That feeling in my stomach, those butterflies I felt all the way we were walking here, are now spread all over my body. I’m trembling as he kisses me, and I dig my fingers into his thick dark hair.
The second he took off that mask, I couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky I am that my mate, the man I have been looking for all my life, is so handsome.
Those sly, dark-brown almond-shaped eyes are peering at me as if seeing me from the inside. His sick dark hair, falling slightly into his face, made his look a little unraveled as if he just woke up and went straight to the ball.
Everything about this man expressed his self-confidence: his gaze, as if he always gets what he wants; his outfit, a tuxedo without a tie as if he doesn’t care about the dress code; his gait as if he owns this whole world.
And his smell. That’s another aspect about him I am not able to understand. It’s intoxicating, alluring, bewitching; it consumes me whole without a way to escape.
And the way he kisses and touches me, as if he already owns me, without a doubt knowing that I belong to him.
How can this be? I don’t even know his name. And I already feel like I want to spend the rest of my life with him.
His hand travels from the back of my neck to the back of my head, to the ribbon of my mask. I grab his hand to stop him from taking it off. I promised my brother I wouldn’t do that.
“Please,” he pleads; his voice is hoarse, and his breathing is heavy.
I let his hand go and gave him silent permission to take off my mask.
He does it slowly, unwrapping the ribbon and then gently pulling it away from my face.
I feel naked, as if instead of just taking off my mask, he stripped my whole body to his gaze.
Our gazes meet, and he stares at me, exploring my face.
“I can’t believe you’re this beautiful,” he whispers after a long pause, and I exhale with relief.
What did I expect him to say? Was I worried he might not like how I look?
I have no idea. I feel unusually nervous with him. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I realize that I’ve finally found the one. And I couldn’t even imagine that it would be so pleasurably.
He takes me by the neck and places a kiss on the space between my neck and shoulders. Another kiss goes higher, next to my ear.
“I’m a lucky bastard to find you,” he whispers.
When he enters my mouth with his tongue, squeezing my waist with his palm, I moan in response, pressing my body closer to his and brushing my breasts against his hard chest. And I feel the urge to scissor my legs, the passion I’ve never felt before.
“Fuck,” he groans, pulling away, not letting me go. He presses his forehead to mine. “I’m going crazy. I can smell your arousal, and it makes me uncontrollable.”
“You can…smell my arousal?” I ask, feeling myself blush.
“You have no idea how incredibly good you smell,” he whispers, shaking his head slightly, still holding me by the back of my neck. “May I...taste you?”
I hold my breath. The most handsome man in the world is asking permission to go down on me and give me the only thing I’m dying for right now. Am I able to refuse him?
I nod silently, and he smiles, kissing my lips once again.
I feel his hand travel from my waist to my hip, and then he lifts my dress, putting his hand under my skirt.
When his fingers touch my bare skin, my whole body breaks out in goosebumps, shuddering in his arms.
He pulls away and gets on his knees in front of me. I involuntarily close my legs, afraid of what is going to happen next.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says softly, looking directly into my eyes.
I know, I want to say but keep silent.
“I will never hurt you,” he insists, raising my skirt higher and exposing my legs. “I need this. Please let me.”