Strawberry Spell

Chapter 9

Emmar's P.O.V

Our wedding night

Have you ever seen a beautiful night when the full moon is glooming creating an illusion of a dreamy fairyland unbelievable scenic view, those tiny moon beams hitting the floor?
Revealing it's full glory as a reflection on the clear blue lake water, which looked sliver under this moon light. Star lit the skies like snow-flakes in the night. The entire room was filled with shine. I was witnessing one of the most beautiful moments of life as she moved towards those French doors opening them, I could see her hair cascading gently onto her shoulders.

Cool breeze entering the room where Sanem was standing next to the glass door inhaling the fresh air. Wind blew her hair away from her ears as if whispering something, which I couldn't into those delicate ears. Who would have thought to witness this breathtaking view from here? I saw her stepping away from this view.

She then moved towards the mirror as if examining herself. She gazed at the reflection trying to recognize this woman standing, who might look familiar yet she was different. She muttered something slowly that I couldn't hear. It felt like in that moment if someone would have asked me forty-two hours ago when we were standing on the that freshly dewed grass that this girl who felt like home to me would literally make it real I would have said to myself to 'wake up! That's quite a dream.'

Still buried in my thoughts I heard her pleading to the goddess of moral support to be extra kind to her as her white dress was not fulfilling her demands and this stubborn zipper wasn't unzipping. As she was praying out loud. Asking her prayers to be granted.
I couldn't hold myself longer so I  cleared my throat in order to get her attention then continued "May I?" I said in a low voice. I couldn't see, she shifted her weight a little as our eyes met in the silver full size mirror standing in front of us. She tried her best to find all the courage she could to voice her opinion but something stopped her. So, instead of using the sound of her voice she guided me by  nodding shyly. I started motioning towards her. I could feel the temperature of this super chilled room turning warm all of a sudden. I could feel her presence right in front of me. A slight smile making it's way onto my lips reaching my eyes. 'Dammit, Emmar! Relax you are enjoying this situation too much aren't you?' My brain voiced it's opinion. I completely ignored it I knew this will be dangerous but I was for the first time going with the flow taking a risk by letting my heart taking over my mind. As I took hold of the zip, my heart skipped a beat. I started as gently as possible unzipping her gown, slightly trailing my fingers down her spine. I could see the desire, which was burning inside my whole being for her. I could feel she had the same sensation as me.

I wanted to get close to my angel and tell her what I could do now, but refrained from saying. My brain told me you are in this for bad. But my heart encourages so I got close to her ear then whispered "I have never witnessed innocence and purity the way I did today. You are perfection, angel."

And then I left her alone.
Once out of the room I started breathing faster trying to calm myself. She had an effect on me. I was surely feeling intense emotions for her. 'May be it's lust?' I questioned myself
'She is beautiful, sexy, kind, loving and everything. Are you an angel fucker?' I asked myself in disbelief. I can't hurt an angel. I have to get a grip.
As I came back in the room to change. I saw her calmly sleeping in her Victoria's Secret's pink pajama set with donuts drawn all over it. I couldn't help but found that amusing. She is something.