Made of Steel

17. Confused

Cassandra Reid

The heat embraces my skin while a slight tingling settles in a place unknown for me.

The rapid beating of my heart echoes in my ears and unconsciously, I open my mouth wider.

He takes the opportunity to explore me with a ravenous hunger while I fight against suffocation. I think I've stopped breathing.

I have kissed other men before, but I have never experienced anything like this.

His hand, cold as an ice floe, moves across my flushed skin and down to my lower back. His kisses move to my collarbone, giving me a chance to catch my breath. Then his fingers slip under the fabric and an indescribable sensation floods my senses.

I am not aware of my own body's responses. It has come to life for itself.

Suddenly I find myself lying on an armchair with her hands caressing me everywhere.

Sleeves of the dress slide off my shoulders, leaving me bare from the waist up.

My lips are once again prisoners of his as my nerve endings vibrate under his touch.

I don't know where I'm going or what awaits me beyond ecstasy, but I want to get there, I need to.

The knot between my legs grows tighter, the tension taking over my muscles as his fingers touch me there, in the place no one has ever touched. I jump, trying to protest, but he silences me with his mouth without giving me a break.

That dream where he rescues me from depths of the ocean plays in my mind as if it were a movie. I remember sensations, desire, expectation... However, nothing compares to what I am feeling now, especially since it is not a fiction created by my unconscious, it is real. His touch, his kiss, the ring on my finger... it's happening, it's real.

I'm on fire, about to explode like fireworks and then...

"Mr. Di Lauro". The sound of the door interrupts our movements. "Sir, are you there?"

"What's wrong Vivi?". He pulls away with noticeable annoyance without breaking eye contact.

" Party is about to end and your mother is asking for you."

"I'm busy", he replies to my surprise. "Tell her to see guests off for me."

"Adriano Di Lauro". I hear him curse when he hears Mrs. Alexa's voice, "get out of there before I come in for you."

"Damn!", he mutters under his breath as he picks up the shirt from the floor to get dressed.

'When did I take it off?'

'What the hell have I done?'

'I'm naked!'

Suddenly, I react and jump up to get dressed at the speed of light.

"You have started your wedding night very early". Heat gathers in my cheeks at Alexa's comment. "Do not delay."

"Wait, I'll help you", my husband offers when he sees me stuck in my dress's zipper. His hands are on my back again and I shake like a leaf until I feel the weakness in my legs.

"I need to go to the powder room". I barely recognize my voice, since he has turned into a small, scared kitten whisper.

"Behind that door there is a bathroom", he points to the left of his desk.

Without saying a word, I head towards the place. I need a cold shower to wake me up completely, however, due to lack of time, I settle for splashing water on my face. It's lucky that makeup is water proof. Although I can't say the same thing about hairstyle. My hair is a mess.