"And why is that?" I asked, seeming clueless, he dropped to his knees before me and gently undid the ropes of my nightgown. "I doubt you wanted to make me breakfast that bad."
"Perhaps I had an appetite for something else." He added hooking my leg over his shoulder to give him better access.
He kissed his way down my belly and butterflies swarmed the very pit of my stomach as he swiped his tongue over bareness of me I grinned as he continued his gentle assault. He spread my legs wider and I nearly dropped my mug but he reaches up just in time to place it on the nearby counter, his tongue is slow and continues in a way that makes me cling onto him for dear life. He went faster and I grew more desperate at every brush of his cruel mouth.
He was kissing me in a way so torturous it made me lean back and he used his other hand to support the arch of my back. I was gripping his shoulder and my nails were definitely making their mark which earned me a low moan from him and when I pulled his hair he bit his lip looking up at me which nearly sent me over the edge.
"You're so beautiful." He murmured against me and I felt like it,
My hips strained to meet him and he chuckled before sliding his tongue into me and giving me the contact I craved.
"No, you are." I sighed, my voice merely a small plea, “Please.”
“You needn’t ever beg me, darling, I will always give you what you want.” He assured me.
"I could get used to waking up like this every day." I sighed and he lifted me up into his arms and wasted no time lowering me onto the kitchen counter.
Oh well, Victoria did say I could give her a call anytime.
River and I were on his balcony painting as practice for our art project, this particular assignment was coming to me extremely easily. It was something I'd dealt with my entire life, being stuck in between who I was and who I thought the world wanted me to be.
"What's your zodiac sign?" I asked River and he looked up at me sceptically, "Come on just tell me!"
"My birthday is on August sixteenth, I'm a Leo." He told me and I couldn’t help but laugh,
"That explains that ego," I commented and he rolled his eyes, just then my phone began to ring again.
"Perhaps you should just answer her?" River contemplated and I groaned, he was right. I hated when he was right.
"Fine, pray for me." I agreed, picking up my phone and he pulled out his cross and kissed it for me.
"Yes, mama?" I said impatiently and she was almost
hysterical on the other end of the line,
"I've been trying to get a hold of you since yesterday!" Mama cried and my heart beat even faster, no, please no.
I looked up at the night sky and I hoped that if there really was a God that he would spare me just this once, anyone else but her.
"What is it, mama?" I asked as tears began to fill my eyes and River's expression shifted to concern.
"It's your bibi..." she said and I dropped my phone and it fell to the floor with a crack as my heart broke.
Ten years ago
The fire crackled on the bonfire as I sat in between the legs of my bibi as she knitted braids in my hair to help me combat the summer heat. The cool air brushed against my legs as the grass tickled beneath me. I wanted more than anything to be able to play with the rest of my cousins but mama had insisted I let bibi finish with my hair first. I read to her out loud the story of Cinderella and the glass slipper.
"I wish to be Cinderella so I can go to a ball and dance with a prince," I told her and she chuckled,
"A prince?" She laughed, "What do you know of princes?"
"I know that a prince lives in a big castle," I replied but she seemed unsatisfied,
"And is that all you know of a prince, how will you know if he is good?" She asked, the midday sun beginning to blind me,
"If he has a shiny crown," I admitted,
"Any man can have a crown of gold but it takes a very special man to be a good prince. You will know you have found your prince when he loves you for you." Bibi foretold,
