She Is My Hayaat

Chapter 23: The One That Loved and Wounded

She Is My Hayaat was ranked #8 in spiritual as of December 15th, 2015. A long chapter dedicated to all my loyal readers who have been with me and this story from the very beginning. Thank you. :) Because I owe you all one:

My eyes twitched under my heavy eyelids, and I grazed my cool fingertips across a hard as metal surface. It felt warm underneath my fingers, and it was smooth as ice. My eyes shuffled underneath the bright light that begged for me to welcome it with open eyes. I nuzzled my head deeper into a slick curve, and my swollen lips unconsciously touched the base.

Two arms tightened around my hips, and I cold feel his whole body underneath me, acting like a hard bed. I smiled into the curve of his neck as realization dawned over me. I was in the most happiest of places and quite content. In Izhar's arms, I felt at peace and never wanted to leave. I slowly opened my eyes, so I didn't wake him up and welcomed the rise of dawn.

My foggy eyes met the sharp curve of his jaw and chin, and my fingers splayed over his hard, exposed chest. The blanket stopped at his lower abdomen, calling danger and raising red flags as I remembered last night. No, it wasn't how they made it to be in the movies, all happiness and softness. Or like how they described in the books, sappy and cheesy. As a matter of fact, it was painful. However, Izhar had held me through the pain, and we relished the bliss. At times when the pain would be too much to bear, he'd hold me close and kiss me till I'd stop crying. Even the tears seemed painful as they burned their way out. There were so many moments where he'd stop himself, and I'd have to plead him to continue. He felt responsible for every touch and every feeling. And to say the least, he was.

I looked at my slender fingers as dark images shadowed across his perfect chest. To say he was hot was an understatement. My husband was sexy. I traced each ridge and contour amazed by the depths and trenches. He held me so strongly, and I knew I would always be safe in his arms. The light peeking through the thin curtains casted shadows in the most unknown places of the room, but it made me feel at ease. We were shaded underneath the darkness of last night's thunderstorm, draining out all the pain and tears.

I watched his chest move through the high and low notes underneath my cheek which I had shifted to above his heart. For the first time, last night I learned that our hearts moved in sync. They beat for one another, and without the second half, the notes were lost in the steady rhythm of music. My fingers trailed down to his hipbone, and suddenly we shifted. He moved me underneath him, and I was gasping.

I was falling.

And I had fallen hard.

Into the depths of his embrace.

My head hit the thick, soft pillows, and my body was enveloped in the thin sheets as he nuzzled my neck and placed his hands in mine, pinning them above my head. He was awake and had pretended to be asleep. Sneaky.

I giggled into his Adam's apple as his nose trailed up and down from the inside of my jawline to the soft spot in the hollow of my neck. I was ticklish, and he knew that very well.

"You little- you were awake this whole time!" I said quietly.

"Mmm," he mumbled into my collarbone.

I gasped as he nipped the edge of my collar sending me into overdrive. My hands squirmed above my head, locked in his big ones. The sheet separating us from the middle, teased me as it swayed across and down. I moved my head away from his so that one side of me was tucked securely into the soft bed. He loosened his hold on my hands and without thinking twice, I held the sheet against me.

I shyly looked up at him through my eyelashes and peeked into his eyes. They mimicked my happiness and held a longing feeling. Izhar leaned up against me with his elbows holding him up, and gently tucked my hair away from my face. I placed one hand on the side of his face, and he moved his head to kiss my palm. He came closer to me, and I could feel my chest and heart hammering against my rib cage. He kissed me on my lips, both of our mouths closed, and one hand moved to where mine clutched the sheet. My head arched back as his kisses lowered themselves down my chin and to the base of my neck.