Take It Off
1064 Words
She knew — with the blind faith of a girl in love — that their relationship would last till death did them part.
So she was ready.
Ready to give her body.
Ready to give her innocence.
Ready to give herself to the man she had once admired quietly from afar — the man she never thought would even notice her existence.
Now he was here. In her arms.
And she was no longer invisible.
Desire consumed her — but beneath it, there was something more dangerous:
Trust.
They entered her room still kissing, the door barely closing behind them.
Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist as he carried her, and her dress rode up her thighs, exposing smooth, fair skin that met his wandering gaze.
He noticed everything.
The softness of her skin.
The warmth of her breath.
The way she clung to him — not just with desire, but with need.
When he stepped fully inside, he froze for half a second.
The room.
Soft red lighting washed over the space, casting everything in a sensual glow. Rose petals were scattered from the entrance all the way to the queen-sized bed, staining the white sheets with romantic intention.
The walls to the right were dressed in delicate floral wallpaper, elegant and feminine. The red light reflected against the glass detailing near the ceiling, making the entire room feel like it was breathing.
A bouquet of fresh roses — the same ones he had given her that morning — rested proudly on a nearby table.
Velvet armchairs sat opposite the bed beside a small table, as if waiting for wine and whispered confessions.
Patchouli and rosewood scented the air from a flickering candle. The silky curtains swayed gently from the ocean breeze drifting through the slightly open window.
Soft music played in the background — low, intimate.
It wasn’t just a bedroom.
It was preparation.
It was expectation.
It was a girl planning the night she would never forget.
A slow, satisfied smile curved on Eros’s lips.
He liked this.
He liked that she had prepared.
He liked that she wanted this.
Without breaking their kiss, he laid her gently onto the bed, the petals shifting beneath her body.
He kissed her slowly this time — not rushed, not urgent. He explored her mouth like he had all the time in the world.
When he pulled away, she let out a small, needy sound — almost a protest.
He smirked and trailed kisses along her jawline.
Her breath grew uneven.
He nibbled at her earlobe, and her fingers tightened in his hair. A shiver ran through her body — not forced, not exaggerated — real.
He brushed her hair aside and paused.
A butterfly and star tattoo rested against her neck.
“Innocent,” he murmured softly, tracing it with his thumb. “But marked.”
Then he found the spot.
The sensitive place just beneath her ear.
When he kissed it — gently sucking, lightly biting — her back arched without her permission.
He smiled against her skin.
He liked discovering what made her unravel.
And then suddenly —
He stopped.
He rose from the bed.
Elsa’s heart dropped.
Her mind spiraled instantly.
Did I do something wrong?
Was I too inexperienced?
Did I disappoint him?
Her insecurity surfaced faster than her pride could suppress it.
“Don’t panic, Bambina,” he said smoothly, noticing the fear flicker in her eyes. “I need ice cream… for what we’re about to do.”
He smirked.
Her lips parted in surprise.
“Oh.”
She pointed toward where she had placed it earlier that day, her cheeks warming.
Seconds later he returned, placing the container on the nightstand.
He crawled back over her slowly — deliberately — like a predator who enjoyed anticipation more than the hunt itself.
His fingers found the zipper of her dress.
He didn’t rush.
He lowered it inch by inch, watching her reaction. Watching her breathing change. Watching her vulnerability unfold.
When the dress slid off her shoulders, he paused.
Not speaking.
Just looking.
Her red lingerie clung to her body like temptation wrapped in silk.
She crossed her arms instinctively, shy under his intense gaze.
“It’s not fair,” she whispered softly. “You’re still dressed.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“You want me to take it off?”
She flushed deeper.
“Undress,” she clarified, barely meeting his eyes.
He chuckled low in his throat.
“Can’t we wait a little before you see all of me?” he teased.
She shook her head, laughing nervously — and that laugh…
For a moment, he forgot the music playing in the background.
He preferred her sound.
Slowly, he pulled off his shirt.
She watched shamelessly this time.
Her eyes traced his chest, his defined muscles, the subtle flex of strength beneath his skin.
He noticed.
“You’ll have to wait to see everything, my lady,” he murmured in his thick Greek accent, crawling back over her.
His lips found hers again as his fingers slipped behind her back and unhooked her bra with practiced ease.
It disappeared somewhere on the floor.
He paused again.
This time, not out of teasing — but because even he wasn’t immune to the sight of her.
Her body responded to him. To his gaze. To his touch.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, then further — planting slow, reverent kisses down her chest.
His hands explored, memorizing curves, learning reactions.
Elsa felt like her body was no longer her own.
Heat spread through her veins.
Her thoughts blurred.
Her breathing turned fragile.
This wasn’t just desire anymore.
It was surrender.
And beneath him, trusting him completely —
She didn’t see the storm brewing behind his controlled exterior.
She only felt the fire.
And she let it burn.
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Author's Note
Did you notice something because I did.
The ice cream feels like Eros knew that this will happen.
The room decoration made me suspicious why did Nora do it?
Poor Elsa thinks this is fate.
I am nervous as this is my first time writing a book like this.
I didn't even know that I had it in me.
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Bella Angel Douglas
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