They met at a masquerade ball.
Everyone dressed in their finest attire. Their true selves hidden from recognition. The guests all danced and swayed as the music reverberated through the castle. His cattle. His castle. Then he saw her.
He spotted her from across the multitude of bodies engulfed in dancing and comradary. She was the only guest who had chosen not to don a mask. How interesting. How intriguing.
Her skin was the color of pale gold. Tan and sunkissed. Her lips were pouty, full and pink. Her eyes were a mixture of emerald green and honey. Her hair was a long thick mass of bronze curls. She was a magnificent creation. Her body was luscious and curved. She wore a black diamond necklace dipped between her deliciously full breast. Her dress was unlike any of the other ladies in attendance. She has chosen a bright red color that flattered her complexion. Most of the ladies wore brown, white or grey. She was a red flower amongst the weeds. Beautiful.
She was free and happy, uninhibited even. so strong yet so naive and young. An innocent perhaps
. The sound of her laughter consumed his ears and he became aroused. Someone so beautiful and so free and so courageous and self assured.
He wanted to possess her.
To own her. To revel in her beauty and lose himself in her body with powerful and painful thrust after thrust until she was screaming in pleasure and agony, gripping his back roughly with her nails causing blood to come from the scratches. His climax would flow into her womb and make her a part of him forever. He had to have her. It was decided. Damien thought as he adjusted his stance to appease his throbbing erection.
Rose was having such a wonderful time Laughing and dancing with her friends. When all of a sudden she felt a chill go down her spine. She whirled around but saw nothing conspicuous. She did see a man whose sole attention seemed to be on her. She looked around awkwardly. Surely he was looking at someone else. But his eyes never left hers. He was starring at her
He was the color of the soil of the earth dark, tall and corded with muscle. She could see his athletic physique even though he wore a perfectly tailored suit. He wore a mask which oddly annoyed her even considering it was a masquerade ball. His eyes were like deep pits of coal with a hint of almond brown. She felt connected to him. Why though?
She couldn't ignore the tug of her heart or the butterflies he awakened in her stomach. Who is this man.
