Yes Please

The Liason Part 1 : Laurent's POV

She was my gazelle; graceful in a way, but frightened of her own sensuality. I was her lion. Ready to devour her fears and inhabitions as my evening meal. Her passion would be my dessert. I wanted to make her feel love making in ways she couldn't dream. The night was more than lust. My desires paled in comparison to the destiny of our union. She didn't just want me, and I didn't just dig her. I needed her. We needed each other.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her the whole night. The way she moved was an open invitation for me to penetrate her soul. The way she smiled when she thought I was looking away awakened a beast in me that had been dormant for years. So I wooed her with my dancing. Call it foreplay. Call it courtship. Call it whatever you want, but it was kismet.

I waded through the crowd of eager fans to my gazelle after the party. She smelled sweet and salty at the same time. The mixture of perfume and sweat was intoxicating. My mouth literally watered like the way it does when I haven't eaten for hours and it's finally mealtime. She was delicious. And that night, she was mine. I gave her my hotel address and left with my scowling brother to our rooms. After a quick shower and change I headed to the ground floor to welcome Sasha. Thinking of her name as I descended to the main lobby, I was awakened all over again. Suddenly there she was, my beautiful Sasha,y gazelle coming to me. It was time.