[ON HOLD] 06/15/2023
⋆⭒✩✧"One night, maybe we'll fall in love" ✧✩⭒⋆
A young woman no more than 18 years old by the name of Analisse Beaumont travels to attend a summer music academy in a quaint Swiss village. She finds herself lost during her journ...
(This is a really beautiful song to listen to with this chapter)
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The young woman, from whence came all that which was pure, flowing into the dark water which was he – soiled and tarnished in forms most unspeakable – should bring clarity to his unease.
She must be kept secret, for she is his
Benevolent Goddess of Love.
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Jeong Minjun looked unto her sleeping form. With her right arm slightly outstretched over the side of the wooden framed bed, her body was like that of the figure of a Greek woman; a muse to the artistry of the classics.
Like the gentle roll of an ocean wave on a mild summer day in the tropics, her body in-captured this. The silhouette of her slight yet prominent hips peaked from beneath the white bed sheet covers as she laid on her side away from him, facing the window.
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The long length of her thick yet whispy dark lashes curled beautifully in an almost playful way, but to him, they created a most alluring and sensual appeal to her innocent air. Never had he before seen a woman appear so peaceful in her sleep.
So fragile was this beautiful, young creature, yet he could see behind her gently closed eyelids a deep loneliness. A sadness which he felt reflected one like his own, which oddly drew his heart nearer to this young girl.
Her lips, round and plump, with a natural rosy tint, lined by a beautiful, soft, chocolate color, were slightly parted in her sleep. They resembled two dark, rose petals. How it agonized him to watch those lips of her's.
Exquisite, he thought to himself, never having seen lips like that of her's before.
He fought strenuously, resisting the temptation to place a soft kiss against her lips. Impatient was he, but his little sense of moral value withheld him.
Her loose, child-like nightgown, did not subside his inclining want to draw near towards this womanly figure. Having partially slipped from her right shoulder, the sleeve of her gown fell slightly, gently exposing part of her chest.
Dangling along her distinguished collar bone laid a simple gold chain with a cross, that fell just into the young woman's deep cleavage; sweetly glimmering in the moon light which highlighted the woman's dewey, smooth brown skin.
He began to feel his mouth salivate, his physical being aroused at just the thought of putting his lips against her deep-caramel tinted skin. To taste her sweetness as it flowed from her love, as she begged for more, gasping whilst whispering his name between soft mewls and whimpers.
Approaching her with careful steps, fearful of waking her from her deep slumber, he watched her for what felt like minutes, not even bothering to sit in the chair beside the bed.
In a hypnotic daze, Min had fallen into the grasps of deep unrest; that of a burning desire for this young, naïve girl, inexperienced in perhaps almost every aspect of the world of men and women; of relationships and of love.
But knowing this, brought him a sort of peace, a comfort amongst his many racing, brooding thoughts of the waking day.
Before him, in his eyes, laid the figure of an angelic Goddess; one that of nature, of all that was gentle. Of all that was good and wholesome. Of pure innocence.
But how could he, an ungodly creature, less than man, even dare to imagine touching this young being of God's purest creations? To corrupt not only her mind, but taint her body... her soul. Placing a dark mark against the light of her soul by his hand of sin, dripping in the blood of his past victims.
Looking at the bruising and slight abrasion of the skin near her temple and the side of her face, he felt an unspeakable pain coarse through his chest. Without even realizing, a single tear had fallen onto his cheek. Wiping his cheek, he stared aimlessly at the palm of his hand.
He noticed a strand of her long, curly hair had strayed onto her face. She wriggled her nose as her hair tickled her face. Hesitantly, he leaned forward, hovering over her as he quickly brushed the strand from her face.
Yet, now so near to her, he indulged in her sweet, aromatic vanilla scent. Realizing what he was doing, he shook his head taking in a sharp breath. Standing up, he stepped away to the side of the bed.
He knew he couldn't stay longer there. The internal struggle to resist temptation was becoming ever so challenging.
He smiled to himself as he peered once more unto the sleeping Analisse, before he left briskly, with silent-like steps, fully closing the door.
A/N: Thank you for reading this new chapter of La Nuit.
