As he kissed me, I felt like I was on cloud nine, damn, was he a good kisser. One minute seemed to slip by and then the other, I forgot about my family, my best friend, and my life before this gorgeous man came and swept me off my feet. I forgot about how this god like of man took me from my home, and stripped me down from the life I used to know. I couldn’t hear anything, or think about anything else except for the way his tongue felt against mine or the way his hands felt when they roamed all over my body. Nothing felt more right then this moment that I spent with him.
This was my first kiss. Were kisses supposed to feel so heavenly? I surprised myself when I ended up begging him for more. My euphoria only heightened when I found his eyes turn once again into that brilliant golden shade of yellow. The blinding pleasure that I felt only increased and eventually blocked away all of my senses. I only cared about what was happening right now, with him and me.
I closed my eyes in bliss, as I felt like I was on cloud nine. In fact, I think I was on clouds. I never wanted to escape from this feeling. I never felt so good before, and I don’t think I want this feeling to end and that’s what scares me the most.
The fact that he managed to make me feel so good with just a few kisses and a few touches. Nothing ever made sense anymore, and I don’t know what to make of it. I was suddenly knocked out of this blinding euphoria, when I heard my name being called out several times in an echo like vibration.
I didn’t want to wake up. I didn’t want to leave my beautiful dream. But the voice kept on calling me, over and over again. I let out a low groan of annoyance, as my vision suddenly came through.
I blinked a few times to adjust myself to the light. And just like that, my faze of euphoria was instantly gone at the sight of many men around us screaming for Serge to get off of me. I almost let out a small scream as I looked up to see Serge’s face in pure anger. He was still dry humping me, and I started to hyperventilate.
No! I had to get a hold of myself, I couldn’t let myself have another panic attack now. My breathing started to pick up unevenly, but this time it wasn’t from pleasure but from fear.
The men that surrounded us were trying to get Serge to calm down, but they also failed to see that I was going through an anxiety attack. A tall man in a white coat noticed me, and his gaze softened as he soon realized my distress. “Serge” He called out in a booming voice, making the others fall silent shortly after. “Your mate is in distress, you should calm him down.”
Serge froze above me and let out a low whimper and a small whine. He licked my cheek with his tongue, and I nearly cringed in disgust. It did nothing to calm me down, when I started to shake uncontrollably. I tried to refrain myself from crying, mostly because I wanted to avoid being publically humiliated.
I only curled myself even further into Serge’s chest as my sobbing soon seized into dry heaving hiccups. Serge cradled my face into the palm of his right hand, as he lifted my face up with his left ring finger and thumb. “You alright little one?” I only managed a nod, as I embarrassingly wiped away my tears with the sleeves on my wrists. Once he reassured himself that I was ok he kissed my forehead and continued to cradle me into his chest. I refused to look up when the man in the white coat cleared his throat.
But I couldn’t help myself as a small tear let out, followed by another and then another. Soon I was in a sobbing mess, and all the stress has finally gotten to me as I tried to hold myself together. But I couldn’t, and I ended up falling apart, and normally when I had these sort of anxiety attacks they just end up taking over to the point where I can no longer function realistically.
Serge eventually stood up and pulled me into his lap, and cradled me into his arms. He was whispering sweet nothings in my ear and giving me butterfly kisses every so often. Soon, one by one, footsteps began to leave the room, and only two men remained, the one in the white coat, and other man who looked at me in pity.
