...15...
HE WAS PERFECTION
Rose awakened about an hour after dawn to that familiar intoxicating scent of coconuts and lemon -cocolemon.
She unconsciously nuzzled closer to it, wanting to get more of that scent, of him.
He was asleep on his back, with her, sprawled half over him, and him cradling her to his body.
She inhaled as she listened to the rhythm of his heart beat.
He was asleep.
She was sure of it. She let her eyes trailer lower, staring desirably at his eight stone ABs.
She swallowed softly at the passion inebriating sight.
She tentatively twirled her hands over his smooth chest, without trepidation.
She took delight in tracing the grooves and magnificent contours of his masculine chest.
She was loving the feel of his smooth skin, the warmth of his beautiful body and the feel of her fingers on him, gliding smoothly across his chest.
Infact, she was intoxicated with the thrill of it, loved it to stupor.
She traced the contoured lanes created by his hard eight stone PACs, slowly, savouring.
She was deeply imprinting the shape of him somewhere in her mind, imprinting herself on him.
Want built steadily in her as her hands dipped lower, yearning to touch and explore more of the forbidden territories.
'I oh so like the way you rouse me from slumber sweet Rose,' he mused with a soft chuckle.
She jerked back instantly, shocked.
But, she was stopped from moving more than three inches by his arms which held her around her waist, tightly, restraining her.
His voice had startled her because she had thought he was asleep, or mayhap she had awakened him by chance.
Oh God!
She hadn't known that he would awaken.
He had looked to her as if he was sleeping really soundly, deeply.
She felt... embarrassed?
Oh yes, she felt just that way added with streaks of thorough frustration.
Of course she should for she had been caressing her enemy.
Wait!
Was he?
Was he really her enemy?
She didn't know anymore, confused.
Well, she didn't have time to dwell on it for he called her then, bringing her out of it.
'Mine,' He whispered as his arms drew patterns on her back, stroking her senseless, spiking her latent desire vehemently.
She tried to wiggle away from his touch before she was subdued by the charring passion threatening to ensnare her.
'Will you just stay still?!' he commanded her with a snap almost instantly.
She obeyed him, couldn't disobey him, not when he chose to use that jussive steel like voice on her.
His other hand -the one that wasn't holding her- reached for hers, for the fingers which she had earlier on used to stroke him.
He stared pointedly at her as he brought the chosen palm up, slowly to his lips.
She knew what he intended to do before he started to do so.
He began to kiss her fingers one after another while he was still staring at her.
She stared back at him with eyes as wide as chocolate biscuits.
Strong sensations ran through her, instantly heating her up, causing her to have a meltdown, down to her very needy core, making her drip fine.
Then when he began to suck on her pinky finger, she succumbed.
She tried and failed rather unsuccessfully to bite back a rather deep and encouraging moan.
'Sweet,' he muttered, 'My sweet Rose, how are you always so sweet?' he said to her while he was caressing her ring finger lavishly with his tongue.
He sucked seductively on the tips before gently biting on it.
She moaned loudly as his teeth bit lightly into her flesh.
She was unable to smother that needed approval of the pleasure that he was wholeheartedly bringing to her.
'Mine,' he murmured again, releasing her fingers from his mouth and using them to draw her upwards, to him.
His lips quickly settled between her chin and her shoulder, at the site where her head met her neck.
He kissed her softly there.
They were feather light kisses that aroused her too swiftly, eliciting purr like moans that threatened to spur him on, quite indefinitely.
She arched her head to one side, outwards, readily offering him more access.
His tongue replaced his lips at the job, circling her skin, stroking upwards and downwards, leaving wet trails in its wake.
'More,' she pleaded softly, 'more,' she murmured with her head now arched back, eyes half closed in sexually gratifying delirium.
He liked that word, more.
His teeth grazed her skin for but a moment, over a wet spot.
That was before he bit her tenderly yet passionately.
She cried out gently at the head splitting but panties flooding headiness of pleasure that he conjured.
He bit deeper, just about the right pressure to bring about only slight pain but indescribable bone melting gratification.
He slowly drew back from her to admire his work.
The hickey was prominent.
It was his mark on what was his.
It was her, she was his, his possession.
She was his and his alone she would forever be.
He would make sure of it.
She slowly opened her eyes to look at him, her chest heaving softly as she stared.
"Your hair reminds me of lava," he said to her as he threaded his fingers through the strands.
"Do they?" She said to him in a whisper, but he heard the slight tremble that was in her voice.
"Yes," he said as he fisted a clump and pulled it up to sniff it.
The sight gave her various butterflies in her stomach.
She wondered if she had woken him up in the wrong or the right side of the bed today.
He traced her brows and her face with his long fingers.
"I should stay here, all day, with you Rose," he mumured. "But, I can't do that."
Her breath hitched.
She swallowed softly as his intense gaze bore into her.
She wondered for a moment if he could see her soul beneath.
"Why?" She ground out.
"I have a kingdom to run," he said to her with a smile.
Then, he turned and rolled to the edge of the bed.
She watched him with a dry throat as he climbed out of the huge bed, half naked.
Her mind whispered continuously for her to look away.
But she could never look away from the beauty that was him.
He was perfection.
He stood at a towering height that put hers to shame.
His triceps and biceps seemed as if they had been hand carved by the creator to please.
He was a walking epitome of a masterpiece, original.
"I can feel your eyes on me," he said as he walked towards the bathroom at the corner.
She found herself giggling at being caught.
"I never said that I wasn't," was her reply to him.
"I never said you would deny it either," he added as he turned.
He leaned against the wall close by and cocked her a brow.
She swallowed hard at the graceful posture.
Her juice slipped out of her panties and wetted her inner thighs with ease.
How she wanted him!
The feeling was an incessant and insatiable one.
She was burning for him.
"Put on some clothes," she whispered as she finally forced herself to turn away.
She was one inch of self control away from jumping him.
"Do you bath with clothes?" He asked softly.
Her head snapped up at the sound of a buckle being undone.
It was him.
She gasped as he loosened his belt from his pants.
"You pervert! Don't you dare flash me!" She screamed at him.
He chuckled happily.
"Why then is your eyes open? Or are you expecting to be flashed?" He probed her.
He was enjoying this a little bit too much at this point.
"I- I... Oh just... Go bath!" She screamed after a frustrating sequence of stammers.
He laughed as he disappeared into the bathroom.
And about an hour later, she was finally rid of him for the day.
He was out of her hair and back in his palace to carry out his duties as the emperor.
...OmaPhinaPhire