Marjorie stood in the bathroom, her pulse quickening as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The events of the evening played back in her mind like a romantic movie—Alex's surprise dinner at Les Deux Compères, the beautiful proposal that had taken her breath away, and the promise rings that now glinted softly on their fingers. But now, in the quiet of their luxurious hotel suite, a different kind of anticipation thrummed through her.
She glanced down at the red lingerie Chanel had insisted she pack. It was bold, daring even, with delicate lace and smooth satin that hugged her curves perfectly. The expensive corseted two-piece was unlike anything she'd ever worn before, but it was exactly what she needed to feel confident, to embrace the fierceness inside her.
Taking a deep breath, she slipped the lingerie over her freshly washed and moisturised skin. The cool fabric glided smoothly against her cocoa butter-scented skin, wrapping her in its delicate embrace. She ran her hands over the smooth material, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as she adjusted the straps. In the mirror, she saw a woman fiercely in love, a woman ready to explore the depths of that love without hesitation.
With one final breath to steady herself, she opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the suite. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the city outside casting a warm, golden hue across the space. Alex was standing by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the Parisian skyline. The sight of him, so composed and yet unaware of what was about to unfold, sent a thrill through her.
"Alex," she called softly, her voice carrying the emotions she felt—desire, anticipation, and love.
He turned around, and the look in his eyes when he saw her made her breath catch. His gaze roamed over her body, taking in every detail of the lingerie, the way it clung to her petite breasts, her small waist, and down to her wide hips.
"Marjorie," he whispered, his voice thick with awe. "My goodness."
Her heart fluttered at the sight of him, her man rendered speechless by her appearance. She stepped closer, feeling the heat between them intensify with each step. "Do you like it?"
"Like it?" Alex took a step forward, his eyes never leaving hers. "I've never seen anything so delicious in my life."
A confident smile tugged at her lips, her nervousness melting away. There was something about the way he looked at her that made her feel cherished, desired, and completely in control. When he closed the distance between them, his hands gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek in a tender caress.
"You're so good to me," she murmured, leaning into his touch. The warmth of his skin against hers was intoxicating, and she felt a surge of affection for this man who had shown her nothing but love and respect.
"And you deserve every bit of it, Princess," Alex replied, his voice low and husky. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss that sent a wave of warmth through her. The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing closer, the fabric of her lingerie a tantalising barrier between them.
Marjorie's hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath his shirt. She began unbuttoning it, her fingers moving with a purpose she hadn't known she possessed. When she finally slid the shirt off his shoulders, she paused for a moment to take in the sight of him—his broad chest, the muscles that rippled under his skin, and the way he looked at her with such unrestrained desire.
"You're so handsome," she whispered, running her hands over his chest, relishing the feel of him beneath her fingertips.
"And you're perfect," Alex replied, his voice a deep rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.
He leaned in again, kissing her deeply as his hands began to explore her body, tracing the curves that the lingerie accentuated. Marjorie gasped as his touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her, and she pressed closer to him, wanting to feel every part of him.
They moved together, a slow dance of passion and tenderness as they made their way to the bed. Alex's hands were gentle but insistent as he laid her down, his eyes filled with a mixture of reverence and desire. He knelt beside her, taking his time to appreciate the way she looked, the way her body responded to his touch.
Marjorie's breath hitched as his hands slid down her sides, his fingers grazing the lace of the lingerie. She arched her back slightly, her body yearning for more of his touch, more of the connection that pulsed between them.
"Is this okay?" Alex asked, his voice a husky whisper as he leaned down to press a kiss to her collarbone.
"Yes," she breathed, her fingers threading through his hair. "More than okay."
His lips travelled down her neck, planting kisses along the way that left a trail of fire in their wake. Marjorie's hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles flex under her touch as he moved lower, his mouth worshipping her body. Every kiss, every touch was deliberate, a silent communication of how much he adored her, how much he wanted to make her feel good.
When his hands finally began to slide the lingerie off her body, Marjorie felt a thrill of anticipation mixed with the purest form of trust. She let him take control, knowing that he would be gentle, that he would take care of her in every way.
And he did. He removed the remaining clothes between them, and with a renewed hunger, Alex connected their lips once again, famished and intoxicated by the seduction on her lips. His hands and mouth continued to explore her, starting with her right breast, which he seemed to favour, before moving to her left, twirling her hardened nipple between his tongue. Her soft moans encouraged him to continue, his mouth venturing lower, past her sculpted stomach, her wide hips, down to the valley of her exposed core. With one hand, he spread her legs for easier access, using his tongue to devour her, her juices the only fluid quenching his thirst.
Marjorie, lost in the passions of his skilled tongue, tugged at his blond locs to find some relief from the pleasurable torment she was enduring at the hands of her lover. When she finally exploded, Alex was back up, covering her mouth with kisses, praising her for enduring the sweet torture.
"Are you sure you're ready, Princess?" he asked, seeking her verbal consent. Marjorie nodded without hesitation, her heart swelling with readiness and trust. She was ready to give him her all.
As they came together, the connection between them felt electric, an unbreakable bond that transcended the physical. Every movement was in perfect sync, their bodies communicating in a language of their own. Marjorie's breath came in soft gasps, her hands clutching at Alex as he moved with her, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge.
When they finally reached that peak together, it was as if the world around them disappeared, leaving only the two of them in that moment of pure, unfiltered bliss. Marjorie's eyes fluttered shut as she rode the waves of pleasure, feeling Alex's arms around her, holding her close as they both trembled with the intensity of it all.
Afterward, they lay entwined in each other's arms, the room filled with the sound of their slowing breaths. Marjorie's heart was still racing, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of their lovemaking. She rested her head on Alex's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as she tried to catch her breath.
"Are you okay, Princess?" Alex's voice was a soft murmur, his hand gently stroking her back.
"I'm more than okay," Marjorie replied, lifting her head to look at him. "That was... incredible."
He smiled, a satisfied, almost boyish grin that made her heart swell with love. "You're incredible," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "And I'm so glad I get to be with you."
They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the outside world forgotten. Marjorie felt a deep sense of contentment settle over her, a feeling that this was exactly where she was meant to be—right here in Alex's arms, in this beautiful city, in this moment that felt like a dream.
As she drifted off to sleep, her last thought was how lucky she was to have found someone who loved her so completely, someone who made her feel like the most cherished woman in the world.
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My Toxin
Romansa"fuck...please Marjorie...please" Since childhood, Alexander has been infatuated with Marjorie, his out of reach next-door neighbour. Alexander's unrequited love only intensifies over the years, leading him to do anything, even beg, for her attentio...
