Delicate

5

In a blink, suddenly he wasn't there.

My eyes roamed around the room to find a glimpse of him but I couldn't. I grabbed a glass of champagne and stumbled my way out of the convocation room to the washroom upstairs. Of course, I knew what this mansion has. I have visited here multiple times for such events. I chugged the whole glass of champagne in one sip. I opened the tap to wash my face and I felt my cheeks burn because of the amount I had drank. 

The tap dripping is an outburst of sound stabbing the silence in the atmosphere creating a
mind-driving insane sound.
The overwhelmingly varicolored pattern of the squarish and organized bathroom adds fuel to my tranquility trough. Nothingness lingers in the air. My nose is comforted by the soothing scent of literally nothing for each scent nullifies the next. The temperature drops significantly, my hands tremble as I splash water on my face. I felt relaxed even though I was not. My mind went back and forth thinking of Liam. Why'd he do all that with me? Why'd he take care of me like that? Where was he now?

Liam's POV: 

As soon as the ball dance ended, I left the piano as it was and rushed upstairs to my room. I had to call Mr. Suleyman. He was our new business partner we were to be shaking hands with. I needed to set the deal. As I ran up the stairs, I saw Ana drinking some drink forcefully in one sip closing her eyes to take in all of it. I thought of coming back to her after the call. 

I made the call and the deal was done. I sat on the edge of my bed and my mind went back to Ana. I looked at the white sheets over the bed. She was here. Under me. Moaning and screaming. Losing her mind to me. I smiled to myself remembering the moment. 

No other woman had such a strong effect on me to make me think of them twice. It's not like I have not fucked before. But that was for the sole purpose of making myself relaxed from stress when I was in France. Away from my family. But this woman has drawn my attention. At first, I wanted to fuck her no matter what. I didn't care if she was our secretary, throwing a bag of money would make anyone fucking shut their little mouth. But as I got to know Lucas didn't fuck with her, it ignited a desire in me to approach her and see what reactions I bring to her. She's not just another woman. She has something which makes me hard. Fucking hard. Even if I see her in work attire. How could I have possibly kept my hands myself when she wore that dress showing her nipples? Hell, no fucking way. 

She had a sculpted figure. Her body was in a ratio of pulling men to fuck her. It surprises me how no one ever got their hands on her. It was indeed a pleasure to eat her out. To worship her. The way her flowing, moon shadow-black hair created a beautiful mess as she arched her back. Her enticing brown eyes gazed at me over her puffy, heart-shaped lips. Her lips tasted strawberry sweet when I kissed her. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes to watch me eating her out. The way she clenched her eyes shut as pleasure overflowed her body. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through my ebony black hair when I kissed her sucking her sweet tongue. She tasted like sin. She was too innocent to be in that sinful body of hers. 
She whispered to me in a dulcet voice as sweet as any songbird. Her voguish clothes still kept captive an aroma redolent of the sweet fragrance of her sweat and body as she came into my mouth. It lingered in the room long after she had gone.
Thinking of her itself makes me rock hard. 

Oh fuck! I don't want to fuck her once. I want to fucking rip her soul apart in thousand different ways. 

Somehow, it wasn't merely lusting. I knew she must be having much confusion regarding my actions. I would answer each one of her ambiguities. 

I put my thoughts aside and went out as the event was about to end. I was coming down the stairs and saw something that boiled my blood. I clenched my fists and fastened my steps. 

I saw Ana sipping wine which fell on her dress making her wet and her boobs were fucking visible. Clearly. I went to her. My jaw clenched in anger. I felt the anger rush in my veins. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Hmm?", God she was drunk. Her light-weight body fell on mine as her eyes closed smiling.
At least, she was happy drunk. Her hands lost control and the glass she was holding fell. It broke into pieces drawing everyone's attention to us. I immediately picked her up on my shoulders and went up the stairs. She was giggling and blabbing something which I didn't pay attention to.

I place her little sculpted body on my bed. I walk leisurely to the door to lock it. I texted Lucas that I'll take care of her. I smirked to myself as a string of erotic thoughts crossed my mind about her. She was drunk, locked up in my room. I could have done so many unholy deeds to her tonight. My cock twitched at this thought. 

I saw her sleeping. She's so beautiful. Her chest lifted up and down due to the calmness in her sleep. Her eyes relaxingly closed as small amounts of air passed through her nose. Her straight black hair gracefully drew straight crisscross lines along the sheets. Her dress was wet on the upper half. The wet sheer part makes wet patterns where it touches her skin. 

I went to the bathroom and brought a bathrobe so I could change her. It's not like I haven't seen her naked. Her body picture was still fresh in my mind. I pulled her dress and it came off. I somehow managed her to wear the bathrobe while she was asleep. Good thing, I didn't wake her up. 

I undressed looking at her. I just couldn't take my eyes off her. I could spend my life looking at her sleeping so comfortably in my sheets. 
I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to have a shower. Of course, I was hard. I needed to jerk the fuck off. I couldn't take the heat anymore. I turned the shower on and got myself off. 

As I got out, I saw her sitting on my bed squinting her eyes. Her eyelids battle the little amount of light coming from the bathroom to see me. 

"You awake?"
"Mm, yeah."
"You want some water?"
"Yes, please."
I handed her a glass of water and she drank it like she was thirsty for ages. She is cute. Oh fuck- What the fuck is happening with me? When did I start seeing girls 'cute'? Oh my Holy fuck! 
I took the glass from her hand and put it on the bedside table. I leaned by the wall beside the bedside table looking at her. She looked into my eyes as she gulped the water in her mouth down her throat. 

She has the bright eyes of an optimist. Her doe eyes with heavy lashes resembled the pictures of the universe I have seen. Her iris is light brown contrasted with coal-black pupils. Right now it's more like bedroom eyes, dark hair falling into them.

Our eyes locked on each other like magnets.

It felt like both of us had innumerable talks to do but above it all, was the burning desire of our souls to let loose our control over our body.

So we did. 

Let. Us. Burn. In. Our. Desire. 

But I knew if I lay my hands on her now, I am not going to leave her to walk tomorrow.

So, I broke the whole sensual tension.