Chapter 2

Asha woke up in a strange room on a strange bed. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was as the memories of the previous day came flowing in at a slow pace. The room was simple, clean, and well maintained. Light flowed in from the massive windows covered in white curtains. The loft was basically a big room with obscure partitions defining the kitchen, gym, and living area. The entire apartment had a sense of openness and serenity. The walls were coated in off-white paint, and most of the furniture was black and brown. A long leather couch stood in front of a massive flat screen that hung on the wall, and a few meters from the bed was the work station.

Overall the apartment had this monochrome look of elegant and spacious efficiency. Everything was bare for the eyes to see, and yet the loft felt huge and spacious like the chambers of a modern king.

By the time Asha finished admiring the apartment, every brain cell in her head had booted up, and she could vividly remember where she was and what happened yesterday. She was in Eric's apartment. She looked around in search of her handsome lover and was amazed to see that he wasn't in the apartment. She walked towards the kitchen and sat on the tool next to the tabletop as she tried to take stock of her current reality.

Her marriage was over. That much was clear. However, her future wasn't. She knew her husband to be a mad and passionate man with fierce zeal and a tendency for extremism. That was what attracted her to him. He was passionate, with intense ideals and principles that charmed her greatly. His intelligence was imposing and attractive, and there was always a driven glister in his eye. A spark that pushed him towards achieving his goals and smuggling his magnificent dreams into the realms of reality.

However, a few years after their marriage, she suddenly realized a slow reduction in the fire that burned in his heart. The flame of his passion slowly dwindled until it flickered into a dark hollow void. He stopped thriving for greatness. Stopped dreaming. Stopped putting in maximum effort. He basically settled for a life of mediocrity. He gave up on himself, and that broke him. Once his passion and dreams were lost, his love and happiness followed, and soon Asha was forced to watch the angel of her dreams turn into a self-loathing monster hell-bent on sharing pain and misery.

However, yesterday she saw a flame in her husband's eyes that she had never seen before. A dark, twisted flame but a flame none the less. A passion for imposing his will on reality had returned but in a twisted form. Asha knew that her husband was going to do something extreme, something wild, something crazy. She, however, couldn't figure out what.

Her eyes suddenly widened with shock as she shot up from her stool, only to sink back in and relax. She had suddenly thought she was going to be late for work, only to realize that it was a Saturday morning. She ran her hand through her hair as she tried to regain control of her mind and balance.

'Are you okay,' a thick creamy voice said behind her.

She turned around to see Eric standing in all his majesty, holding a bag of takeouts.

'Yeah, Im fine.'

'No, you are not,' Eric replied. 'But you would be. Trust me,' he said as he walked towards her and set the food he had bought on the tabletop. He pulled some plates out of his cupboard and began to serve a meal of avocado toast with yogurt and grains.

She watched him in silence as he worked. His very presence calmed her mind, and soon all fears and worries that weighed over her dissipated as her lips curved into a blissful smile. With him, all she could feel was love and security, not doubt or fear. Just complete and uninterrupted peace.

'You don't cook, do you,' she said teasingly.

He looked up at her with a smile before resuming his process of dishing food into plates.

'No, I don't,' he replied. 'Too much work, too little gain.'

'What do you mean?' she asked, amused and curious. His voice was powerful and intoxicating, and she enjoyed listening to his thoughts while learning about him.

'Well, the amount of stress it takes to cook leads to me burning more energy than I would gain from the meal. It's a question of efficiency,' he said as he placed a plate in front of her and poured some juice into a tumbler, and served that too.

She took a sip of the orange juice and took a bite of the avocado toast.

'Tasty,' she said as she chewed and swallowed.

'Well, thank you. It only cost me a few dollars and five minutes,' he said with a boastful smirk.

'You are really going to play the efficiency line, aren't you?'

'What do you mean?' he asked, his brows furrowed in playful confusion.

'Efficiency isn't the reason why you don't cook.'

A few seconds of silence passed between them before he let out a sigh of surrender and responded.

'Fine. I'm a crappy cook. There you have my confession. Call in the bailiff,' he said jokingly as she burst into a soft chuckle.

'You are hilarious.' She said as she tried not to laugh too hard with food in her mouth.

'I aim to impress. I would do anything to see your smile.'

She glanced at him for a second before staring at her plate shyly. He was so expressive and intentional that she sometimes found herself overwhelmed by his intensity, like swimming in an ocean of love.

'We should talk about it,' Eric said, breaking into the joyful serenity she was enjoying in the brief silence between their exchanges of playful banter. His tone had a dreadful and serious tone that made Asha realize that they were about to have a serious and difficult conversation. He was right, there was a lot to talk about, and they could only act like there was no problem for so long.

'About?' Asha asked, even though she knew the likely topics he was about to bring up.

'Your husband. He isn't going to take this lying down.'

'What? What makes you think so? You don't even know him,' Asha said as her face morphed into a mix of shock and confusion. She couldn't believe that her thoughts were so much in synch with Eric's.

'I saw his eyes,' Eric said. 'I don't need to know him. His eyes said more than enough about him. He is going to do something stupid. Am I right?'

She let out a sigh of relief. She was glad that Eric was very perceptive. It is easier to explain things to people when they see things from your point of view. With Eric, she didn't even need to explain. He could see everything. They were one and in synch.

'You are right,' she said. 'But I don't know what to do.'

'Let's take a vacation,' Eric offered.

'What?'

'A vacation. A trip to a nice part of the world where we can sit back and relax. We deserve a break, after all. It would also give your husband enough time to cool off. Besides, we would finally have the opportunity to love without fear or restrictions. No more sneaking around or hiding under the cover of work. This is the beginning of a new phase. It's only fair that we start it in a new city,' Eric said with a bright smile as he stretched his hand and laid his palm on her left hand, which was lying on the table.

She interlocked her fingers with his as she stood up to give him a kiss. She locked lips with him and closed her eyes as the blissful softness of his lips merged with hers, and her tongue swam into his mouth. His mouth tasted of sweet avocado, and his juicy tongue swirled around her mouth as their lips smooshed and excitement ran through her bodies.

Their lips departed, and she sat back and continued her meal. He watched intently, enjoying the look on her face as she ate slowly, chewing every bit with majestic grace.

'Where?' She asked, looking up at him with a beautiful and subtle smile on her face.

'I was thinking Turkey. But it's up to you, Asha. Where do you want to go?'

'Hmmn,' she thought as she looked up at the ceiling. 'I always wanted to return to Paris.'

'Excellent,' Eric replied. 'The city of love and romance it is.'

'But I had rather not,' she added.

'Why?'

'I have been there before.'

'Oh, I see.'

'With Jason'

'I figured.'

'Going back, there would be too painful.'

'I understand,' Eric said as he walked over to her side of the table and wrapped his arms around her from behind. 'We don't have to go there. We can go anywhere you want as long as you are happy. However, I would like you to go to Paris again. No one should stop you from seeing one of the most beautiful cities in the world. No one should have that much power over you. But I understand that it is too soon. Maybe later. So, where would my lady like to go? Which part of the world would you like to get immersed in?'

'You are such a wordsmith. You know that, right?'

'No, I'm not. I just like to express myself. I know what I want, and I know how I feel. More importantly, I am not afraid to show it. So now tell me. Where?'

"I don't know," Asha replied as she spun on her stool to look at him. Tell me. Why do you want to go to Turkey?

'Actually, I want to go to Istanbul. It's one of the cities in Turkey, and it's absolutely stunning. There are so many layers of culture in that city. Many emperors conquered the city, and at a time, it was called Constantinople, then later Byzantium. But what makes it really special is that it lies between Europe and Asia. A beautiful city, hanging between the two major parts of the world, a bridge between the east and the west, a place where culture and religion clash with such intensity that it has so much to offer.'

'Wow. You got me sold. Now I know why you like working in sales. You have a way of showing the beauty of things with words. So when do we leave,' she asked.

'You are on board,' Eric asked, surprised.

'Yup. I would like to see this beauty that you talk about. Also, judging by your description, I am certain that you are going to be the perfect tour guide.'

'Excellent. Oh, I am so excited. I had always dreamed of going to Istanbul with the woman of my dreams. When I met you, I knew you were the one. And now my dream is coming through. I get to show the most beautiful woman in the world, the most beautiful place in the world. Do you know why I love you, Asha?'

'No,' Asha replied with a smile as her cheeks reddened with excitement.

'Because you complete me. You make my dreams come true,' he said as he kissed her on her lips and wrapped his arms around her. They kissed intensely for a few seconds, drinking the elixir of their love with such hunger and passion that their bodies were soon streaming with sexual energy and an intense need for pleasure. A need that they soon realized must be satisfied.

Eric lifted her up from the stool and carried her to the bed. He slipped off the nightgown she had on and pulled down her panties to reveal her smooth wet pussy. He slowly kissed her feet and worked his way up her smooth legs planting soft sensual kisses at every inch until he was at the gateway to her heavenly cave.

He looked up at her as he kissed the left flap of her pussy and sucked, pulling his lip back as she let out her first soft moan. He slowly licked the outer area of her pussy. Forcing her body to thirst but not satisfying it. She writhed and shook as she thirsted for his tongue inside her. He finally yielded to the yells of her body and dug his tongue deep into her pussy, flicking her clit rapidly as it dangled with excitement. He stuck his tongue deep into her before slowly licking up and digging his tongue in again before flicking his tongue out in one swift movement. Then he relaxed and got to work on twirling his tongue inside her pussy.

Asha realized that his tongue wasn't only talented at weaving silver words. He was magical, and his tongue was his wand. Every inch of her pussy was simulated with his wet tongue as excitement coursed through her veins with unrelenting intensity as she dug her fingers into his hair and moaned loudly. She closed her eyes and bit into her lips.

He was good, and he was just starting. He squeezed her soft round ass, feeling its texture and enjoying the soft smoothness of her skin. She enjoyed the feeling of his hand on her. The way his powerful hands possessed her and made her feel complete. She suddenly felt his hand near her butthole and was shocked as he slipped his pinky in.

Her mind went into overdrive, trying to process the new sensation. Her eyes shut open as pain rushed into her brain. However, in the next second, her body relaxed as the feeling of pain was replaced with a sweet and erotic sensation. Everything was perfect as her mind flooded with dopamine. Her pussy and her asshole screamed with intense passion, and her body was soon vibrating to the music he was playing on her willing flesh.

Her eyes suddenly shut open as her moans grew louder. She felt her body fill with the electric feeling of satisfaction as her eyes twitched, and her legs vibrated intensely. Her mind reached the apex of satisfaction as her body climaxed, and her juices flowed out of her in a wet stream down her shaky legs.

Satisfied with the effect he had on her, he licked her up making his way from her pussy up, past her navel, through her cleavage, and up her neck till his tongue sunk into her mouth and kissed her. She was drained, but she wanted more. She wondered what other pleasures he had in store for her. And as if he could read her mind, he turned her over and joined her on the bed.

He set her hands on the headboard as he positioned himself behind her. She knew what was about to happen, and she smiled. She set her body in the perfect arch, ready to receive his rock hard cock in her wet pussy. He slowly guided the tip of his cock into her pussy and rubbed the line of her vagina with his fully erect dick. She pushed her ass back, eager to fill his meaty cock insider her. However, he refused to be rushed. He teased her pussy as he squeezed her breast and played with her nipples. Squeezing them with his thumb and index finger and enjoying the chaotic music of her moans.

Suddenly he grabbed her waist and thrust his dick into her, forcing her to yelp with excitement.

'Are you okay,' he asked, scared that he had pushed in too fast and rough.

'Don't stop. Please,' she begged. Thirsty for his cock to satisfy the passion of fire he had stoked in her.

That was all the encouragement he needed to go into full swing. He grabbed her right breast firmly and thrust his dick into her. However, this time he didn't stop. He got to work fucking her pussy quickly and powerfully as his dick rammed into her and hit her G-spot with such force that her body shook with each thrust.

Her moans were replaced with passionate screams as he fucked her wet pussy with great speed and tempo. Several minutes later, he suddenly stopped and turned her over, laying her on the bed and spreading her legs wide as he shoved his dick into her and continued fucking her wet juicy pussy. Her pussy was warm and wet, wrapping his dick tightly in fleshy pleasure, filling his mind with the blissful sensation that drew his love for her out of him.

Their bodies glistened with sweat and slid with the moisture as he worked tirelessly, fucking her pussy hard and fast as her lips unlashed the moans, screams, and encouraging obscenities. He felt his juice rush down his body and flow through his spine as he picked up his pace, eager to get in as many thrusts as possible as he approached his climax. His body vibrated violently as his cum flew out of his cock and burst into her pussy. He pulled his dick out to see his cum flow out of her pussy like in a creamy stream. She stuck a hand into her pussy and liked it as she gave him an enticing smile.

'I love you,' he said as he collapsed next to her and held her in a warm cuddle.

I love you more,' she said as she wrapped herself around him and rested her head on his chest.

They stared at the ceiling of his loft in silence. Enjoying the peace and joy of being in the graceful embrace of love. Words were unnecessary. They were, after all, inadequate as they could do nothing but disturb the moment. He played with her hair, stroking it softly and slowly as she listened to every beat his heart made. There was a silent, and unspoken synergy between them as their bond grew stronger, and they became more and more immersed in each other, becoming one.

They soon slept off in each other's embrace as the peace of complete and true love conveyed them into the land of dreams. For the first time in forever, Asha's dreams were filled with joy and happiness. Her subconscious was no longer a murky swamp filled with the sorrow of being stuck in a loveless relationship.

Eric also had beautiful dreams. However, they were old dreams. Dreams that had filled his night for years. However, rather than a blank longing, Eric's dream was graced with Asha. Rather than a question mark or a faceless woman who he couldn't recognize, Eric's dreams were now filled with Asha's face. For even his subconscious had accepted her as part of him. She was his dream, his completion.