Intense, Passionate, Love!

My heart was pounding. My mind was racing. My pulse was quickening.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want too," Raj mumbled softly.

"No," I shook my head. "I want too."

He let out a sigh, and wrapped me in his arms like a blanket. "I'm just so afraid I'm going to accidently hurt you." his voice became tense, and he held onto me even tighter. "You promise, that if I do something that you don't like, you'll tell me."

I nodded slowly, keeping my eyes locked on his to show that I fully understood the concept.

"I love you," I then whispered into his chest. "I know you would never harm me. I trust you."

He smiled, and without another word, lifted his white cotton tee shirt over his head and tossed it in the corner without a care in the world. My eyes and heart both were not prepared for they witnessed.

His body was just like it was in my dream. Deeply tanned, and beautifully sculpted like a statue. He looked exactly like one of the models you would see on the cover of a magazine, the ones that only dated anorexic supermodels or actress'. But he was real. And he was all mine.

"Wow," I sputtered not knowing what else to say. "You're gorgeous."

He chuckled and took me in his arms again, our bodies pressed up against each other made my nerves tingle, but I remained calm. His skin was warm, and smoother; another thing taken straight from my dream.

He suddenly then lifted me, and carried me in his arms until we got to his bedroom, helping each other tear off our clothes along the way.

When we arrived, he lay me on the bed and proceeded to crawl next to me.

"Any special requests before we begin?" his smile sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight.

"Yes," I exhaled staring up at the ceiling. "Whatever you do--don't get me pregnant."

He snickered and kissed my bare shoulder blade. "Your wish is granted."

And then, the room became still, and the only sounds were the ones that came from the two of us together, making something beautiful.

The low rumble of thunder awoke me the next morning. I was lying on my stomach, my back uncovered and my arms intertwined around my head.

Raj was still sleeping next to me, his muscular arms wrapped like a snake around his pillow. His slow, steady breathing was peaceful and soothing.

The soft pitter patter of the raindrops outside would seem relaxing to some people, but to me, it was a distraction.

I shifted my body sideways so I faced Raj, and slowly I inched my way over to him.

His eyes remained closed, and I watched in awe as his chest rose with each breath he took in, and collapsed at each one released. I then wondered if it was really possible to love another the way I loved Raj. Some might say it is, and then there are the others who say that love is a complete and total waste.

But judging by the way we acted, and spoke around each other proved to me that yes, it is possible, and that these kinds of relationships aren't just alive in books and movies.

I rested my head on Raj's shoulder and gently ran my fingertips up and down his chest, thinking about last night and what had happened. It was beautiful, and powerful at the same time. I had never really done that with anyone before, and I wondered if Raj hadn't either. If he put more passion into our love making than he did with others.

I now wanted him to wake up, and shower me with love like he always did. But he looked so peaceful, and so relaxed, it would be a sin to awake such beauty.

But I didn't care. I brought my lips to his neck, and then brushed them up the side of his chiseled face, and up to his ear.

"Wake up," I whispered.

He didn't move an inch. He still lay silently, sleeping like a newborn infant.

"Wake up," I said somewhat louder. "Rajjjjjjjjjjjjjj, wake uuupppppp."

"Mmmmmm," he finally moaned rolling onto his back, eyes still shut.

"Raj," my voice became more stern. "Wake up." I climbed atop of him and spoke again. "It's morning."

He opened his eyes and smiled when he saw me. "I know it's morning, baby. I need my rest."

I ran my hand through his messy deep brown hair and sighed. "No, you need to get up. It's getting late."

And then, I realized I was completely unaware of the time.

I rolled off of him and sat up, holding the sheets against my chest. I stared at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed. It was blinking the time that read eleven-forty-two.

"It's nearly noon," I said turning back to him.

"Fine," he giggled ripping the sheets off of his body. "We can't stay in bed forever."

"Thank you," I boasted sliding off the bed. I then felt my arm starting to sting, like I had been cut or bitten by something.

"What's wrong?" Raj asked pulling his boxers over his waist. "Are you harmed?"

"My arm won't stop stinging."

He pulled his eyebrows together, and walked over to examine me himself. "Show me where it hurts."

I extended my arm out, and he began to look all over for any signs of cuts or wounds.

Then I saw it.

A long, tomato red scratch ran from the top of my arm, and down to my elbow, and contained tiny spots of blood.

"Dammit," he muttered.

"What?"

"I knew this would happen."

I became confused, and tried to remember if I had gotten cut last night. "What do you mean, exactly?"

"I knew I would somehow hurt you."

I sighed and touched his back. "It's okay. It happens all the time."

He let out a pity laugh. "Never thought it'd happen to you, though."

I shrugged, and began to collect my clothes that were scattered across the hardwood floor.

"Does it hurt?" he questioned, refusing to let go of the subject.

"No, I'm fine." I assured him snatching my black laced bra from behind the door.

"I'm sorry, Sara," he shook his head in shame. "I promise I'll never have sex with you again until I learn to control myself."

I frowned and then disappeared into the bathroom, not wanting to discuss this for a minute more.