CHAPTER 23: SILENT NIGHT
CHAPTER 23: SILENT NIGHT
The moonlight spilled softly through the sheer curtains, casting silver patterns across the room. The silence was tender, intimate, broken only by the faint sound of the breeze rustling outside. Inside their bedroom, time seemed to pause for Pia and Arjun.
She stood by the window, lost in thought, her silk robe loosely tied around her. The soft fabric hugged her gently, and her eyes shimmered with warmth as she turned to find Arjun watching her.
He had been leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, simply taking in the sight of her. His expression was unreadable at first—an emotion that danced somewhere between awe and longing. When she caught his gaze, he stepped forward slowly, the air between them thickening with every breath.
"You look beautiful," he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Pia gave a soft smile, her cheeks flushing under his intense stare. "You're just saying that," she teased gently.
"I never say anything I don't mean," he murmured, his voice dropping lower as he closed the distance.
Her breath hitched as he reached out and untied the sash at her waist. The robe slid open with a whisper, revealing the delicate lace beneath—deep red, intricate, made just for his eyes. She had worn it for him tonight, not knowing if she had the courage to follow through with the desires simmering within her. But now, under his gaze, her hesitation faded.
He leaned in, his hands sliding over her waist, drawing her closer. "Do you know how many nights I've imagined you like this?"
She shook her head, words failing her.
Arjun's lips brushed hers lightly, a ghost of a kiss, igniting a slow burn that flared through her veins. She responded eagerly, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. His hands moved with certainty, mapping her curves, fingers memorizing every inch of her.
She could feel his breath warm against her skin as his lips traced a trail down her neck, lingering at her collarbone, the gentlest bite making her gasp softly. Her hands found their way to his shirt, unbuttoning it with trembling fingers, revealing the firm plane of his chest.
"I want you," she whispered, her voice almost shy.
"You already have me," he replied, his lips catching hers again.
The bed welcomed them, the sheets cool beneath her skin as he hovered above her. Their kisses grew more urgent, deeper, wetter—each one more desperate than the last, as if they were trying to make up for all the time lost to pain, to confusion.
Arjun's hands slid beneath the lace, caressing her bare skin, igniting flames everywhere he touched. Pia arched into him, moaning softly as he worshipped her body with reverence. He took his time, kissing the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, his tongue teasing until she was writhing beneath him, her legs parting instinctively.
"You're shaking," he said, lips brushing her stomach.
"I want you so much it hurts," she admitted, her voice breathless.
He looked up at her, eyes burning with affection. "I'll be gentle," he promised, and she knew he would be.
When he finally entered her, it was with a slow, deliberate movement that made her cry out—part pleasure, part release. She clutched at him, her nails raking across his back as he filled her completely.
They moved together like waves, rising and falling in rhythm, moaning each other's names into the silence of the night. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure crashing through her, and when he whispered, "I love you," she felt it in every part of her body.
Pia's hands gripped the sheets, her body trembling as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. His mouth was on her breast, his fingers entwined with hers, and when her climax came, it was a shattering wave of pure sensation.
She cried out his name, body arching, back lifting off the bed as he followed her with his own release, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he moaned into her skin.
They lay there afterward, tangled in each other, sweaty and breathless. Arjun gently pulled the sheets over them and brushed the hair from her forehead, placing a tender kiss there.
"I missed you," he said wrapping his arms around her, holding her as if afraid she might disappear again.
There was nothing but the sound of their hearts beating in sync, the warmth of skin on skin, and the unspoken promise that no matter what came, this love, this connection, was real.
Tonight wasn't just passion—it was healing. It was rediscovering each other after all the pain, the silence, the shadows.
And as they fell asleep in each other's arms, the moonlight continued to dance across the sheets—witness to a night they would never forget.