Euphoria

Him and I

Briar Rose

His fingers are skimming me oh so softly.

Teasing me. I am looking at the gold ceiling with blurry eyes. I can't quite figure it out.

He feels like a feather.

So soft.

He is grinning at me under him, silently begging him to end my misery.

He laughs and then he gets up and leaves.

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"Briar"

I gasp in shock as I wake up in a sweat.

Taurus is looking at me pitifully.

"The king has confined himself to his rooms because of this."

I nod solemnly.

Due to my escape attempt a while ago, the wedding date has changed, and fallen right on the day of the lunar eclipse. Unfortunately, this means Dorian is going through heat. I did not quite understand what had happened until a week ago.

I hear a knock on my bedroom door.

"Come in."

A moment passes and the mahogany door swings open. Dorian comes in looking incredibly pale and almost sickly.

I am sitting in my bed reading and set aside the novel.

He walks in and stalks to me his eye unwavering. I gasp when I see they are red.

"D-Dorian are you okay."

He smirks.

"Briar." He says my name with a baritone that reverberates through my body.

I back up onto my bed and my hands fist the sheets.

He walks to me and crawls into my bed over me.

He is looking at my lips.

I feel his hand slide under my back and his finger is pinching my spine. My body immediately bends for him.

He closes his mouth over mine and I have no time to react. His mouth is sliding over mine and opening it completely to him. His body crumples over mine.

My neck is tilted in his hold as he molds me to his form. He's groaning and I'm completely at his will. He can't seem to stop himself.

He's breathing manic and I feel his hand slide my dress skirt up.

He drops me on the bed for a second and undoes his belt buckle the sound making me clench the sheets. I see black undergarments underneath and his arousal is extremely evident. I had never seen him so desperate, so out of control.

He immediately pushes me up into his arms to sit me on his lap not even bothering to take off his pants.

He sits me on his lap and bunches his hand around my skirt frantically lifting it up. The entire time my mouth is parted and my eyes half-lidded. I am unable to do anything but desire him. He is doing everything with immense speed and the franticness of a crazy person.

Immediately his hands are at my hips and he's pushing me onto his length back and forth. Our undergarments are the only thing separating us from that line. My head is thrown back and my eyes are rolling.

"Dorian" I call out his name with such an urgency and weakness. He is simply staring into my eyes like he's not all quiet there.

He is shoving me against his body harder and harder. He lays me against the bed and holds my ankles dragging my body to his position kneeling. He grasps my thighs and begins slamming upon my body. I can't speak. I can only moan over and over again in pleasure.