The Encounter
1089 Words
There’s something different about this boy. The way he touches me, the way he kisses me. It’s not like the lusty, ravenous encounters I’ve had before.
Ladon’s thumb caresses my face with a tender adoration that sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel my defenses beginning to crumble.
This isn’t what we agreed on. No feelings. No strings. Just tonight. I want to stop kissing him, to push him away and keep him at a safe distance, but I can’t.
The way his tongue explores my mouth makes me melt into his arms. I’m not a vulnerable girl, but the way his hands feel around my body makes me weak in the knees.
Stop it, I tell myself, You don’t need a man. This boy is just like all the others, just for fun.
But despite myself I giggle when he tosses me onto the bed and crawls over me with a mischievous smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes.
What the hell is coming over me? This boy is turning me into one of those mindless, flighty girls that falls at the feet of any man that looks in her direction.
I’m not that kind of girl.
I wipe away the pesky feelings that are creeping up inside of me and push Ladon away just enough to roll on top of him. I need to stay in control.
I poise myself over his body, smirking at the mystified look on his face. I start to move my hips seductively, leaning forward just enough to expose my breasts through my chemise.
His hands gently crawl up my sides, exploring every curve of my body and sending another wave of chills over my skin.
Why is he affecting me like this?
I blink hard, once again erasing the annoying feelings.
I reach down and untie the string at the waistline of his pants, allowing him to pull them off with a frantic speed. My hands find their way up to his stomach, and the feeling of his chiseled abdomen makes my heart race.
Every inch of him is just… delicious.
I have to keep reminding myself why I do this. It’s my freedom. The more I rebel, the less I’m worth as a potential wife. The last thing I want is to be married off to some stranger in a distant country, and I’ve worked hard to establish my… reputation.
He’s just another notch in my belt.
So when I lean down to kiss him, I make sure to leave all emotion out of it. I let my body take over, moving and grinding over him with a primal desire.
I break the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt off, leaving him completely naked under me. His fingers reach for the hem of my chemise, but I swat them away. I have to stay in control, and keeping some clothing on allows me to do that. I don’t get naked. It’s too… vulnerable.
So I take his hands and guide them up my torso until they’re cupping my breasts, and I hear him take in a ragged breath at the sensation.
“Drusilla,” He says breathlessly.
I place a finger over his lips to silence him. No words. They only make it harder for me to keep him at a safe distance.
I keep my finger pressed against his delicious lips and raise my hips over his, then give out a long moan as I slowly sink myself onto him.
He arches his back as the pleasure washes over him, and the sight makes my instinct take over. I begin to move faster, pushing us both closer to the precipice of ultimate pleasure.
I feel his body tensing under mine, and I can tell that he’s close. I the sensation makes my whole body light up with excitement, and I can’t hold back anymore. With one last movement of my hips, Ladon lets out a long moan as pleasure courses through his body, carrying me along with him.
We both collapse in exhausted euphoria, not wanting to say a word that might disturb the perfection of this moment. He takes my hand in his and begins gently rubbing his thumb against the top of my fingertips.
What is he doing?
My mind is telling me to pull away, to get out of here while I still can. But my body is enjoying the tender gesture far too much.
So I sit there and stare at his naked beauty for a little while longer, watching as he drifts off into a peaceful sleep.
His chest rises and falls more heavily, more slowly. I can see that he’s lost in a dream somewhere, and this is my chance to escape. I slip out of the bed as quietly as possible, then begin to search for the clothes that were strewn so hastily around the room.
I tug the corset back on, fumbling with hasty fingers to try to lace it back up. I pull my dirty and tattered dress back over my head and tie my hair up in a sloppy mess, then head to the old door.
But something stops me, an unseen force seems to be pulling me back toward the mysterious boy. I pause to look back over my shoulder at the beautiful man sleeping so peacefully only a few feet away. It would be so easy to climb back into bed with him, to curl up in his arms and be held for a while.
But that’s too dangerous. I can’t risk catching feelings. I have a reputation to uphold, after all.
I’m the bad girl. The rebel. The worthless, magicless disgrace. That’s all I’ll ever be to them, so I may as well embrace it.
So I shake my head and tear my eyes away from the gorgeous man and slip out of the door with one last deep breath.
I’ll never see him again, and that should make this easier. Shouldn’t it?
Why do I feel a crushing emptiness inside of me now?
Get ahold of yourself, Dru. You’ve got to get home before the lockdown begins and you get caught.
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