Seasons- Golden Hours

🍷Beauty and the Beast🍷

Agastya

"Agastya Ra-" What am I doing? She snatched my glass and gulped the drink clumsily.

Her eyes drop because of all the drinks she is having since she entered here. I tried my best to hold back but my eyes never listen and scan her body from head to toe. The silver dress that reflected moonlight sometime ago is now seem to be golden because of the lights.

I have never been a fan of silver and gold but damn.

The fist which had the glass earlier is clenched so hard that it pierced my palm with nails.

Her heavy breathing, pink cheeks, green eyes reflecting every meaning that I should not read. The dress is covering her like clouds covering morning sun in the sluttiest way possible. The parts that her dress isn't covering- her skin is glowing like she is a goddess herself.

"I remember you." She place her palm on my chest and I figure out every breathing technique I learnt to stop my heart rushing like a train. "Espresso guy?"

I almost hold back a groan when her thumb trace my mole on the neck, my gaze avert to her lips and it makes me wonder if her touch feels like this how would those beautiful lips feel there?

"What do you want?" I should be pushing her away but I don't. Her physical strength against me is negligible, I could push her.

"Don't tell anyone," She leans closer towards my ear and the hair behind my neck stands as she wraps her other hand around my neck pulling me close.

"I am trying to kiss frogs so I could turn them into a Prince."

My eyes dilate at the plural word Frogs. "Why would you do that?" I almost hold the curve of her hips but close my hand, blood dropping out from it.

"When he would turn, I would present him and then-" She hiccups "I will make him a frog again and throw him away."

I smell her hair- Vanilla, Coconut making me warm, citrus notes of Lemon and Orange teasing me. My blood cladded hand lands on her waist as I pull her closer, her core touching me glazing me and never have I wanted to rip my clothes away to feel it skin to skin.

"So you will throw the prince? What if he won't let you?" What if he holds you so tight that you would never be able to breathe without bathing in the pool of his desires? I keep these things to myself.

"Because" She looks into my eyes, her lips parting and I could clearly read a deep corner of her telling me that she never touched a man before.

Well it saved many lives.

"Because?" I tuck her hair, touching her neck like she did and she lost her breaths the same way I did. She had no realization but she had already surrendered her whole body to me. If I loose my grip on her, she would fall.

"I want to run far far away." she leans closer and touch my lips to her in a feather light kiss. Electricity flows inside me and heat crawls up my cheeks, the grip of my arm on her tightens around her lean frame like a warning- to her, to me... To wherever she is taking this.

"Kiss me... Please." She let me decide further by making a space.

I turn her towards the slab of the cabinet and clenched her thighs with my bloody hands, she didn't mind my blood painting her holy skin.

The body that deserves to be washed with pure milk, decorated with roses and should be worshipped is now cladding with my blood.

And I have never been more turned on in my life.

Her hand curled around my shoulders as she dig deep into what we started.

What she started and would end with me now.

I held her in the air, our bodies clashing down to each other, her moans coming out from the back of her throat and entering my mouth. I didn't let her moan freely which made her nails dig into my arm, pulling me closer and closer.

A kiss that feels like breathing and dying at the same time.

A high that no drug could bring.

Her soft lips, trembling innocently on mine as mine were running over hers. Her body was softer than I imagined- the type that leave marks.

I trace the skin above her breasts and that's when I knew I should stop.

"Eshani!" I removed my hands quickly from her and put her down, I don't know what and how much her friends saw but whatever it was- she would soon be mine anyways.

As her friends took her away, one was conscious- the cafe girl and the other looked like she saw a ghost and was completely zoned out.

Eshani looked more drunk after the kiss.

The cafe girl took her name before also but it was today only when Eshani told me her name personally.

Her name itself means desire and this is who she is to me, a desire.

"We are so sorry." The girls started apologizing and Cafe girl understood something... Maybe worse- She recognized me.

I nod and look away and suddenly Eshani vomited on my shirt, her face dropped on the nape of my neck her friends had embarrassment covering their faces.

I held her open hair, parting her body with mine as she vomited again.

I would never let her drink like this again- if the again happened.

Her friends took her away in the next minute, the zoned out friend whispering "She did not just ruin his Gucci shirt worth 79,012-"

She predicted the price correctly, I could tell the other friend is closely related to fashion industry.

I don't really care about my Shirt right now. From a very young age, even younger than my memory I have started trading in stocks with Inder Kaka and invested in real estate too.

Although I am Indian but still have citizenship and I'm a known personality here but only my company is known, no one knows me personally.

All that I care about is the void that's left now as she is not here. It feels like someone cut a part of me away with a knife and told me I would have to live this way forever.

The blood painted on her inner thighs was only visible to me, the imprints of my hands on her long beautiful neck looked like a masterpiece.

A masterpiece I would have gladly painted if her ways and mine weren't so parted.

She is a beauty and I'm a fucking beast.

There was a mark of beautiful cherry lipstick on my collar, I traced it with my fingers, heat covered my face.

Curiosity to know more about her striked me- more than just her name. Parts of her that she hides behind the smile, that even her friends don't know. The darkness covering her insides even when she glows better than the Sun.

The darkness which came out the moment her lips were on mine. There has to be that part of her existing, lurking beneath the surface that only I can see and only I want to ever see.

Either this has to end itself otherwise it would end me, instead...

I stride in their direction- I have to know more about her, everything about her now.

Eshani kissed a prince but do you think he is some regular frog she could dump after kissing casually (not so casually)
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