Nothing had ever felt like this. A moment, but lasting so deeply.
She didn’t know how much time passed. Crying.
He let her.
And then, his fingers that had pulled at her hair, stroked it tenderly. “Shhh.”
She sniffed. “This is too much.”
“Why?”
“I have never cried during sex.”
“This was not sex.”
She chuckled through her tears, wincing. Everything down there felt so raw even while laughing. “You better keep it to yourself.”
“Amaal.”
When he didn’t say anything more, she glanced up.
“You are naive if you think I would let anybody imagine this, forget hear about this.” His eyes were still dark but his mouth had softened. “The woman who surrenders to me is only mine to command. She commands the rest of them outside my arms.”
Her mouth opened, then closed.
“Say it.”
“Hmm?”
“Say what you wanted to.”
“Have you commanded a woman before?”
His mouth curled. “I thought you would scold me for saying I command you.”
She pouted, making him tap her mouth with his finger — “The answer is no. Cigarettes and sex went out together from my life.”
“Why?”
“I am not that good to look at.”
“Says who?” She stroked a finger down his face, down the dark stubble which was tamed for a change. It wasn’t a hero face, but it did command eyes wherever it went. It had certainly commanded hers.
“Not there. Down there,” his gaze pointed to his groin. Amaal frowned. How was that ‘not good to look at?’
“I have scars left over from captivity.”
Her breath hitched.
“I hope one day you will be ok with them.”
She opened her mouth to say she was, when he silenced her. “One day.”
He wasn’t ready yet then.
Amaal nodded. Then slowly trailed her hand down to cup him over his pants. He was damp. Her eyes widened — “How did I not realise when you came?”
“You were busy crying.”
