𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞

𝟏𝟎 ||- 𝐙𝐚𝐢𝐝 & 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐲

𝐙𝐚𝐢𝐝

With anticipation creeping inside of my closure I watched as Courtney's resolve crumbled before me.

It's amazing what hands can do to the opposite sex. Her shark to hue and defiant gaze fueled the forbidden desire I held for this particular woman.

It's always been that way, ever since we were children, I've always had this insatiable hunger towards Courtney no matter how much she pissed me off.

And even though I hate to admit it, in my fair share of women, I'd never met one that matched my wit and sparked my interest as much as she did.

Even when she was in London all those years.

"Tell me, wildflower" I whispered. My face inches away from hers, it was really a show.

From her flushed face to her parted lips. The scent of vanilla infiltrated my nostrils and I resisted an unruly sound that claimed up my throat.

Her hair is only a partial of her that has my mind going crazy, everything about this woman makes me go crazy; but I'd die before she knew that.

"Do you want me to stop?" I resisted the urge to smirk when her pulse quickened and when her eyes fluttered closed.

She arched her back and her breast rubbed against my chest. The clothing was our only barrier, and it took a lot of restraint not to rip them apart.

I could always buy her more.

I could sense her surrender, it was so close to spilling out but she bit her tongue.

My hand distracted her from her logic—her face said it all—and I reveled in the power dynamic.

Courtney was no doubt a beautiful woman and most probably the most beautiful woman I would had ever seen.

She has been, ever since childhood.

And if it weren't for the situation that led to my plan, I would've gone for her, despite the obstacles that laid before us.

Her heartbeat was music to my ears, a symphony of desire and hesitation that made my pulse dance in satisfaction.

I never waited for any person, and as much as my logical sense told me I should stop with whatever cat and mouse game I was playing; I didn't.

I studied her face, waiting for an answer. Her lips—her undeniable kissable lips—were slightly parted and inviting.

Her cheeks, were flushed with excitement and her eyes, before they closed, were filled with defiance, desire, and a lot of uncontrollable emotions.

Courtney's voice was barely audible, but I heard the unspoken words and I honestly thought she'd hang on a little more but I had thought wrong. She didn't want me to stop. Not really.

A thrill coursed through me.

She was always different. Her spirit, her fire it always drew me in, no matter what the predicament was.

My fingers curled around the elastic of her underwear and I used it to pull her closer "I didn't think so" I whispered.

My breath dancing across her lips which made her eyes snap open anticipation, and desire shone bright in those cerulean blue eyes of hers.

But instead of thrusting my fingers into her I pulled back with a smile slowly spreading across my face.

"It's too bad you're not as captivating out of anger as you are in it" I said with a sigh, my voice dripped with sarcasm. "Pity, really."