Poetry About Passion

His hot breath fanned my ear and I nearly died the moment the straps of my dress fell away. Revealing a part of myself that left me vulnerable to his hungry gaze that moved over me. I pride myself on decency, to always be appropriate but the way he clenched his jaw and ran his large hands on my thighs made me go. . . to hell with decency. Reaching out, the need to touch him no longer bearable, I traced the outline of his torso through the fabric of his shirt. But even that wasn't enough as my hands moved underneath the fabric to trace the muscles there. He shifted slightly away triggering a fear in me that I had done something wrong. However, the fear diminished when he removed the fabric- granting my eyes the chance to feast on seeing more of his skin. He moved forward peppering light kisses all over my neck and torso only to latch onto my nipple tugging gently on the hard nub. I cried out at the movement of his teeth and tongue as his hands kept me close hindering any chance to reduce the contact to damn near impossible. Reducing the contact was the last thing I wanted, especially considering how far we had come. . .

At 22, as the Santoro heiress, I'm choosing a husband out of the three Guerra brothers to honor the marriage pact between our families. I pass on Aurelio Guerra and choose the eldest brother, Cesare Guerra, the one with the burn scar on his face, leaving everyone in the Mafia reeling. Everyone knows I put aside my pride as a perfumer for Aurelio and shrank myself until I barely exist. For him, I even leaned on the Santoros' muscle to build his power base. In my last life, I married him, just like I'd always wanted. With the Santoros behind him, he became the youngest Don in the Mafia. After he was established, he hooked up with my stepsister, Maeve Santoro. Together, they stole the new perfume I created, "Reverie", locked me in the lab, and set the place ablaze, reducing me to ash. Now that I've been reborn, I decide to drag those two cheaters to hell myself. But then Aurelio comes back too, carrying the memories of our last life.

La première période de chaleurs après ma transformation en loup-garou, mon petit ami Florian a rompu avec moi. Je n'arrêtais pas de pleurer, non pas parce que j'étais triste, mais parce que la douleur des chaleurs était sur le point de m'engloutir. J'ai tiré désespérément sur sa manche, essayant de l'embrasser de force pour apaiser ma souffrance. Mais il m'a poussée avec impatience vers son frère en disant : « Mon frère, Camille a trop bu et ne pouvait pas se contrôler, peux-tu la calmer pour moi ? » En voyant Louis s'approcher, mon petit ami a ajouté à voix basse : « Louis, garde un œil sur elle, ne laisse aucun autre homme s'approcher. Je romps juste temporairement avec elle, mais une fois que j'en aurai assez de m'amuser, je reviendrai avec elle. » Louis a hoché la tête, m'a portée dans la voiture et m'a consolée avec douceur : « Tu souffres beaucoup ? » Incapable de supporter la douleur des chaleurs, j'ai attrapé sa cravate en pleurant et l'ai supplié : « Aide-moi... » Les pupilles de Louis se sont rétrécies, sa voix était rauque : « Comment veux-tu que je t'aide ? » J'ai collé mes lèvres aux siennes et ajouté : « Embrasse-moi... ou laisse-moi t'embrasser. » À la fin de ce baiser passionné, ma souffrance s'est largement apaisée. J'ai regardé Louis, dont le bout des oreilles était rouge, et j'ai de nouveau attrapé sa cravate. « Peux-tu me raccompagner chez moi ? »

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