Amelie
As I stood in front of the mirror without any stitch of clothing on my body I wondered what he had seen or what he’d see if I forgot all my inhibitions and let go. It was the first time I wanted to look at myself, the first time I wanted to look at my body and see what I’ve to offer to him. To Raphael. He was right, by the contract I signed, by marriage I belonged to him. I was his.
And now a part of me longed to be his. Completely. In every sense of that word. I knew he wanted me, I had seen it in his eyes. And it wasn’t just mere lust, at least it doesn’t look like it. The way he touches me, giving me time and space to object. Letting me get used to him. The way he keeps his calm and control as if not to scare me away, like I was some frightened kitten, it all makes me want to g
