Chapter 52: ROMANCE UNLEASHED

"There are different kinds of love stories, but one thing is the same in all of them. In every love story, there is a 'Melody' ! It might be sweet or passionate. It can also be transcending or heart wrenching.
"The heart listens to no one because it is governed by love. Then, why try to control it ?" Audrey thought as she processed the emotional and fluid situation she had been through in the past few years.
But these past couple of days had taught her how important it was to unwind, both mentally and physically. She enjoyed taking walks with Melody, watching cartoons, and playing games with her which brought them together.
Melody slept early after dinner that evening. She was exhausted after a long day spent mostly outdoors.
After they called it a day with all house chores taken care of, there was, between them, a weightless, seamless desire to be one.
Dmitri pulled the bedroom door shut gently and they faced each other, two candles flickering, to quench the thirst of years before melting into one in each other"s heat.
She softened against him and sighed, as he pulled her closer towards himself. His face had the slightest bit of stubble that rubbed on her soft skin as he swiped his cheeks on hers like a gentle breeze touching the sun-kissed waves.
His fingers slid down her arms in a tingling caress. She remembered clearly that firmness of his loving embrace, and yet there was, also, a newness to their union.
"I've wanted you for so long," he huskily rasped, hands tightening on her waist.
A thrill rippled through her chest at the rasp of his voice. 'I have too,' she breathed out softly in a hush. As if she rose up from the ashes at his words which set her soul on fire once again.
"What do you want, darling ?" whispered Dmitri as his words were soft and close to her ear.
"You," Audrey replied
There was a little inner fight with every button he released from the buttonholes of her loose shirt starting from the last in line.
No room for words, yet she wondered why he seemed to be contemplating every button after she had sent his shirt and waistcoat flying in what she calculated as half a second.
Whatever that was, it was pulling her in, the urgency of those perfect lips sinking in as if consuming her core, the way his body pressed against hers, warm and untamed. If hearts could explode, hers could detonate right now.
Heat rose from every inch of him, he was no longer able to control. He"d never wanted someone so violently, desperately.
His loving caresses melted every square inch of her body until she dissolved into his. It seemed as if electric dominoes were crashing down in all different directions under their skin.
She tried not to wriggle beneath him, but her heart was pounding, her pulse haywire, as desire and anxiety pumped through her.
Their breaths caught, his fingers orchestrated an exhaled symphony of moans. There was nothing but the sound of her gasps drawing him in, awakening something feral within.
She lost herself in the insane rhythm and pace he was setting. Her body took over, obliterating the thoughts, climbing and building so she was awash with sensation, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Listening to his harsh breathing, labored and fierce at her ear. It was so erotic, his need for her.
This sensual energy ebbed and flowed slowly, building through her body too until it controlled every energy center of her. It was as if the energy created a whirlpool with all the sacred waters in her being which started off as a gentle current, but built to such a powerful force that she was now all consumed completely.
They were nothing now, but currents of pleasure, pleasure breathing in and gushing out, breathing in and gushing out.
How could they hold such an ocean inside them for three long years ?