THE PAINTER

The Heated Kiss

"There, it's done," I mutter under my breath.

"Show me."

Should I show it to him? I've never introduced anyone to my paintings before.

In silent acquiescence, I move away from the easel and let him peer down my artwork.

I can feel him assessing my work- furrowed brows and narrowed eyes; running his thumb along his lower lip.

After ages he replies, "This is too good to be me."

"Did you mean it as a compliment or were you criticizing my work?" I ask raising one of my brows.

"I meant it as a compliment, Annelise."

I smile up at him coyly glancing towards him from beneath my lashes.

The floorboards squeaked under his footfalls; affronted from the action.

I can feel his masculine presence towering over me by many inches. He was close. Too close. What was he doing this close to me? My senses are appallingly enthralled from his potent masculine existence. Warmth from his closeness creates a wicked unapologetic yearning in me. I want to close the distance and feel his taut rippling muscles with my hands. Such wicked thoughts!

My breath quickens from such intense thoughts. I slicked my tongue over my now dried lips. I can inhale his scent- he smells of spicy cinnamon with the slight touch of fresh lime. His earthy male essence teases me and tantalizes my nostrils.

"What-" He stops me from speaking out my thoughts by placing his index finger over my plump lips, shushing me.

I try to jerk away from his hold and dislodge his finger. He grabs my chin and forces my head upwards, his firm hold on my fragile jaw excites me unashamedly. Why am I behaving in such a way?

"I wanted to take a closer look at you. Holy Mother Mary! Don't you look so sinfully wondrous this close? From the very moment I entered your chamber, you've been giving me those lustful glances, batting your eyelashes seductively, biting your luscious plump lips, running your fingers along your hairline nervously. Does my presence heighten your senses, Annelise? Would you like me to quench your thirst? I will be more than happy to show you what happens between a man and a woman under the sheets," he whispers hoarsely closer to my ear.

Oh no! I close my eyes inhaling deeply. "I-"

"I can see the desire in your eyes. You want me as much as I want you. Your womb is quivering right at this moment, your skin is yearning for my touch, your pulse is fluttering beneath my thumb," he says, encircling my neck with his strong, calloused hand. "This is another proof. You can't deny me now," he continues, brushing his finger down the underside of my breast, grazing his thumb across my pebbled nipples.

I close my eyes as the exquisite sensations floods through my body. Everything he says is true. The secret hearth of my body clenches in anticipation and Want. Yes, I do want him. Traitorious body! I feel hot, sweat starts beading over my lips. My head swims from all kinds of sinful thoughts, my body taut as a bowstring.

Trying to suppress my need for him, I take a steady breath and answer him, "I can't. This is too much, too soon. I don't even know you and I don't hook up with random strangers. This is not me I-I can't give you w-what you possibly want," my voice quivers at the last thread. This is pure madness!

"Your body knows me and that is what really matters at this moment. What I want, I ensure to take it anyway. You should have known that by now," he says matter-of-factly.

"You're going to kiss me then?" I whisper.

"Yes."

I can feel his face a finger breadth distance away from me. When did he move this close? I jump away from him, heightened from my corrupted thoughts. I knock off the easel in the process and it falls to the ground with a loud crash, startling me.

He captures my wrist in his firm hold halting me from moving further. Whirling me around, he closes his hand around my waist, ceasing my further attempts at escaping him.

"What if I say I am not willing to bow down to your demands? Will you kiss me even then? Do you kiss unwilling women? I thought you were an honourable man with noble thoughts."

"I am no honourable man, Annelise. You should have thought twice before you concluded."

He closes the distance between us and brushes the tip of his nose against mine in a soft innocent caress. This is not what I was expecting.

"You're so beautiful, Annelise. How can a man not want to touch you? They must be fools!" He murmurs.

Pulling me closer to his hard wall of a chest, he draws my chin upwards and presses a brief fleeting kiss behind my ears. It tickles!

His breath skims across my cheeks and I shiver involuntarily from the intense sensations I was feeling. A pulse was throbing deep inside my womb, making it impossible for me to stand on my own two feets without trembling.

"I cannot be wrong," he says softly, his Spanish accent sending thrills down my veins. He settled his hands more firmly on my waist, his touch light, but playing a havoc on my senses.

If he knew that I wanted him to kiss me, there would be no going back from here.

"Kiss me," I mumble under my breath. My flimsy control, to which I was holding onto with all my might, flies out of the window.

My mind whirls as I frantically try to take back my spoken words. "You shouldn't possibly-"

He cut off my words by covering my mouth with his. His sinous practised lips moves over mine in a light touch, a soft teasing caress and the sensation richochets through my whole body.

The warmth within me increases. I shift restlessly against him. The heat within me soaring high makes me lightheaded. I can hear my heart pounding against my chest as if it wanted to leap out of my throat.

He presses his lips to mine again. But, this time it's no longer a teasing caress. His lips plunders mine mercilessly tempting me even more. I move my head sideways but with a rough growl he captures my chin in his firm hold and keeps on marauding my mouth relentlessly.

I give in. I could control myself no more. Clutching onto his shirt I kiss him back. My hands move past his shoulders; I grasp a fistful of his hair and tug at them. He growls in response. Have I ever heard anything sweeter than this? No.

This isn't just a kiss. It is a remarkable pledge that will always be deeply etched into my mind. A promise, a beginning or... a deadly end.

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P.S.: I'm currently facing a writer's block on my story Unravelling Her Secrets. So, I'm so sorry to tell you guys that there will be no update for tomorrow. 😕 I really hope that this block soon passes away so that I can continue with my story. Till then I hope this chapter leaves you squirming! 😈