I woke from the dream hungry and empty. My body wanted satisfaction that only happened in my mind...
The room was dark with the moonlight playing tricks on the wall. I remember a sensation on my face and reaching up to find a mask covering my upper profile. My dress whispered against my skin with each slow step I took. It felt glorious, like a new lover's caress. The long white gown I wore barely gave me any cover against the cool moon breeze pouring through the open French doors. The room was as foreign as an expensive, exotic scent. My eyes drank in each wall, drenched in a deep red paint, almost bleeding through the walls.
The room was somewhere I've never been before and didn't think I would ever be. The bed was a huge four-poster with fabric raining down over each side, creating a womb for a sleeping babe. As I peek inside I noticed it was empty and made, with the same desperate red color in sheets and pillows tossed on perfectly.
The door to my back opened slowly and I heard music faintly in the background of laughter and drunken slurs from a party or festival. I turned just as painfully to look at my new visitor. "I knew you would be here," a man's voice penetrated the silence as I gazed upon the owner. His rugged body was in all black, pants and shirt hanging onto the muscles and gleams of his skin and a black mask covering half of his face. I didn't need to see his nose or forehead; it was his mouth that I saw. His cocky smile was all for me as it curled up on his right side, and he shut the door quietly behind him.
As I hear the click of the large cherry wood door shutting us away from the rest of the world, away from the music and the charades, he steps closer to me and hands me a rose. A pure white rose that could have been made from the glorious fabric of my dress, matching sweetly with the silk and perfection. When our fingers met a spark-in warning or excitement- shot through my body. It felt like passion, it felt like pain, and agony and pleasure and desire and everything I've ever wanted. It felt like home.
His grin fanned out and gave me the full impact of his smile. It was wonderful and when my knees went weak, he held me close in his arms making me crave a taste of his candy coated mouth while he pressed his anvil hands to my body. The hunger roared through me, a hunger I never new and never had for this man, but I wanted him with such a desperation that I would contract my first born child to the devil himself for a kiss.
As if hearing my plea and knowing what I liked, he kissed my lips and parted them with his slick tongue, finding my mouth watering at even the mere mention of more. He tasted like he advertised, sweet and rough. The kiss took my body for a storm and made me both scared and excited for what to come.
His fingers stroked over my back, feeling my spine one notch at a time as he leaned me back, holding me up. The kiss was broken and his mouth quickly moved to my neck, as exposed as a fish out of water. The pants and breaths, moans and cries were filling my ears in a dull roar, when I realized that they were coming from my own raw throat. He soothed the savage beast in me with his lips as they turned soft upon my flesh. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling that devilish mouth at me.
With that pearlescent grin filling my mind I didn't notice when he picked my limp body from the ground and walked me to the ruby womb, spreading the drapes and laying me down as you would a sleeping child. My heart was fluttering like a hummingbird's wings, fleeing toward a bright, sweet flower. I couldn't take any more. I reached out to him and grabbed him by the shirtfront. Pulling him toward me, I took that dangerous mouth with mine and claimed it all. My teeth ran delicately over his lips as I felt his body skip a beat. He laid his body full on top of me and pressed me into the plush feather bed, wrapping us both in crimson clouds that neither of us noticed.
