The Desires Of Her

The Weekend Getaway

~MAVIE~♧

Rock and roll was on full blast in my ears while my hands moved fast to memory. I remembered a new detail today, gray eyes, like the eye of a storm. Electric, endearing and magnetic.

I worked quickly to put them down on the incomplete picture before I forgot any detail about them. Those eyes were so beautiful, I couldn't afford to change anything about them.

The memory of them pinning me in one place had my body rippling with shivers of desire. I bit my bottom lip with hopes to calm myself. Clear my thoughts.

There they were, those electric storm eyes staring back at me. My body shivered involuntarily again at the memory of him, those eyes, his hands, I had to shut my eyes for a moment.

But that moment was short lived when a hand landed on my shoulder, startling me, I shut the book hard, crashing my finger, sending a sharp pain sizzling through my body, I yelped.

"f**k!"

"Damn, babe, are you okay? I've been calling you for hours," Luc asked, kneeling before me and taking my injured hand on his own.

He kissed it softly.

"Are you okay?" Another kiss.

A sad smile pulled at my lips. He was so sweet.

I turned a whole man w***e into this kind of man.

For me.

And yet...

I immediately shut the lid of my memories because I didn't want to walk down that road.

Luc was the love of my life. Ends there!

Sniffling, I pulled his lips to mine, "i'm okay now. " I hoped he'd believe me.

Not about my finger but about my true feelings. That I loved him. Only him.

"Mhh hmm?" His hand secured a good grip on my waist, houstering me up from the window pane, my favorite place to sit at and draw. It overlooked the city down below, opening the lid of my imagination and creativity.

"Mmh," his lips captured mine in a slow, passionate kiss, I tugged at his hair, wanting more, needing a release.

I moaned my suggestion, reaching for his belt and he understood the assignment.

Setting me down, Luc pulled at the strings of my shorts, urging me to lose them and I obeyed while he removed his pants too. Pulling me back in, he captured my lips again,this time, he let the hunger sip through to the surface. He guided my hand to his hard-on, and I pumped.

Pumped while he took his time, devoring my lips like it was a profession. Just as I heard his breathing turn ragged, I knew he was close so with a smile of victory, I pushed to make him finish but In a swift motion, he turned me around and bent me over, my hands against the window pane and he entered me in one hard thrust, I yelped.

Pain and pleasure flooding over me in sync. I cried as he thrusted against me, digging my nails into the mahogany. He hit my G-spot so good, I had to shut my eyes to take it in.

That was my worst mistake. A memory flooded in. Deja vu, minus it felt so real.

So good.

I moaned.

He thrusted in hard, his c**k filling me whole, God! He was so big.

Needing a distraction from how big he was, I looked over my shoulder and those gray eyes stared directly into mine like a dare or a tease. The bastard smirked and he delivered another powerful thrust, I cried as I buckled, almost falling down but his strong arm was around my belly in a second, holding me in place while he thrusted again. Mercilessly.

"Is it good?" Another thrust. I couldn't take it anymore, I cried.

"Words! Bellisimo," his was a warning.

"YES!" I cried the answer out as I came apart for him in an instant, unable to hold it in anymore.

A soft kiss on my earlobe, he whispered, "Good girl, Mav." Luc!

Guilt flooded in full force now.

What was wrong with me?

This was wrong!

Worst part was, I couldn't even tell my best friend because my best friend was my boyfriend's twin sister.

"Come on," he pulled me up to a stand and like the gentleman he was, carried me to the bathroom.

" We're going to my parents' beach house for the weekend for your birthday."

"Really? I thought we're having dinner with Luci."

He pecked my lips before putting me down in the shower.

"We are, at the beach house. She and Rocky are flying there this afternoon. My parents are flying in tomorrow too. I have a surprise for you."

"Hmm?" I gave him a suggestive smile, wrapping my arms around him but he just laughed it off, not taking the bait.

Choosing not to probe much, I decided to not argue or ask questions.

The flight to San Francisco lasted a little over 5hrs and by the time we got there, it was already late.

Luci and Rocky had to postpone to come the next day and Luc had to fly back to Manhattan after dropping me off because apparently what he forgot back at home was so important, he couldn't do without.

The sudden storm outside kept me restless. I didn't do well with thunder and lightning, thats why I headed down to the kitchen to grab some water when the front door basted open.

I dont know where that amount of brave came from because in the next moment, a bat was in my hand and in motion to bust the intruder's head off.

But he caught it!

And he called me sweetheart. I wanted to cry out to my dead mama and papa. This was the worst time for me to get attacked when I was alone in this foreign place.

Doing the only smart thing, I dialed the police but he was so fast, he took everything from me, and then the lights came on and my heart stopped beating for a solid 3 seconds.

Memories flooded it. Each more vivid than the other. My dreams, my drawing. This man completed the drawing I've been making for 3 years now.

This intruder was the man in my fantasy. The fantasy man I'd been dreaming about.

Then he dropped dead on the ground. That is when I noticed the blood.