried to break things off with him in the past and he always managed to convinced her to come back to him and he knew if he went to her house she would run scared and probably never forgive him, but damned why wasn't she answering his calls. Then an idea struck him! He would visit her workplace. He quickly picked up his keys from the mohogany desk and rushed out of the house. It was a friday morning, he glanced at his watch, ten o' clock . With his porche he could make it in twenty five minutes. He entered his car and quickly the engine roared to life. He made his way off his property and soon he was on the road, every second to get to his beloved. 25 Minutes later..... He was at the library jogging up the stone steps. His entire body was rigid and tense as he made his way through the doors, the fimilar sent of books did nothing to soothe him. He was met by Agatha, the librian. "Ahhhh Mr. Mircadi ", the old lady cooed and giggle she was clearly happly to see him, "Have you come to purchase more books now, have you? ",She stood up at her desk her large stocky frame and ample bosson was one of the first things you noticed about her. She adjusted her round glasses that reminded him of Harry Potter , he gave her a tight contstrained smile and said, " No Agatha, actually I am here to meet with MsMclair can you tell her I am here to see her?" Agatha frowned, " But Mr.Mircadi she quit her job three days ago." He was left baffled, if she quited her job why didn't she mentioned. " Agatha, did she mentioned why she resigned?" "Oh Mr.Mircadi, the girl's in love. She said she found a wonderful man and is ready to settle down and start a family.You should have seen her all flustered and happy, daydreaming at work and what not, " the old lady chuckled. " Is there anything I can do for you Mr.Mircadi?" He grinned and with that he leaned over her desk grab ahold of her shoulder and kissed her on both cheeks, Agatha turned a crimson red and was left in bewilderment. " Thank you Agatha.", and with that he turned and left rather quickly. Misha's P.O.V A wave of relief washed over him but not fully she should have contacted him unless she had a row with her parents. That must be it they must not have agreed with her decision. If that was the case why didn't she contacted him. He was now in his car speeding to Sasha's residence. His thoughts was racing. What the hell happened? He was now on the highway about to make a turn when all of a sudden a car came outta nowhere . He tried to avoid the crash by serving but he was speeding, the car skid and crash into another vehicle .The last thing Misha thought about as the impact hit him was that he needed to get to sasha.