Cruel Desire

12.

12.

(Belle's POV)

The weekend had always been my sanctuary, a time to unfurl the compressed thoughts and feelings of the hectic weekdays. This Saturday morning was no exception. The sun filtered through my curtains, casting a lazy glow across my room, promising a day of gentle repose. I stretched, feeling the pleasant ache of muscles longing to shake off the week's fatigue.

I had no plans, no schedules to adhere to, just hours stretching before me like open pages of a book waiting to be written. I decided to start off with a cup of coffee and a quiet moment in the garden, letting the natural beauty of the day slip into my bones.

As the day meandered on, I found myself lost in a novel, the characters' lives momentarily replacing my own. It was during these moments of literary escape that I heard the knock. A rhythmic tap that seemed to coincide with the beating of my heart. I set my book down, rising to my feet and travelling to the door, curious to know who is there. I opened the door, and on the other side was a figure completely unexpected... "Vivienne?" My voice rang out in surprise.

"I know it's your day off school, but I have no other days that I can plan stuff with the book club. If you don't want to do it today, then I can try and arrange a weekday?" Her voice echoed in my mind, and I panicked, not wanting her to leave so soon.

"Come in, please...it's not a problem at all." I reassured her, standing aside so she could enter through the elegant double doors, her eyes danced around the lush interior.

"Your house is beautiful, Belle." She smiled, walking further in with me as I led her up the stairs.

"Thank you," I replied gratefully, though the house wasn't exactly mine. "Where should we do the planning?" I asked with curiosity. At my question, I saw something flicker in her eyes. She cleared her throat with a smile.

"Anywhere, I don't mind, sweetheart," she responded, her eyes drifting down to my lips before snapping out of her trance and smiling innocently while biting her lower lip.

I led her into my bedroom and sat down at my desk. "Is this alright?" I inquired, smiling up at her, noticing her biting her lip and mumbling something under her breath.

"Hm? What was that?" I asked, curious about what she had said. Her eyes flickered down to mine as she sat next to me.

"Nothing," she said, gazing into my eyes and fiddling with her fingers. She fished some folders out of her bag and placed them on the desk. "Let's get started, shall we? And my apologies for arriving without notice," she added.

As we began planning, I snuck glances at Vivienne, noting how focused she was. Despite my efforts to deny it, I was utterly captivated by her. "Belle?" Her voice pulled me out of my trance, and my eyebrows shot up, suddenly attentive.

"Y-yes?" I responded nervously, hoping she hadn't caught me staring.

"I asked if you wanted to take a break?" Her lips curled into a small smile, her eyes scanning my features. I swallowed nervously and simply nodded in return. I rose from my seat and yawned softly. "Tired?" she asked with a soft smile, watching me. I nodded slightly, feeling quite tired. My eyes glanced at Vivienne as she stood up and approached me, gently taking my arm and leading me to my bed.

"Take a nap, my sweetheart," she said, delicately laying me down. She leaned down slightly, watching my eyes flutter open and closed. I felt her fingers brush a few stray strands of hair behind my ear. "Sweet dreams." Her breath brushed against my ear as she lingered a little longer until she knew I had fallen asleep. I then felt her lips brush against my cheek and heard her walk away, probably downstairs to avoid disturbing me.

I perched up, rubbing my weary eyes as I emerged from my slumber, realizing an hour had already slipped by. Rising to my feet, I left my bedroom and descended the stairs. The sight of Vivienne in the kitchen, preparing food, greeted me. A thick, mouth-watering aroma filled the air, drawing me closer to her. Vivienne's chuckle resonated through the room, a sound so enchanting that I longed to hear it again. "Hm?" I raised an eyebrow, gazing at her with curiosity.

Her lips curved into a radiant smile, causing my heart to skip a beat. My eyes instinctively avoided hers. "Shy much, sweetheart?" she teased, her fingers gently cupping my chin and tilting my face back towards her. "Look at me, don't hide," she added, leaning closer, her breath brushing against my lips. She was so close that if I moved even an inch, our lips would touch. My breath hitched, a warm, tingling sensation spreading through me as I inhaled the scent of her perfume.

"May I kiss you?" Vivienne whispered, her hand still cupping my chin, tilting my face upwards to ensure I was looking at her. My heart raced at her question, and I felt as though I might melt under her gaze. I nodded slightly, inching closer. "Yes, please..." I replied breathlessly. In an instant, Vivienne's lips crashed against mine, enveloping them in a passionate kiss. It felt like heaven, her lips fitting perfectly against mine, as the sunlight filtered through the window, casting a graceful glow on our silhouettes. Her hands on my hips drew me closer, bewitching me. I kissed her back fervently, my hands finding their way around her neck.

As the kiss slowly broke apart, my breath was heavy, and my eyes were dazed. "Are you okay, hm?" Vivienne inquired, her gaze darkened ever so slightly, she leaned in towards me, her lips grazing against the shell of my ear—warm, sweet puffs of breath gusting against my flesh, as she whispered into my ear, breaths coming in a little heavier. Voice laden with a smoky hunger. "Your lips have quite the delectable taste, may I indulge once more, my little dove?"

My heart thumped against my chest, I merely nodded, my words stuck in my throat, and then once again, her lips smashed against mine. The air between us electrified with the heady scent of desire, our eyes locked in a mutual, unspoken invitation. The velvety softness of her pouted lips met the delicate, rose-petal pink of my own, igniting a seismic tremor that rippled through our very cores.

Our mouths opened languorously, tongues entwining in an unbridled dance of passion. Vivienne's supple, moist organ, delicately traced the contours of mine, its tip gently exploring the abyss of my mouth, eliciting a guttural moan from the depths of my throat.

Breaths mingled, a heady perfume of musk and arousal, as we continued to explore each other's mouths. The turgid flesh of Vivienne's tongue brushed against my lips, each tender stroke igniting a conflagration of lust within my loins. The rhythmic motions of our tongues grew more fervent, and our hand roamed, clutching at the soft curves of each other's bodies, as if to anchor ourselves in the throes of this voracious, unyielding passion.

The curves of moist, supple lips, opened momentarily. Vivienne's breathless whisper caressed the silhouette of my ear, "God, I love your lips, my little dove."

I'm so so sorry I haven't published in quite a while. I've literally had no motivation to write at all, and I've been busy with a friend too. I'll try my best to start trying to publish more but I can't promise anything. And thank you very much for 11k reads! It's very much appreciated. 😊❤️❤️