Forbidden Love On A Full Night
Drama in Waiting

"You better get back to the tent" said Ram, making my heart wither. He didn't want to perfect my night.

With the feeling of a predator, I grabbed my coat and sandals and I returned to the tent ignoring Ram who was standing there - not to sleep, but to cry alone for the rest of the night. Shedding tears from the tightness in the cry without sound, for a while, until my eyes were so sore because of the heat of tears.

"Hey, honey," Ram's voice shocked me as he checked on me inside the tent, but I kept my face down, my back down, my face wet with tears. "Don't cry." He slipped into the tent. "Honey, please, don't be like this. Don't make me feel bad. Would help?"

I don't want to talk.

"Darling...." Ram pulled my shoulder until I sat down in front of him, not daring to look him in the eye. "Don't cry. Please, stop crying, okay?" Hugged me, rubbed my back, but the disappointment was already too piercing my heart. I'm very disappointed.

I kept losing minute by minute in the man's arms and the patter of tears.

"You still don't stop crying. What am I supposed to do? I don't like seeing you like this. Please, Purna, what should I do?"

I'm shaking. "none. You better sleep. We'll be home in the morning, right? You. You must rest. Sleep on."

"How can I sleep while you keep crying like this?"

Yeah, I was wrong. I lay down my body and curled my back, crying. "I'm going to sleep" I said without looking at the man. "Don't mind me."

Ram felt claustrophobic. He took a deep breath and then he pulled me back up. "Come, come with me. And don't ask too many questions."

He warned me before I opened my mouth.

Outside, Ram held my hand in silence until we stopped in the parking area. He busted the truck door for me and he told me to come in, sit on the passenger bench. Before he got in and sat behind the wheel, Ram said goodbye to his friends.

In the next minute, we were already cruising down the deserted streets and unexpectedly, in less than twenty minutes, our trip stopped at an inn. A cottage near another beach.

The deg!

I don't know how to react, to be happy, to wonder, to accept with pleasure, or to refuse because of ego?

But I just kept quiet.

"Come on." Ram stood beside me, opened the door and reached out.

I wiped the tears on my face dry, then welcomed Ram's hand. For the next thing I didn't realize anything because it was more evasive, and out of focus. Ram told me to wait for a moment while he booked a room for the two of us. He did not say anything upon returning, only to grab my hand and hold me towards the row of thatched-roofed huts. I stared at what was in front of me.

"Gee!" I murmured in a low voice, but my eyes were more representative of my mortality, I was amazed to see what was in front of my eyes. This is what I dream of, a straw-roofed hut overlooking the high seas, and inside....

Four-star hotel, my heart. Perfect. Like my dream. A simple, beautiful, charming and.

I was so stunned by what I saw in front of my eyes that I forgot about the situation between me and Ram. As soon as I realized I wasn't alone, I looked back.

Ram stood there, leaning against the entrance like a desperate, helpless, dying, passionate young man. Can you imagine? He is caught in a situation he desperately wants to be about, as well as pulling him to do, to give in to temptation. To make love on a full night. And I just stood there, watching the man's helplessness. With tears returning. "I don't. I don't want to force you. I don't want to...."

Ram jerked me hard into his arms, and crushed me in his chest. "Be quiet, Purna."

Oh...!

Ram kissed me without hesitation. That kiss is not a lover's soft kiss. He forced his tongue into my mouth and inserted one hand into my hair, clutching it until my scalp burned. And Ram kissed me, desperately, recklessly, without skill or tenderness. He swept my lips and mouth with his mouth and lips, with his tongue, and rubbed my face with a shadow of the coarse hairs on his jaw. In anger, passion, and helplessness.

I let myself be lifted up by the tidal wave of emotions, feeling the vibrations of Ram's passion and anger. But I knew not that I was the target of his anger, but rather that of himself - a failure of self-control.

"Oh, Purna," he muttered, burying his face in my hair, down my shoulder with his palm. "Why do you have me so deep?"

God, I'm afraid of this guy's reaction. Afraid of his rejection that would further hurt my heart.

"I always felt like you wanted me, just like I wanted you. But, but you always refused. You rejected me. You don't want me."

Ram was flabbergasted by my words. He gently pushed me slightly away and stared into my pair of eyes. "I want you. Always was. And you know very well about that."

"But the truth is you always reject me!"

Sretta!

Ram jerked off the thin dress from my left shoulder, and, stripping it next to my chest. "Oh, God." he whispered. He cupped the softness and lightly swept the passage with his fingers. Makes me crumble by his touch.

Then, to my surprise, Ram lowered his head and buried his face, kissing, sucking gently, almost adoring. As if his control was over.

Fuck the word no. I want Ram. Want to tear off his clothes. Right and wrong can wait.

But no! Ram thought something else. Suddenly, she pulled her face from the tenderness and pulled me back towards her. "Enough, Purna," Ram said raucously on my cheek. "That's enough. We -- I - should stop. It's crazy."

"Please...? Please don't treat me like this. Don't pull me back, Mas. Please...?"

Ram didn't say anything. Nor did it release me from his arms.

"Please...?" I asked again, but he was still without reaction.

I thought he had relented and given me permission so I opened my mouth around his neck, traced the edge of his shirt collar, inhaled the exotic fragrance of sandalwood mixed with the faint smell of his body. Adore, enjoy sweet paradise. So tempting....

I let my hands explore the man's body in amazement. Ram was tall, much taller than me, and slender, broad-shouldered. Dreams and fantasies of women. God knows how often that man haunts my sleep.

"Yes" I whispered, refusing to return her gaze.

"I'm afraid I'll regret this, Purna. I'm afraid I'm gonna curse myself-"

"Please...." I forced myself to look up at Ram. The man's good looks almost twisted my heart out of his chest. "I want you, totally. I know I'm wrong, but I want you."

In my arms, he trembled, his eyes closed tightly. Without looking, he raised his hand and rubbed the back of his hand on my cheek. "Wanting doesn't make this right" he replied subtly. Nevertheless, his hand drooped away, and slowly, so slowly, he lowered his head towards me.

If Ram's first kiss feels like fire, this kiss feels like a melt of lava. The kiss was poured on me, weighing on my body, dragging me towards it. Shaking and flirting, made me tremble with hunger.

Oh, my God, I'm so tempted. This is madness. And I hope that this time no one will stop us. I hope Ram lets himself give in to his own lust, and saves me from eight years of torment.

I returned Ram's kiss. I kissed the man as he kissed me, urgently, greedily, with his mouth and tongue, slipping into the warmth of love, feeling, touching, and learning. Ram's mouth hummed me as my tongue swerved in, teasing and probing the depths of his passion. Desperate need to have Ram completely, took me inside and made the man a part of me. I was just a little aware that I was starting to pull out the hem of Ram's shirt from his pants. That I traced the softness of Ram's naked, toned back muscularly to my hand. Then Ram's fingers removed the bra hook on my back.

"Don't stop this again" I asked, successfully muttering at the hot neck of the man.

I'm begging....

"For your sake. Even a wild horse would not be able to drag me away," he replied, lowering the soft dress over my arm, and stripping off all the *pages left on my body, making my cheeks flushed red. Burned with shame.

But what happened next made me grimace again. Ram's movement stopped completely. He just stared down, his eyes tracing my naked body, dense chest, both shoulders, and finally stopped on my face.

"Mas...?" my whiskey.

Responding to me, the man simply lowered his body above me, his mouth open, his breathing rippling in my ears, his hands down my hair that was unraveling.

"What's wrong?" I asked quietly, sounding sad and feeling very embarrassed. And very confused.

Ram breathes in my blushing skin. "Oh my God, Purna, honey, I. I don't think I can."

But in front of him, I was already trembling with anger. Or so I thought. Until I finally felt the warmth of the tears that came back dripping down along the cheeks and flowing down.

Unable to speak, Ram just looked at me with a guilty feeling.

"K-k-you don't want me," I wailed softly, biting my fist.

"Geez, honey," he whispered. "The oath is not true at all."

"Oh, y-yeah, that's right." I nodded weakly, weakly. "You don't-you don't want me. You just want to torture me. I've sworn that I want to give up. I want my first night with you. I want you to be the first for me. But-but, w-does that mean b-for you?"

Ram looked at me with eyes full of question marks. "What do you mean?"

"Don't ask. Don'tdon't. That's enough." I wiped my tears with rage, but my face was still wet and sore.

Roughly, Ram poked his arm around my body and grabbed me. He could definitely feel my tears moistening the front of his shirt. For a long time, he only hugged me when I cried, not knowing what to do or say.

Ram lowered his head and kissed my forehead lightly. "Furnish, dear, don't misunderstand-"

"Don't lie. Don't fool me," I put misery on his shirt. "You're not. You never wanted me."

Ram shook his head. He gently pushed me a little away like before to look back into my pair of eyes. "I really want you" he regretted. "But a man's passion is a complicated thing. And it's not just about lust. I'm just afraid of making a mistake with you. You're a girl from a respectable family. From a distinguished family. You can understand what I mean, right?"

As if embarrassed, I rubbed a set of tears under my eyes. "It makes no difference. I remain a pathetic virgin widow."

"Purna," *rangya, draw me a little closer. Clumsy he asked, "Furnish, your marriage...."

I'm shaking. "Don't.don't ask this, please...."

"Come," he asked.

Ram took me to bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me between his legs, he took off his coat and looked up at me, his eyes dark and faintly glistening in the light of the lights that lit up on the side of the bed. Without a sound, he reached out and put his fingers along my arm. His hands trembled faintly as he touched my bare skin inch by inch.

"Purna, are you sure?"

I looked down at Ram's fingers as they came down through my arms. "Yes" I whispered, closing my eyes. "Without rejection, please...."

As if he had said something that made him uncomfortable, Ram got up, took off his shirt in front of me then circled my body, and took off his pants.

"Wouldn't...."

Ram traced my back, flicked my hair to my shoulders, then swept my neck with the warmth of his lips, then he wrapped his arms around my body. Made my chest imprinted in his hand. From behind, he defended me, while his lips swept over my hair. He really wanted me. I could feel his hot gaze, looking at me from above my shoulder, observing the reaction of my stiffening and trembling body as he touched me. The fun is too wonderful to hold. Almost out of my will, I groaned as my head leaned against her, exposing my body in her gaze.

"Oh my God, Purna," she whispered, gently clutching her palm on my chest. "You're so much prettier now than when I was first-"

I turned around in his arms and kissed him. I don't want to be reminded of the past. Ram's eyes closed tightly as I deepened the kiss into a searing intensity.

Suddenly, Ram broke away from my kiss. He looked me in the eye fixedly as his hand traced my bare shoulder, down to my back and cupped my arse. With an impatient, masculine low growl, he pushed me up on the bed.

"You are mine" he whispered following me to the bed, piercing me with his body. "You're mine. My most beautiful full light...."