Once William and Tamasya started kissing, they didn't stop; they couldn't. Tamasya lost control over the emotions she had been holding.
William had fanned a flame that even he could not control now. Only now did William realize that Tamasya was not just in love; she was hungry, hungry for it, and he liked every part of it but still wanted to know what made her like this.
He didn't know how many hours had passed now. Tamasya was breathing heavily in his arms; her lips shivered now. She looked at William with moist eyes. William was a bit surprised.
"Oh!! Why are you crying??" William asked softly and leaned his head a bit sideways, unable to understand. Tamasya's face was red; her eyes were puffy as tears left her eyes.
Tamasya didn't reply; she just buried her face in his chest as if a big relief had washed over her. She cried; her sobs were loud. William felt the air flushed by the smell of Tamsya's tears; he did not ask anything else.
A few minutes passed.
