The Kidnapped Love

Chapter 1

     Standing there on the balcony, feeling the fresh wind breath throughout my hair, made me realize how beautiful life was for me. The perfect sunrise beamed upon his glowing body. The structure of his back muscles and his perfectly round biceps as he gripped the covers made me drift off into my own little world. Heaven, he's more perfect than. I turned towards him fully and began my way back to the bed. I crawled under the white, soft sheets and wrapped my arms around his chest. He changed position so he would be facing me. He held me around my shoulders and gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead. His warmth projected to my body, as I became closer and closer to him. That very moment is when I felt my heart beat for him. I knew for a fact that God made us for one another.

     He opened his brown, breathtaking eyes, and gave me a slight smile. I gave him a quick peck on his lips and whispered in his ear, "I'm yours forever, take me if you will, love me if you do, and kiss me now I ask of you." I looked deeply into his eyes as I said this and smiled. He returned with a response of a long, fulfilling kiss. It felt as if all the warmth given off by the sun rushed through my body. I began to tingle from my head to the tip of my toes. I became very close to him, as if we were one. I pressed my lips against his and he pulled me even closer against his warm, hard chest. My hands found their way up to his face, cupping his cheeks. The key was thrown away as our lips locked together. His teeth sunk into my lower lip and my heart began to beat faster. My hands moved to the back of his head. Still continuing to kiss, his hands moved slowly down my back. I wanted him. I needed more of him. The taste of our lips, the touch of our bodies pressed together so very close, I begged for more. Our kiss continued even longer. It became more passionate, faster. I let out a slight sigh from being pleasured by his magical hands moving up and down my helpless body. I couldn't control my constantly increasing passion and lust for this man, this man that is now mine, this man that is now my husband. As his hands trickled down my body, I began to be driven crazy. I loved the softness of his hands and was pleased at how gentle he was. His hands worked their way back up my body, starting at my shoulders and slowly working their way down my chest. They continued even further moving slowly over my breasts and down my stomach. I moved my hands down his back and held him tightly. He worked his way around my hips and up my back cautiously observing the ridge down my back. His hands moved down even more. I could feel the sweat building up on his palm from the nervousness of imperfection. But that was not the case. He grabbed my sweet thighs and opened them while moving in-between as well. I kept my legs wrapped around him as he rolled over on top of me. Sweet love was in the air.     

     We stopped at the sound of a knock on our hotel room door. I wanted so badly to continue but the knocker would not discontinue his knocking. “Damn it,” I said under my breath as I got up to answer the door. When I opened the door, a man with beautiful green eyes and short blonde hair was waiting for me. “Mad’ am,” he said with a slight smile, “would you be so kind to sign and date on this receipt?” I signed and unexpectedly, I felt a small sting on my finger. A little bit of blood started to slowly flow out of the tip of my left index. The blood flow began to become more rapid and leak faster out of my finger and on to the ground. “Now how could this happen,” I said to myself. I disregarded the question because as I’ve been told, I can be a real clumsy person. The man at the door asked politely if he could help with anything. “A warm washcloth and band-aid would be very helpful,” I said. My husband got up and decided to accompany the man. I went to go sit down on the chair next to the bed. Before I could even sit down, the man and my husband came running to me with washcloths and band-aids. “Goodness gracious, I’m not that injured.    

I cleaned myself up and gave the washcloths to the man. He walked out the door and finally my new husband and I were alone. Of course these precious moments wouldn’t last forever, and I knew it. Something was bound to happen. I ignored the thought and began to rapidly lock my lips with his as he knelt over me on the chair. He pushed into me and wrapped his arms around my back. Ever so gently, he lifted me up and pressed me against the wall closest to the chair. A medium-sized picture of the Eiffel Tower was hanging up above us. From him pinning me to the wall so hardly, the medium-sized picture fell. He let out a smirk of laughter.

“We’re going to have to pay for that, you know.” I said in-between our kisses. He smiled and began to kiss me once again. I wrapped my legs around his hips and he lifted me up against the wall by grabbing my soft thighs. I put my arms around his neck, as we still continued to kiss our way to the bed once again. He gently put me on the edge of the bed and slowly started to lift my shirt up. He instantly stopped for a few seconds and looked deep into my eyes and told me, “I love you with all my heart, Mrs. Park.” I kissed his forehead as he kissed my chest and thought constantly about how lucky of a woman I was. He moved his hands more up my thighs to my lower back and twirled his finger in a circle around my love handles. I smiled because not only was it sweet and intimate but also I felt loved as I usually do every second I’m with him.