LOVE BENEATH THE OAK

DAMASCUS VISIT

I turned to leave. I have reached the door when he caught my wrist. Slowly, I turned to look up at him and he dragged his hand from my wrist, up my arm to my shoulders. My eyes closed as I struggled to fight my body's submission to him.

With shaky hands, he held my cheeks and his lips descended to mine.

As his lips touched mine, I felt a spark of electricity run through my body. Despite my initial intention to resist him, I could not. My lips seemed to melt into his, surrendering to the intensity of the moment. The world around me began to fade away, leaving only the sensation of Angus's lips on mine.

His kiss was like a storm, wild and unpredictable, yet somehow familiar. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt myself getting lost in the moment. I tried to push back, but my body seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to Angus's touch in ways even I could not control.

The kiss deepened, and I felt myself being pulled under, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment. I was torn between my desire to resist and my body's traitorous response to Angus's touch.

As we broke apart for air, my eyes fluttered open, and I met Angus's gaze. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the tension between us thick and strong. My chest heaved with exertion, and my lips felt swollen from the intensity of the kiss.

Angus's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if searching for something. His hand moved from my cheeks and he held me by my nape. Looking into his eyes, it felt like I was drowning in their depths, unable to look away.

"Please don't ignore me like that again.", I told him. He placed his forehead to mine and he hugged me to himself.

He would not say it due to his pompous nature but I knew that he was sorry. He pulled me over to his wardrobe.

"Enough working for today. I'm sorry if I made you feel like you need to work in here too. I just want you to be mine totally."

I wanted to tell him I was his but I knew there was little to nothing my declaration could do. His demons ran deeper than that. It was a deep insecurity that even he might not be aware of.

He opened the wardrobe to reveal various varieties of female dresses. My face eyes widened in amazement as I gazed at the array of dresses. I have never seen anything like them before. The colors, textures, and designs seemed to dance before her eyes. The fabrics felt luxurious to the touch, and I couldn't resist the urge to run my hands over the soft materials.

However, it felt as if my hand would mare the clean materials. I dropped my hand immediately but Angus told me the dresses were mine.

"You can wear them whenever you're here. They are all yours to see as you see fit"

My heart swelled with gratitude and my eyes burned with tears. Never in my life have I imagined to touch such fabrics, let alone putting them on. It suddenly felt too much for me. My throats became dry and it felt like I was stepping into a fairy tale, where the humble servant girl got to wear beautiful gowns fit for a princess.

"Thank you, Angus," I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what to say."

Angus smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Just say you'll wear them," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'd like to see you in them."

I felt a flutter in her chest as I nodded, my mind racing with the possibilities. I couldn't wait to try on the dresses and see how they would make me feel. As I gazed at the wardrobe, she felt a sense of wonder and excitement, knowing that I had been given a rare gift.

As I wore the dress, I felt a transformation wash over me and it felt like I was someone else entirely. The soft fabric hugged my curves, and the vibrant color brought out the warmth in my skin. I gazed at my reflection, barely recognizing the woman that stares back at me.

Angus's reaction was immediate and intense. His eyes locked onto mine through the mirror, filled with admiration and desire. He approached me, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment.

"You look stunning," he whispered, his voice husky. "The dress was made for you."

My cheeks flushed, and I felt a flutter in my chest. I have never felt so beautiful, so desired. The dress had given me a newfound confidence, and I reveled in the attention, even if it might not last forever.

As Angus drew closer, I felt the air thicken with tension, our bodies humming with anticipation. Our eyes met, and the connection between us sparked. It was as if the dress had unlocked a door, allowing us to step closer to each other.

With a gentle touch, Angus brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"You're breathtaking," he whispered, his breath caressing my skin.

In that moment, I felt like I was melting into his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. The dress had changed everything, and I wasn't sure if I could ever go back to being the same. I knew I would definitely want it. I knew I would desire this life and I would be greedy for him.