She felt his hands touch her skin, caressing every inch of her curves and edges. She could feel his eyes gazing longingly at her, watching every gorgeous spot. His mouth quivered as he drank the essence of her passion. In total darkness their hands roamed free. Bonds broke off as his hand reached out slowly at her flesh. Her hands made their way to his hair and grasped them a bit too tightly as he showered kisses to every nook and cranny of her body. She could feel him getting closer, his heartbeat racing against time. "Ugh." He moaned against the softness of her amber colored hair as his fingers continued to probe the majestic beauty of her being. As they reached her inner thighs she sucked a breath. He sucked her soft spot. Slowly at first and then he was more passionate. Teasing at first and then he was wilder than a wolf. His skills were primitive compared to her naivety.
"James." His name escaped her lips like honey dripping from bread. Enticing. Tempting.
He wanted to taste them but he was too busy pleasuring the owner of the silken legs. He didn't have time. He didn't have time to waste thinking. They only have a moment to spare, how could they ever make it out alive?
Suddenly he was below her, the feel of skin against skin sent shivers to his spine. For when she kissed and touched him, went wild and unleash her passion for him she became another person, someone who could be suitable for him. For when their bodies got entangled under the sheets they both forgot that they were far from equal. As if he wasn't of blue blood, as if she wasn't just a mere commoner.
They were entranced in fate's cruel game. Fate was Shakespeare to their Romeo and Juliet. But alas, their case is much worse! Their story was far more tragic than that of Romeo and Juliet's. He flipped her again and now he was back on top and suddenly they couldn't wait to be united. She licked her lips, inviting him to draw closer. He kissed her lips hard, seeking mercy for their situation. She kissed him back as hard as she would have punished fate's cruel nature.
His mouth found the side of her neck and she moaned by the sensuality of the action. Once more she found his hair but he guided her hands to his back. It was time.
James entered her slowly. It was their first time. The first and only time she had let him in and he was willing to be patient in order to savor the moment that may never come again. Slowly. Steadily, and then they were moving as fast as their bodies could for fear that their secret union would soon be unveiled.
A tear escaped her eye as the facts sank in deeply in her brain.
"AAH!" they cried out in unison.
She cried harder than he did for she cried out not only because of pleasure but also because of agony. For she'd give up forever just to have another moment with him. But she knew her limitations just like she knew that it was time for her to slip away. She waited for his azure eyes to slowly flutter down before she got up. So she slowly walked away from James, the heavy sleeper, and dressed herself up. Her gaze lingered a little longer at him and she finally got the dusty rose envelope from her purse.
The dusty rose colored envelope was concealing a letter that sealed her fate. Silently, she wished for things to change but she knew her words will only be carried by the wind.
Someday, she thought. Maybe someday. And with one swift move she was gone.
As he began to stand, James felt sick to his stomach. Something was just not right, something that could lead to his destruction. Then it hit him. Aica.
A silhouette could still be barely seen on her side of the bed, fresh as if it was just recently stirred. An envelope was tucked neatly under the pillow; its hue was dusty rose, her favorite. As he picked it up, he could almost smell the heartbreak on the paper. He thought about the words it held. He wondered, before he finally opened and viewed its contents. The words, they struck him like lightning. More powerful than a Maserati, it broke him apart, for there, written in bold letters were only two words.
