Though her tug and stroke could not speak louder of the permission that she was willingly giving him, Omkar restrained himself from stripping the clothes from her with his own two hands. Instead, he waited for the pearl of her naked skin to be revealed to him when she took them off herself. It was far from the first time that Aria had found herself in a position like this. But the usual control that she took was something that the love she felt for him would not allow her to take this time. Whatever power she had, had been given over to the arch and bend of the light that displayed his muscles. Now that her heart was involved, like a prey animal that had been hunted down, she froze, waiting for his next move.

Omkar knelt down and placed her hands on the back of his neck. He held the back of her thigh, pressing deep kisses with his teeth into the front of it. He pulled her to the floor with him, using his arm like a cradle to buffer the willow of her body from the stone of the floor. At first, Omkar moved slowly so as to learn the notes to the melody of flesh. His skin slid pervasively over hers, so exposed that they could feel the earth’s rotation. In the pause he took to assure himself of her readiness, Aria thought about the fact that they didn’t have a condom. It was that moment that every girl looks back on and calls herself stupid for. But the fear of consequences did not outweigh her desire to belong to him.