D'AUREVILLÉ'S INFATUATION- GIRLXGIRL

CHAPTER THREE- MON CHÉRI

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STORMI CARTER

A myriad of emotions washed over me as I struggled to grasp exactly how I felt in this very moment. My small and frail hand quivered pathetically in her vice grip and my tongue suddenly felt immensely dry and heavy in my mouth. The longer her intimidating eyes bore deeply into my soul, the more I seemed to feel as if I were falling into an eerie, unknown void. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was descending into some sort of darkness, yet it was blissful. I was confusing myself.

As I remained at a loss for words, the woman peered down at me expectantly for a response, amber eyes practically glowing with an emotion that I couldn't pinpoint. I immediately felt embarrassed as I felt the heat pooling between my thighs, intensifying with each passing second. For a moment I went still in horror, mortified by how my body was reacting to her overwhelming presence.

"I-" I swallowed, slowly gathering the courage to speak up again when I felt ready. It was then, that time resumed. "I'm sorry, I- I don't think I understand." I mentally cursed myself as I spoke without properly taking the time to think about what I wanted to say beforehand. My cheeks grew hot in embarrassment as I watched her orbs slowly turn back to their original captivating shade. Like glittering gold in the sun. They were just so transparent, so bright, yet full of other emotions that I could not make out.

Truthfully speaking, she was not an open book. That was the only thing made clear upon first glance. She is closed off, heavily guarded, yet vigilant of everything going on around her. It was all in her gaze. I was under the impression that she most definitely did not belong in an environment like this. If my gut feeling is accurate in any way, it seems as if she has no interest in being here at all.

I bit my lip and let go of a breath I had been holding in ever since I first glanced upon her godlike features as she released my hand, but slowly, almost reluctantly. Holy shit. I internally winced. Is it possible to feel suffocated by someone without physical contact? I questioned myself, still unable to move a single inch from where I was standing.

The soft hum she released at my long awaited response caused my chest to beat rapidly with fervor, only managing to worsen my flustered state. I was beginning to grow frustrated with myself. I wasn't sure if she could tell or not, but I still was embarrassed beyond words. I've never felt so discomposed because of someone before. If I had in the past, I did a good job of hiding it. Now it seems like I've lost the ability to keep myself together. I feel so vulnerable, and it's something that I'm not used to.

"No matter." Her raspy yet sultry voice resonated within me, causing the atmosphere around me with something I could only describe as an intense, sweet and intoxicating aroma. I felt the sudden desire to take my dress off, as it had grown hot. Petrifaction soured throughout my entire being as I felt my own arousal swelling between my thighs almost painfully, and my juices slowly coated the thin material of my underwear. Blushing, I locked my knees together. "Do not be so fretful, mon chéri. You should be enjoying yourself on this special occasion."

My fingers painfully pressed into one another in attempts to calm myself down. I had almost lost my footing at the sound of her voice, and I am starting to get angry with myself. Since when did I become so, weird? Is this woman producing pheromones or something? I wanted to believe the second option more, rather than come to the conclusion that I am lusting over a total stranger. I have admired many people in my lifetime, but I've never straight up lost control of myself while interacting with someone because of how attractive they are. I am losing my mind.

"I am, I-" I cut myself off, thinking carefully about what I wanted to say. Something in the back of my mind told me that it is only wise that I choose my words carefully with her. I couldn't exactly figure out why I felt obligated to think through each of my responses delicately. "I'm just a little stunned, that's all." I told her truthfully. "I-I didn't expect someone like y-you to be here."