Our lips crashed against each other as they erupted into a dance.
My trembling hands pulled out my hair pin, freeing the strands. My hair fell down my shoulders; Francis’ eyes traveled down its lengths.
I forced air into my lungs, despite my body’s protests, as my hands clung onto Francis’ wrists. “Please don’t pull on my hair,” I whispered, searching for his gaze. Searching for anything that would give away his malicious intent—I found nothing, though it only soothed my anxiety slightly.
“I remember.” Francis’ lips pressed against my chin. “May I touch it?” he whispered.
“Yes.” I forced my mind into silence as I freed him from my prison.
Carefully, his hand reached for my strands, putting them behind my ear.
“So soft,” he murmured, his lips stretched into a lazy smile.
He pressed a kiss against the corner of my lips as his hand moved further, settling on my collar bone.
Fear rushed through my body, squeezing my heart into its claws; yet before I could let it win, Francis' lips pressed against my own anew, forcing them entrance.
The low sound of satisfaction escaped my mouth as Francis toyed with my lip. His teeth brushed against my skin; I silently begged him to proceed. Yet he did not.
His lips traveled down, leaving a trace along my jaw. “Would you like to continue?" Francis’ hands dropped to my lower back.
When I nodded in reply he effortlessly picked me up, carrying me towards the bed.
Silky sheets caressed my skin as Francis laid me on the bed. I closed my eyes as his lips caressed my neck.
Anticipation burned me alive.
His teeth brushed over my skin; a whine erupted through me at his every touch.
His dark chuckle reached my ears.
He was teasing me.
“Francis,” I groaned; my hands pulling on his hair.
“Yes, my love?” His eyes met me; his mouth outright abandoned my neck. “Is there something you would like me to do?” Francis crooked his eyebrow, smiling, as though completely oblivious to my needs.
“Francis.” I glared at him, fighting my own smile.
“What is it, Cordelia? Tell me.” His voice dropped a few octaves as his lips caressed the lobe of my ear. “Just say the words.”
A moan escaped me instead. I pulled on the ribbons of my dress, exposing my chest.
Goosebumps traveled down my flesh when his fingers pulled the dress off me, leaving me with nothing but bare skin.
I cared not for my exposure, yet when his eyes traveled down my flesh, my stomach fluttered, my breathing hitched.
A satisfied groan pushed past his lips when they made their way down to my chest, deliberately avoiding its centers.
“Is that what you want, my love?” Francis murmured in between his taunting kisses.
I shook my head, then nodded, then shook my head again. My mind drowned in his touch.
“Ah!” I cried when his lips finally found their place in the middle of my breast.
Francis chuckled, pleased with his work.
“Please, Francis.” I pulled on his hair, bringing his lips to my neck.
