Chapter 15

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."