Enrique
I held Rachel in my arms, laying her in the bed in her room. Her dark blonde hair fell in waves around her and over her shoulders. Her blue eyes were wide and eager as I stood over her.
The moonlight reflected off her cream skin and I felt my heart hammering in my chest knowing that this angel, this beautiful woman, loved me.
I was going to make her mine.
I gazed at her body, every inch, every curve and shadow. She instinctively reached to cover her leg but I stopped her.
“Don’t.. please don’t.” I told her. And she slowly pulled her hand away. I knew it was taking everything in her to trust me, to show herself to me in the most terrifying way ever to her. But I meant it when I said that I found her beautiful. Her knee, although different, was not something I found repulsive.
