Flutter

Flutter: Vingt - Deux (2/2)

WARNING: This chapter will contain descriptions of sexual nature that readers might find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.

Nora shivered, not from the cold but from anticipation.

She ran her hands over the white lacy night gown that she was wearing. She had found it splayed over her bed. As lovely as it was it felt on her skin, it felt rough and it made Nora itch. Nora always expected to be wearing white on the night of her wedding...not for a man who could hardly stand her. It all just felt wrong.

That's what her heart and brain were saying. However, somehow her never endings were firing off at their own accord. The buzzing had intensified, however it wasn't just nerves any more. It was something else. A hint of worry...desire. "What is wrong with me?" Nora said out loud. I mean what could be desirous about this situation? She was going to bound to this man forever. Even if Nora ever managed to leave Quinton, you're only ever mated once. When Nora had thought about mating and marriage, Nora had envisioned everything basked in love. Where was that love now? Nonexistent. This was not about love for Quinton. It was about power and control. It sickened her, yet at the same time she was sitting at the edge of her bed, more than ready to participate in the whole ordeal. It was madness. Nora was falling down and down the rabbit hole and there was no bottom.

Nora heard every tick of her wall clock and her eyes kept darting to it. It was nearly midnight. It was like every single one of her senses were working at full capacity. She was aware of every creak that sounded from the floorboards. People walked past her door from time to time but there was only one person's footfall that she was looking out for. And she heard it all right. Ten minutes to midnight she heard the steady, heavy thumping of Quinton as he walked down the corridor. He paused briefly in front of her door, and Nora held her breath in. He continued though and she heard him enter his room.

Nora gulped.

Mary had come in half and hour ago and had fussed around the room. Nora could tell that she was just as nervous as herself. Mary doted over her, making sure she was content. She even brushed Nora's hair and pleated it into intricate braids. Nora eventually had to shoo Mary out, even though she just meant well. Looking at herself in the vanity, Nora wasn't all to pleased with the reflection. She looked nice, but she couldn't help but feel dolled up - as if she was some prize mare that was being given away to her new owner. She felt as if she should kneel at Quinton's feet and present him with some dowry.

Nora looked at the clock again."When had five minutes passed?" She thought. Her heart began to beat rapidly and she rubbed her sweating palms on the comforter. It was time. Nora stood up, and her legs wobbled underneath her. She felt weak at the knees and a tad bit woozy. Gosh. She was sure that she was the epitome of sexy right now...not. Slowly and surely she walked over to the door,  the only barrier that stood between her past and her future. It took every molecule of strength she had to grab the door knob and all the rest of her life force to turn it and open the door. It took her a moment to enter the room, but she managed to step into Quinton's domain.

The room was as she saw it last - dark, drab, and humdrum. It was not the sensual pleasure dome. She wasn't on some romantic honeymoon. This was as far from romantic as one could imagine. She was just another bullet on Quinton's list of things to do. The man himself stood off the the side, looking out the window. He did not turn upon her entering. Nora closed the door behind her and stood awkwardly, wondering what to do now.

"I was afraid you were not going to come." Quinton said finally.

"The thought crossed my mind."

"I am very relieved that I did not have to go in there and get you myself." He continued.

Nora did not respond. Her voice was lost to her.