Author's Note: I wrote this a few years ago, after I had a dream. It's more romantic than raw. I hope you like it. As always, please leave comments and/or vote. Thanks!
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I stood still in the darkness, but I knew he could see me. My wine red dress went mostly unseen in the shadows, but my skin glowed in the beams of moonlight. My breath catches in my throat; my heart pounds vigorously against my ribs. I sense him behind me, watching me. A light spring breeze cools my heated skin, and liquid fire jolted through my veins like an electrical current.
After composing my features, I whirled to face him. I was like a raging storm that couldn't be contained much longer. I pretended to be unaffected, but my eyes selfishly drank in the sight of him. The hard set to his jaw and the dark intensity in his eyes told me that he'd finally come for what he wanted. The message I read in his face caused a sliver of fear to spear through my body. My pulse beat like a caged butterfly in my throat. I could no longer act indifferent to him.
He took a step forward with a purposeful feline grace, a tiger courting its prey. He stared into my wide chocolate colored eyes and I was lost. As he moved closer, I stepped back, until the balcony rail was at my back. The golden light from the doorway glowed from behind him and caressed the dark strands of his silky mane. I wanted to run my fingers through it, but I quickly banished the thought from my mind. I could not surrender. If I surrendered, I would never again be able to walk away from him. Time spent with him was too addicting. It had been hard enough to walk away from it all once. I still remembered the flammable passion, the piercing sensations, and the rapturous highs. To give in would mean losing any remaining capability I had to turn away from any amount of affection this shadow prince might offer me.
With a firmer resolve, I raised a hand to ward him away, but he continued to advance with sure steps. His last step brought his chest up against my small palm. The heady masculine scent that always clung to his skin washed over me. I swayed gently. He placed his hands on my shoulders to steady me. His heat seared my bare flesh. Without knowing how it happened, I was suddenly wrapped up in his arms, pressed tight against him. My eyes closed and his stare when to my full lips as they parted softly on a quick breath. Carefully, he rubbed his cheek against my smooth hair. I smelled like casaba melon and plum: Pure Seduction from Victoria's Secret. His grip on me tightened slightly when I stayed in his arms. He knew now that I would no longer fight him. He was relieved to be able to finally hold me without having to fight me.
My will to battle had fled. I couldn't resist him once those strong arms were around me. I was sunk. It felt so very wonderful to be able to simply savor the feel of him, the sight of him, the scent of him. I wanted to experience all the pleasures I had forbidden myself from having. I wanted to be completely lost in him. My hands slid over his shoulders to sift through his hair. At last, I raised my eyes to his. His gaze was searching, looking for something that he apparently found. A smile curved his touchable lips for the first time tonight as he looked into my drugged stare. Tenderly, he took my hand in his and led me down the balcony steps onto soft, dewy grass.
Together, hand in hand, we walked on the winding brick path into the rose garden. Looking into my eyes, he took off his black jacket and spread it carefully on a large stretch of grass. Smiling, I lay gently on top of the jacket, facing him with soft welcome. I reached out for him and he came without hesitation. The two of us were filled with a sense of wonder at how we were both getting what we had craved for so long.
He covered my body with his, matching his hardness to my curves. Ripples of excitement rolled like waves through me. A small moan passed my lips. I noticed his breathing was now ragged like my own. I raised my lips for the first kiss and he happily accommodated me.
His lips were a contradiction: soft and firm at the same time. My hands clutched at his shoulders while he thrust his tongue provocatively into my mouth. He explored my mouth like an expert, drinking in my taste. My tongue met his and we devoured each other. It seemed that no matter how much I got of him, it would never be enough. I felt like I would always crave him, whether we were together or apart.
He broke away panting and stared at my kiss-swollen lips. His eyes burned and I watched him as he knelt above me. I lay back and offered myself to his advances. His hand brushed through my brunette curls. His smile was full of genuine affection. After brushing his lips over mine in a light kiss, he skimmed them over my jaw, my slender neck, and my collar bone. Light gasps of pleasure and rumbling feminine groans issued from my throat.
He kissed and licked his way to the flesh swelling above the top of my dress. He seemed to grow more uninhibited as he heard my moans of ecstasy. The weight of him settled on top of me and I could feel him aroused against my belly. The fire within me burned even hotter; my back arched off the ground to bring my body closer to him. The zipper on the back of my dress was undone with deft fingers. His capable hands slid over the smooth skin of my back, and farther down still. He cupped me in his hands, groaning with pleasure. I felt frantic with the need to feel his bare skin against mine. In my hurry to take his shirt off, the buttons popped and landed somewhere unnoticed. My palms ran over his torso hungrily. I wanted so badly to know every plane of his body.
