Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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“I couldn’t save them... I couldn’t save anyone,” she thought, her mind spiraling back to the faces of those she had lost. “Why didn’t I hold on to them longer?”
 
Naveen's breath hitched as he felt her trembling in his arms. He felt the overwhelming grief radiating off her, and it was like a mirror to his own heart. He had been trying to keep it together, to stay strong, but now he couldn’t stop the flood of his own emotions.
 
The tears threatened to come, but he held them back, only just, by focusing on holding her tightly.
 
Her sobs felt like a physical ache against his chest, each one pulling at his own sorrow. His body instinctively tightened around her, wanting to protect her, to shield her from this pain, and yet he couldn’t escape the truth of it either.
 
He, too, had lost so much. “I’m sorry too… for everything. For not being able to fix this,” he thought, his heart breaking in pieces as he felt her small body shaking. “But I’m here now. I won’t let you go.”
 
The embrace between them became a lifeline, a desperate clinging to whatever was left. He could feel the weight of her grief, and he let her cry, let her release it all. His tears were quiet, but they fell too.
 
The warmth of their bodies pressed together didn’t just come from the fire, it came from the shared pain, the shared sorrow they couldn’t run from anymore.
 
“It’s alright... it’s alright,” he whispered, his voice shaky, pressing his cheek to her hair, his hand gently rubbing her back. His own words were for him as much as they were for her. He couldn’t bear to see her suffer alone. “We’ll carry this together.”
 
Kavya’s breath finally slowed, but she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. The warmth of his presence, his steady heartbeat under her ear, calmed her.
 
Her fingers tightened on his back, wanting him to feel her gratitude, feel how much it meant to have him there. “I can’t believe I’ve been so alone... I don’t want to be alone anymore,” she thought, her heart finally at peace with the thought that he wasn’t going anywhere. “Not with him. Not with him.”
 
Naveen, too, slowly began to feel the weight in his chest lift. As she cried, his own sorrow felt lighter, too, like a burden shared between them. 

He could feel the tenderness in her touch, in the way she held on to him, and it grounded him. 

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