Crumbling Restraint

Restraint is one thing that I do not possess; being with Mirabelle is snapping each string that is attached to the seams. I know that feeling something for her should be so wrong, but right now, wrong surely feels so good.

Looking at her beauty does not only take my breath away; it knocks all the air out from my chest. Now she is sitting here and doing this damn seductive thing with those supple red lips.

I feel like a complete fool every time I speak to her. The only thing I seem to mutter out is one simple word. "Mirabelle."

I look up into her eyes; her lips are but less than an eye wink away. All I need to do is lean an inch forward, and mine would be against them. But mine is trembling and how I would love us to tremble together.

I lean that inch forward and brush my lips against her cheek. It is like little sparks prickling my skin. Her skin is soft, but there is a different softness to her. I have never felt this feeling before. I am inches away from her lips; I can so easily kiss her.

As our eyes meet again, I can see that same desire hiding inside them. I look down to her lips and them back up into her eyes. She is so close, so close that I can taste her. I can feel her warm breath linger over my lips. She slightly bites at her bottom lip, and I swear my knees give in

The heat between our bodies is unmistakable. Her breathing is short and shallow. She whispers, but her trembling lips only cause her words to whimper. I see my name forming around her lips, but I do not hear it. She is drowning in the power I have over her body.

Then I softly whisper in her ear. I can hear her gasps as my warm breath reaches her skin. "Calm your heart Mirabelle; I won't hurt you."

I can smell the scent of lily and vanilla lingering in the air. Warm air blows against my skin as I feel her breathing.

She still has not let go of my hand; I feel her as she gently squeezes my palm. She sees me smile at the comfort of her touch and slowly lets go. Her fingers drag softly down my forearm, leaving tingles on my skin. I must fight every ounce of me not to grab hold of her hand again.

With a soft voice, she whimpers, "Damien, what, what are you doing?"

She is right; what am I doing? She feels so soft; I just want to be near her, near her skin. I want to run my lips over her body. I want to feel her heart throbbing through her veins. But most of all, I want to taste her; I can't pull myself away from her skin.

I hear her softly whisper my name, "Damien."

"Ssshhh, Mirabelle. Just a minute."

She closes her eyes, and I can see she is getting as much pleasure as I do from it. The heat between our bodies is undeniable.

She leans her head back and lets me roam her neck. I cannot keep it in anymore. I crave her, not the hunger to feed but the hunger to please. I want to take her body to a height of pleasure that she will never experience from a mortal man.

As my lips run slowly down from the tip of her ear down the bare of her neck to the edge of her shoulder, I can see her body slightly shiver. I know it's not from the cold of the night but the intensity of my touch.

My lips roll down her shoulder to her collarbone; I stop and take a deep breath. I part my lips and slightly let my tongue out to lick her. I gasp as her sweetness fills my mouth; my god, how good she tastes. I can hear her moan as I do it again.

I want more; this is not enough for me.

"What are you doing to me, Damien?"

"Only what you are doing to me, Mirabelle."

I slowly move in and press my lips against her plump, velvety ones. They are warm and taste like cotton candy. They are softer than I could ever have imagined. I place my hand at the small of her back and pull her closer.

"Who are you, Damien?"

"I think I can ask the same. Where did you come from, Mirabelle?"

As soon as the last syllable escapes my lips, we find ourselves interlocked in a kiss.

Knowing my full attention, I stop to ask, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"The only thing I am sure of is the way you are making me feel," she answers.

Unable to contain myself anymore, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated. For the first time, I am kissing a mortal woman. I can feel the hunger grow inside me, the pleasure building towards a peak. I pull her even tighter into my body. The kiss is getting deeper and deeper with every breath that we take.

For a brief moment, I pull away; with a shaky breath, I whisper, "Mirabelle." Prolonging each letter as to savor it. "My god Mirabelle, I crave you so much."

The kiss goes on, our lips moving in perfect sync. The kiss is becoming more passionate by the second. Her right hand flows onto the open skin of my sculpted chest. My hand slides smoothly onto her arm. I can feel the heat flowing throughout her body.

The kiss is growing greedier; our mouths are locked together tightly. It feels like I am walking on air. Nothing around us matters.

The world vanishes in an instant. My lips are firm against hers, but the kiss remains soft, gentle, and slow. We hold it for a few seconds before our lips begin to move in perfect sync. My eyes fall closed, and all I could feel was her. Her warmth, her touch, her being

My only desire is to touch her, to move my hands over the smooth curves of her body and feel her perfect softness. Overwhelming passion has taken over my entire body. I move my hand from her cheek to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her long, dark chocolate hair, lightly pulling her into me, adding more pressure to our lips, deepening the kiss.

But I know if I do not stop, that I will turn into the man that I truly am. Do truly wish to reveal myself to Mirabelle and risk scaring her away. I shall not be so foolish in doing such a reckless thing. Yes, the sin of the forbidden does taste so sweet. So I have to go or else I will do something that I might regret.

I immediately pull away from her sweet cotton candy lips. As I look in her eyes, I see that desire still, yet now it is filled with confusion. So I only but gather myself and rise to my feet, "Mirabelle, I need to go."

"Wait! Damien! Don't go!"

I ignore her please and make my way out of her room, and finally, after a minute, I step outside into the dark night.

After aimlessly wandering the streets for hours, I finally make my way back to the hotel just before dawn.

As I step inside my room, there is a piece of white paper stuck under the door. So I pick it up and make my way to sit on the corner of the back. Opening it slowly, I see the elegant writing of which would only be that of a woman. I can smell the sweet smell on lily and vanilla that lingers on the paper. I know that this must have been written by Mirabelle.

"Damien, I don't know if I should apologize for the encounter between us last night. All I can say for certain is that I have never felt anything so strong from a man before. I know that it should have never happened; it is going to make things rather awkward. But please, I beg of you, can I still see you later? There is something that I need to tell you."