Shackles the Heart of the Police Officer
CHAPTER 70 - 'Mas', Call It So Marwah

"It's morning,--"

Marwah's soft and mend3sah voice woke Rambo from his sleep. Awakened for a moment, Rambo grabbed Marwah who was by his side on a wide bed.

"Where are you going? It's still 4 in the morning."

"I'm not sleepy anymore." Marwah took a deep breath, exhaled it and said, "I slept faster all night, Om. So let me get up and clean up."

In an instant, Rambo became stiff. "You can't call me that way! I want you to call me 'Mas' or 'honey'."

"Tumben once, it does not like to be called 'Om'?" answered Marwah, exhaling. She brushed her hair with her hands and pulled it back, away from her face.

Mendes4h rambo. "Not so, I like to be called Om, but after marriage I want to be called closer, for example like that. I'm already a husband, he wants to be called 'Mas'."

"Wild look like Erin's mom?"

Rambo smiled and pinched gently the round cheeks of Marwah. "It has nothing to do with him!" said. "Quick call me Mas."

Marwah turned her head to face the gentleman's touch and closed her eyes while saying quietly. "Mas" repeated Marwah gently, holding Rambo's hand, and carrying the hand to his face. Then he looked up and nailed his gaze to Rambo.

Slowly, Rambo began to be tempted by the beautiful gaze of Marwah, he pulled Marwah closer and closer, until their mouths were only a few centimeters away. And when he could no longer hold that tension any longer, Rambo kissed Marwah. Passionate about his wife's charm, Rambo embraces what he believes is his, embraces a woman who can understand him and finds a heart he thought was frozen when he was left 5 years ago.

And in one fell swoop, Rambo shifted and put Marwah back on the bed. Rambo begins to infiltrate and master, taking everything Marwah has for himself, as if Marwah had indeed been created for him alone. Every curve of Marwah's beautiful body fused into Rambo, as if he were a missing piece of the gondrong man's life-travel puzzle.

Rambo touches it and finds a passion. Rambo takes a sip of Marwah and finds life.

"Mas... "

Rambo immediately smiled, and immediately replied to Marwah as he spoke. "I will carry out all my duties, Marwah. Norman doesn't lie, feel how when you give your heart to a man, look at me in your mind."

The contents of Rambo's head are open to the shadows of his introduction and struggle with Marwah. Memories of the two of them, together, are locked in each other's arms. Too much of it has been the journey of their lives to get to this point.

Rambo felt all those sentimental feelings. In a heart-turning second, Rambo understands the woman better than anyone.

"I will also carry out all my duties to you" said Marwah slowly.

Rambo deepens his touch, gives everything he has, everything to himself. And there was a feeling that pleased him, Norman with his honesty. They both have the status of former people, but uniquely they are still equally sealed strong.

Secret about the crime of his family, Rambo wanted to say it to Marwah, but if he could, he was sure the first woman who could touch him that deep, would be furious and even hate him and his family.

Rambo took off his mouth and stared into the lashes adorning his petals, then saw the shock he felt reflected before him.

"Open your eyes, baby." Rambo said, his voice soft and deep caresses, full of touch. "Open your eyes and look at me now."

Everything Rambo said infiltrated Marwah's mind, suddenly he felt his body melt into hot liquid when he heard the sensitive thing that Rambo whispered. And indeed he felt as if this sensation was the first time, completely lost in a man, and he enjoyed it. He yearns to get lost in Rambo until he never finds his way out.

Marwah lifted her head from the pillow and kissed Rambo. Her husband was motionless for a few seconds, as Marwah tasted it, teasing her. After that, the rope that tied Marwah seemed to suddenly break.

Rambo was flaring, rumbling, and shaking. The world was shaky again as it was a few minutes ago, only this time Marwah welcomed him. Rambo's hands play more clingy, stroking the surface of Marwah's skin, causing a spark of fire with each touch. Marwah's breath re-stiffened as she contorted for Rambo.

Instinctively, Marwah whimpers calling Rambo. "Mas... "

Rambo smiled and greeted him with a touch of death. "Call me so on yeah, I love it."

Marwah could feel Rambo's smile as he revived it, drifting in a storm of sensations that flooded them.

Rambo looks at him, and Marwah feels burned when Rambo touches him, his body seems to explode. Rambo gives it away, and Marwah succumbs to all that is inevitable.

Marwah's eyes then narrowed as she saw a long, faint line scratching the belly of Rambo's box. "Sut stitches?"

Rambo looked down, then looked at Marwah and smiled. "I'm the ones I caught. This is the fate if you marry the tool of the state, you must be ready for everything."

"You guys are great,"

Rambo shook his head, his long black hair draped around his face like a thick silk curtain. "No, baby, you're the great one."

Marwah sighed and let her gaze explore every inch of Rambo's body. A legitimate act he did, after 19 hours ago became the man's wife. It seemed like Rambo was ready to return, and Marwah was trembling expectantly. He wants Rambo more than anything. Marwah raised her arms towards Rambo, bending her back to grab the man. Demanding noiselessly for Rambo to approach, assuaging the desire within him.

Suddenly, Rambo's dark eyes sparkle and he becomes excruciatingly tormented when looking at Marwah, as if Marwah is his breakfast and last meal. Marwah's blood flowed and his heart beat in a rhythm so strong and strong that he could not breathe.

Again and again, Rambo's hand traced Marwah's body, making his wife sting as Rambo's caress grew wild. He took possession of Marwah's sensitive body and his wife squealed, trembling in Rambo's arms as the sensation flooded her body with endless heat currents.

When Marwah thought he was going to die immersed in Rambo's sensational overflow, Rambo launched the final move, the final assault for the morning. And Marwah instantly trembled, as Rambo's spark was within him.

The intensity of the feeling Rambo creates is amazing. As Marwah's body gagged, shining in an earth-shaking explosion, he shouted Rambo's call in an intoxicating tone. 'Mas.' Make Rambo more excited.

They are locked in a rhythm that seems to mimic the rate of each heartbeat. Rambo is everywhere. In the mind of Marwah, in her body and she did not feel enough to take her husband.

"Later in the afternoon, I'm going to meet Rani and Mom to eat together. Prayers may I try to blend in smoothly, Mas. I want to be a part of your life, but I also don't want to be present I'm a boomerang that destroys your family."

With that thought; the words that were singing in her mind all night were finally released this time to her husband. Rambo revives Marwah and hugs her tightly as their bodies explode in a new wave of shock. This time, Marwah felt the joy of Rambo's silent satisfaction as her husband reached the peak of his enjoyment with her.

They were a pair of lost pigeons...