Misc. Erotica The Nine Nights

[shailu4ever]

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Kavya wasn’t sure what she meant, but she knew it was something more than just their shared grief. Something that was blooming quietly in her chest.
 
Naveen swallowed, his own heart thudding louder than the steady beat beneath her ear. "I don’t have the answers, but I know I don’t want to pull away." He hesitated, searching for the right words. 

He found them, but they felt fragile, just like everything else between them.
 
“We don’t need the answers right now, Kavya.” His hand moved, almost instinctively, to brush a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek. 

"I don’t want to pull away either. I just... I want to be here, with you."
 
Kavya’s breath hitched at the tenderness in his words. 

There was something so raw, so genuine in his touch, in his presence. 

It made her chest ache in a way she wasn’t prepared for. "I want that too."
 
The world outside had long since faded to nothing, leaving only the two of them. 

His fingers, warm against her skin, sent small shivers through her, and she found herself inching closer again, as if drawn by some unseen force.
 
Her lips parted, and for a fleeting second, Naveen thought she might say something more. But instead, her gaze shifted down, her eyes darkened with something both vulnerable and fierce. 

"I can’t believe how much I need this. Need him. I don’t want to be alone anymore."
 

The silence stretched, and then, in a soft but deliberate motion, Kavya moved closer, her lips brushing against his cheek with a gentleness that sent a jolt of warmth through him. 

The kiss was fleeting, hesitant, but it carried everything unsaid between them. A soft "Thank you." Without words, it spoke volumes.
 
His hand slid gently down her arm, his thumb brushing against the curve of her wrist, before he pulled her back in, just slightly. His lips pressed against her forehead in return, the kiss soft and lingering, a silent promise.
 

“I’m here, Kavya. Always.” His words were a murmur against her skin, a whisper that felt like an anchor in the storm that had been their lives.
 
They stayed like that, eyes locked, the unspoken understanding between them growing with each passing second. 

There was still so much they didn’t say, so much they hadn’t yet addressed. 
But in this moment, that didn’t matter. 
It was enough to simply be. To exist together. To trust.
 
As they settled deeper into the warmth of the blanket, the world outside felt even farther away.
 
They were safe.
 
Together.
 
And for the first time in a long while, neither of them wanted to let go.
 

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