As another long day at the dinner comes to an end Cassandra, exhausted from being on her feet all day, heads home to get ready for the nights events.
Although hesitant from work and nights of restless sleep, she told her friends she would meet them at the local club. She lays out her black dress and heads for the shower. The heat feels really good as it runs over her tiered body, relaxing her muscles, drawing her closer to the desire of calling it an evening and just going to bed. But no she has to meet her friends. She did promise after all.
She sits on the end of her bed, knowing she has to get dressed, glances at the clock wishing she had just a few minutes for herself; she lies back on the bed and closes her burning eyes for a moment.
She looks in the mirror one last time to make sure she is ready. Letting out a heavy sigh she grabs her purse and heads out to meet her friends.
Upon arriving Cassandra's friends are no where to be found. Frustrated with this she begins to search for them. Distracted by her search she does not see him standing there until she nearly runs him over. Turning to apologize, she is frozen from the disbelief that it is him standing in front of her, even though they have not yet met. She knows she belongs to him even without knowing him. He has taken her and claimed her many times before, even if he does not know it.
Until now, she was unsure he even existed anywhere but in her mind. She's loved him and known him in every way many times before. Still she knows it is him, perfect in every way just as she has imagined him in her minds eye.
At a loss for words, her mind wanting him to take her in his arms, yet hoping he doesn't notice. This all seems so familiar, though she doesn't even know his name, but she knows she knows him.
It cannot just be a dream!
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She can feel the heat in her loins rising. Her body flushes with passion, her heart beating wildly out of control. She can not look away from him, his eyes holding her captive. A blue like nun she's ever seen before with faint swirls of green and the light within them is like bright stars against a dark night sky. The need to run her fingers through his thick golden hair is almost over powering.
She could hear nothing save the blood thrumming in her ears. Every nerve in her body alive with electricity, the air between them charged and thick with desire. Cassandra knows he feels it as intensely as she. His body tens his gaze locked with hers, her breath catches in her throat. Unable to breath she gently wets her lips with her tong and her lips part as if in invitation to him.
He steps closer to her, so close she can feel his breath on her skin. With out word or warning he pulls her into him, and captures her lips with his. As she feels his arms encircling her she knows she should not allow him to do this, but can not bring herself to stop him.
As his arms close tighter around her she feels herself being lifted slightly up and deeper into his embrace. He deepens his kiss crushing her lips beneath his. As if of a will all there own her arm link together behind his neck.
She can feel him moving but does not concern herself with where he is taking her. She is so consumed with the passion of the moment her mind can not form the thoughts, where or why. Her mind and body knows only that the feel of him against her is so intense and so perfect that she can not bring herself to do or say anything that may ruin this moment.