Beauty
I took small steps into the ball room, my summer dress tight against my legs, resting just above my knees. The room was magnificent. Grand and large, decorated with such intricate finishes, it was easy to get lost merely looking around. I walked to the middle of the room, stood under the crystal chandelier and spun around, smiling, feeling care free and light. When I stopped, feeling slightly dizzy, I noticed him standing on the grand staircase, watching me, a slight grin gracing his face. The sight of him did nothing to ease my feeling of dizziness. He was more handsome than I could ever describe. He possessed this towering, dominant stance as he looked down at me. His eyes were deep and dark. My eyes moved from his face down his arms, watching his grip on the banister. I longed to feel that grip on my body, to feel his warmth pressed against me.
I was memorized by him as he strode towards me. Holding out his hand to me, he offered to dance. I was so wrapped up in the beauty of the room, in his magnificence, I hadn't even noticed the music playing in the background. He quickly grabbed my hand in his, letting his other hand make its way to my waist. The way his hand just nestled into my curves, it felt like it belonged there, as if it has be molded to fit onto me all along. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, committing this sensation to memory. As I opened my eyes again, we began dancing, slowly at first, but picking up pace. He was light on his feet, which was unexpected. He led me around the grand ball room without me even knowing what was happening. The entire time I kept my body close to his, wanting to feel him against me, wanting to be close to him. My eyes stayed locked on his. The darkness I had grown to love was there, but there was something else, something illuminating his eyes that I had never seen before. So intrigued, I could not break from his stare. I felt as though we were having a deep conversation without ever exchanging a single word. As we continued to move across the ball room, his grip on me tightened, I could feel each of his fingertips digging into my side, yet it felt delicate, tender even. Even with its tenderness, the action alone ignited a fire deep in my core. I longed for him in a way I would likely never be able to share with him.
With my eyes still lost in his, I let out a deep breath, my mouth begging for his. And then, like something out of a movie, I felt his lips graze mine. His hand released mine, and grabbed my other side so that both of his hands were now digging deep into my skin, heating my core. His tongue entered my mouth, causing such desire in me that I felt weak in my knees. His kiss was soft and almost loving, yet I still felt the hunger beneath, yet different than before.
Beast