"E-Erik," Mia couldn't contain herself any longer as she succumbed to the fiery passion slowly reawakened by Erik within her.
Erik didn't cease his actions of kissing her neck. As his hand gradually wandered, she could feel his touch grazing her thigh.
"I've missed you so much, Mia," he whispered, returning his kisses to her face before finally claiming her eager lips.
Mia wasn't sure if Erik had planned it, but as their lips met again, he deliberately pressed against the desire nestled between her thighs. Unaware of his intentions, she instinctively clung to the sleeves of Erik's t-shirt. It was the first thing she saw that she could hold onto.
"You have no idea how intense my longing for you is, Mia," Erik confessed, gazing into her eyes as he squeezed her femininity.
The sensation of Erik's hands caressing Mia's entire body was exquisite. He gazed at her intently, and she couldn't bring herself to look away even for a moment. She desired the familiar touch of his small, fiery lips playing on the windows of his soul.
"Mmmmnnnnn..." she moaned as she felt the seduction of Erik exploring the delicate folds of her femininity.
"Sweetheart," he whispered, embracing her and pulling her closer. "Are you okay here, huh? Or do you want to go to the bedroom?" Erik asked, his fingers continuing their tantalizing movements.
It wasn't just his skilled hands that made her lose herself. It was also the tone he used, sending delicious shivers down her entire body.
"Mnnnn, I-I'm okay," she truthfully replied, tightly shutting her eyes.
As those words escaped his lips, Mia couldn't help but involuntarily close her eyes. It was a result of the pleasurable sensation coursing through her entire being.
Even without saying it, she knew Erik understood her longing. And just like him, she had kept that desire bottled up inside for days.
"I feel like I'm going to explode with the intensity of my desire for you, Mia," Erik whispered, simultaneously slipping his finger inside her entrance.
A deep gasp escaped Mia as she wasn't prepared for the sudden intrusion. Within moments, she found herself yielding to Erik's movements as he continued to explore her depths. His hand began a rhythmic motion, entering and withdrawing from her with purpose.
"Keep going," she murmured, following it with a gentle sigh.
"Oh yes, sweetheart," Erik replied, his tone unchanged. It remained that seductive, bedroom voice that sent delightful shivers down her spine.
"E-Erik," she moaned once again, moving her hands to grasp the hem of his white shirt.
Her hand ventured inside, and her palms explored the sculpted physique of the man before her, heightening her arousal to exquisite heights.
Their lips met once again, and this time, Mia eagerly responded to her lover's fervor without a hint of hesitation, disregarding the bandage on her right arm.
"Are you sure your wound won't hurt?" Erik asked her.
He lifted the hem of her dress, slowly pulling down her panties. The usual excitement that Mia always felt in such situations with Erik filled her heart.
Mia moaned again as Erik fulfilled his desires and continued the interrupted act. However, this time, he employed unique strokes and techniques that further intensified her sensations.
When Erik adjusted their position on the antique chair, he momentarily paused his actions. Seizing the opportunity, Mia pulled his t-shirt upwards, revealing his chiseled torso.
*****
Erik couldn't quite pinpoint what it was about Mia's action that had such a profound effect on him. It wasn't the first time she had pulled his shirt off, yet it seemed like the intensity of his desire for her had escalated.
Was it because, as she repeatedly said, she had missed him desperately? Or perhaps this was simply the effect Mia had on him, on his masculinity? He felt himself losing control even with a simple kiss from her.
And when he saw Mia responding to their lovemaking in this manner, his desire for her heightened to an even greater degree. It was as if the temperature of his longing increased exponentially.
"I love you so much, Erik," Mia whispered after her warm palm had caressed his exposed chest, which now stood freely before her.
"I love you too, so much, sweetheart. I love you so much," he replied before he began undressing her.
Carefully, Erik undressed Mia, lifting her dress upwards. He made sure to avoid touching her arm which was still bandaged.
"I hope this won't leave a scar on your skin, Mia," he whispered.
Simultaneously, anger flared within him as he thought about Bernie and what he had done to Mia.
"If ever it does leave a mark, I hope you'll always remember the reason and how I got it. Because it's a result of my overwhelming love for you," she murmured.
Erik understood the profound meaning behind her words, and they resonated deeply within his heart. Along with the passionate emotions that engulfed him, he responded by reclaiming the lips he knew belonged to him alone.
He knew he almost stole Mia's breath away with the way he kissed her. But he was too consumed by desire in those moments to stop or even be restrained.
Erik almost lost Mia. If she hadn't been quickly treated and if blood hadn't flowed back into her, she might not be here with him now. He wondered how his life would be without her. The thought alone made it almost impossible for him to breathe. He knew he would be consumed by sorrow if she were ever taken away from him, especially now that he knew she was pregnant, carrying their child.
Secretly, Erik found joy in the revelation. He believed Mia wasn't aware of her pregnancy yet. If she were, she would surely tell him. But since he was the first to know, he would be the one to deliver the wonderful news to her. He was just waiting for the perfect timing.
"You're so beautiful, Mia," he complimented her, his words carrying a sense of admiration and desire, as he removed the last piece of clothing from her body.
Mia smiled, but as always, her face flushed with a blush at his words. It was a reaction he had grown accustomed to, and it never failed to amuse him.
"You always say that," she retorted, biting her lower lip.
Erik was aware of the effect his actions had on Mia. However, he restrained himself and instead, he began removing the remaining pieces of clothing from his own body.