“Wow,” she says, pushing herself out of the trance. Her heels clack on the polished floor as she inches further, but I stay in place, studying her reflection in every single mirror.
I doubt I could ever forget this dreamlike moment, but I still snap a picture of her just in time for her to tip her head back and palm her heart.
“I love you,” she whispers, emotions clear in her tone.
It’s like these mirrors transport sound, hitting me like a bolt of lightning right in the chest. Her words reverberate through me, making me weak in the knees.
I am not even aware if I snap another picture or not. The phone slips from my hand, clanking on the floor––boneless, just like how she makes me feel. I don’t bother retrieving it as I rush to her, urgency driving me.
I lift her up by her waist, kissing her breathless.
“Tell me again,” I urge her, desperate to feed my famished heart.
“I love you. Timelessly. Endlessly.” She smiles, caressing the side of my face.
Her eyes sparkle more than any emerald, brightening my entire being.
Our eyes lock, and I place my forehead against hers. “I’m madly in love with you. You’re the beginning of my life, the end of my misery, malishka.”
She cries softly. I guess it’s the happy ones. I know that because she said there’s a difference between sad and happy tears.
I would prefer she didn’t cry at all, but I’d always choose the happy ones.
I can’t take my eyes off her, burning up for her.
Tonight I am testing her limits like never before.
Tonight, I’ll chase her and fuck her like a savage.
Tonight, I am taking the last virgin hole.
If I am a king, then I am the king of beasts.
I can be patient for a few more hours. It will be worth it.
We can do whatever she wants for the rest of the day. Later, her ass is mine. Quite literal. She’s mine to chase, own, fuck, and consume.
“I love you. Never forget it,” I say and kiss her.
“How could I?” she sighs dreamily.
“Good, because whatever happens. Regardless of how I take and fuck you. I want you to remember I worship you. I live to please you.”
25
DAHLIA
I’ve been waiting with bated breath for tonight. The thought of him chasing me and taking me, supposedly against my will, has played out in my head repeatedly––a salacious scenario that has me in a permanent state of wantonness.
One moment he was next to me as we strolled through the gardens, the next he was gone. For someone as built as he is, he can be so silent––a lethal predator.
He’s watching me. I can sense him in my heartbeat picking up, dizzying me. Every breath I expel is a stuttered sound of apprehension mixed with desire.
The pale moon casts a dim light around me. Not knowing where he is adds to the anxiety catching in my throat. Nerves prickle at my senses, making me attuned to my surroundings. It’s exhilarating yet terrifying at the same time.
I never thought that this would be one of my sexual fantasies, but like he said, it’s about control. I can’t rewrite what happened, but I can end the story to my liking.
I trust him completely, implicitly. This all-consuming man owns my entire heart and orchestrates my pleasure. I am his. Entirely his. A fact. The ultimate truth.
