A Song of Roses

CHAPTER XV

He kissed me.

His lips meet mine with desperation.

Like a man who had been wandering in the desert searching for water.

His mouth trailed down the length of my neck. With a swift motion, he guided me back until my body pressed against the cool surface of his desk, scattering the papers across the surface.

I was utterly in his grip.

I could feel his breath on my neck, and it was intoxicating.

I just wanted him.

He pushed my skirts upward, slidding my undergarments down. It was the two of us, a man and a woman,

I unbuttoned his ruffled white shirt, revealing the contours of his broad chest and strong shoulders. My hands were on him now, sliding over his body and exploring every inch. His skin was soft. I could feel him panting as I touched him, and I was sure he was enjoying this as much as I was.

He gently turned me over and proceeded to undo the many buttons on the back of my gown, then began unlacing my corset. As I felt the corset loosen, moving it away entirely, my back was revealed to him. He traced his fingers across my bare back, and it felt like fire.

He turned me over once more, with my chest now fully exposed to him.

All I could see was hunger in his eyes.

I wanted him to touch me, taste me, and take me in every way possible.

My gown slipped away, revealing my naked body to him. I was completely exposed in front of him. His eyes moved from my face to my chest, all the way to my thighs.

I lay there exposed.

like a model awaiting the brush of an artist.

I boldly unbuttoned his trousers, revealing his strong, muscular legs. His body was beautiful in its natural masculine glory, and I wanted to touch every inch of it. His arms felt strong and sturdy, and his hands were rough as he grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him.

We moved together as one.

our bodies pressing against each other.

We sighed softly and moaned together.

There were no words, only movement.

We lay on the carpeted floor, our clothes scattered around us. I lay on his chest. Tracing lazy circles on his bare chest, the candles cast soft light over us. "It was painful not having you in my arms last night," he said, stroking my hair. I could feel the warmth of his touch.

"I was too. My heart and mind have consumed you fully." I whispered, His lips fpund my fingers, pressing a soft kiss to each fingertip. "You can't imagine how deeply sorry I am; I was too quick to assume."

"Shhh," he whispered, softly interrupting my words with a tender kiss. "None of that matters now."

I love him. (deeply)

"You have taken my heart since I saw you in the spring ball, ever since. You stole it entirely."

the spring ball. two years ago.

"You were there?" I remember seeing the queen and king, but not his presence.

"I was there, watching in the shadows," his eyes locked onto mine. "No woman has filled the lust that only you can fulfil."

His words hung in the air.

"It is already late," he said, standing with a groan. His body was a sight to behold in his full naked glory. The sudden confession he made was already forgotten.