The lights, the music, the roaring applause, all of it got to my head even before I got to drink any wine. It was crazy how addicted the sort of love Florian could give had me in a matter of seconds, and the minute he had his lips against mine, parting and seeking slow, dominating entrance, in front of men and women who respected him, it.. it did something to me.It altered the chemistry of my brain and messed with my rationality. It felt like every other kiss I have had, excluding the first one between us in that closet, faded away into nothingness.I sighed as he broke the kiss, then gently touched my nose. "You still taste like exotic fruits, Roxanne."I slowly stuck my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my chest slightly heaving. "Exotic fruits?""Uh huh," he said, laughing. "Lest I forget, sweetheart..." He leaned to me, his thumb running slowly on my throat. "I prepared a violin for you."I gasped, my hands coming to my mouth. He laughed as he slowly moved away from me, letting go
I can't quite remember the rest of the night, mostly because it was more mundane compared to everything that had happened before that. I could remember doing a few toasts until I got a little tipsy. I could remember the wave of congratulations and the way Florian had taken me straight to the car while carrying me bridal style.Now here I am, sitting in the car, staring off at the stars, my chest heaving, my lips slightly parted. I felt free. Like a star in space. Ready to fall. Ready to break free. I have never felt like this all my life.The door opened, and I turned to see Florian standing by the door, the driver holding the door open for him. Someone was on the other side, talking to him about something, but his eyes were fixed on me, his hands pushed into his pockets. He looked like a dream, like the ghost of the love I never had. Like the ghost that just keeps on haunting me. The ghost that I never want to let go of.Maybe if I was completely sober, I would just sit there and w
The sound of my zipper opening up brought me back from the utter delirium my mind had wandered off to, and I swallowed, looking down as my hand was finally freed, and my dress fell down to around my waist.My eyes looked up to Florian, who was already watching me. His eyes were mostly shielded, and I swallowed as his hands ran down my chest, then stopped right above the straps of my bra."How drunk are you, Roxanne?"I shrugged. My mind was a fog, my body was on fire, and honestly, maybe I was a little more than tipsy. Maybe I was a little...He pulled me closer, his kisses slow as they spread across my neck and shoulders. My hands pushed into his hair, and I let out a gasp of respite, my frustration gloating away with the satisfaction of finally feeling him in my own fingers. "Tell me," he whispered against my skin as his kisses went lower and lower.The car suddenly stopped, and I opened my eyes, my chest heaving."M... maybe a little?"He laughed against my skin and leaned away. W
I woke up to bright rays of sunlight on my face, and my head still resting on something a little more... comfortable than my pillow.My eyes squinted a little at the light, and I slowly turned away. My eyes fell on Florian. He had his legs stretched out in front of me, his hand resting on a stack of pillows so he could hold his chin up as he slept, his other hand resting in my hair. I turned fully to him, my hands moving sloely around his waist, my lips parting as I took him in. The sun was reaching his face too, and he started to squint, his head moving a little so his hair fell in thin strands in front of his eyes.It made me smile, and I sat up, leaning to him so the light would be blocked by my body, and offered him a calm space to sleep in again. He immediately relaxed, and it felt worth it to leave my comfortable sleeping position even with the slight hangover and throbbing headache I had.I watched him for a while, my vision alternating between the Florian that I could see rig
A single tear ran down my cheeks, and his thumb ran under my eyes, wiling the tear away. I wasn't so sure why it suddenly felt like such a relief, but it did. It felt so much like a breath of fresh air."Come here," he said, his voice smooth and comforting as he pulled me into his warm, scented embrace, his fingers pushing into my hair.I closed my eyes against his familiar scent, my heart beating rapidly, my chest tight. I wrapped my hand around him, my face turning to bury in the side of his, my lips parting against his fresh, soft skin."You are still a cry baby," he whispered, and I broke into a laugh accompanied by more tears, my chest heaving."Shut up," I said, laughing.I could feel him smile against me, but for a very long time, we said nothing, just sitting there, my hands wrapped around him tight. I finally leaned away, then gave him a small smile. "Thank you. Thank you for everything."He smiled, his eyes soft and tender. "What would you like for breakfast?"I shrugged. "
My fingers pressed down on the shirt that was now riding up against my chest, my hair falling back to the curve of my waist due to how far back my head was thrown, my lips parted in a gasp that I couldn't quite let out.Florian's fingers dug into my thigh, his tongue running up between my legs, my stomach knotting into one big ball of pleasure.I could hardly breathe, and I dared to look down, my chest heaving hard, my body shaking in his hands.His eyes met mine in one erotic gaze, and before I knew it, I was in the bath with him, a mixture of his lips and my taste filling me up as he kissed me hard. Kissed me fervently. Kissed me like he was in love with me.He let his kisses leave my lips again, to rest down on my neck, and then my shoulder, all the while his fingers slowly moving in my inner thighs.I let out a small cry when I felt his finger part my folds slowly, my breaths breaking into a million different pieces.I sat in front of the mirror, my knees slightly trembling, my li
Can Florian pull the trigger on my mother? I am not sure. Would I hate it if he did, knowing that to her, I was just the baby she Hadd in order to keep her husband, and neglected me my whole life? Honestly, I am not sure I would.My mother was always bad, the sort of neglectful that ate away at me for twenty-six years and broke my wings every single time I even dreamt of flying.But would I want to see that she was gone forever?I looked up to Florian. From his profile that I could see, his eyes were stone cold, a massive void that only filled up when he looked at me. Would he be able to pull the trigger if I asked him to? Maybe. Would I want him to? Maybe.It was interesting just how much darker and tainted my own thoughts had become ever since Florian came back to me. I am not sure how much of it is just me and how much of it was a direct reflection of Florian's own demons in my soul.I wondered about Florian's parents. I don't remember much about them. Were they just like mine? Is
Floriam didn't say a word as the maid mumbled an apology before she turned and scurried away. I stood there for a long while, my body still feeling a little hot from all of the outbursts of anger I had felt just this morning. I felt sick to my stomach, angry at my mother for coming here and ruining an otherwise perfect morning, angry at that maid for looking at Florian like that.I sighed, my chest heaving as I slowly turned towards Florian. He was watching me, a rather unreadable expression in his eyes, his brows slightly drawn, his lips a little parted."I..." I started to say. Maybe he thought I was crazy now. Hell, even I thought I was crazy. Even I thought I was slowly losing my mind.The Roxanne that had her head screwed on right should be upstairs crying for dad or mum, hating herself. The crazy Roxanne was here, getting jealous over a man she knew belonged completely to her.It was insane. A little stupid, crazy, and I just can't bring myself to regret the way I feel. "I was.