CRIMSON EMBRACE

π| ONE ***That utterly heavenly body that stands at the doorway, well I want it... ~CARMEN You are still bent over the counter or rather over your cellphone at the bar. You are still trying to understand the series of abbreviations that someone had sent to you. They had been sent on purpose to undoubtedly infuriate you like always when a small gasp some how meets your ears. You instantly pay attention to your surroundings. You notice then that the atmosphere is as quiet as a graveyard. You instantly begin to wonder what the cause is and in turn gently whirl your head around in the direction of everyone's eyes. And it is then that you see her, the cause of everything. Damn! She is hot! She is everything on heels. Is it s*x, passion, fire, appeal or whatever! Name it! Your eyes threaten to fall out of your hollow sockets the moment you encounter everything that is her. She is a full force. And everything about her instantly lures you into sin—like a siren's song, lulling, beckoning. Everything from her full wavy black hair with streaks of red in them, cutely framing her round face to her tempting full red lips and her tight amazing body. Your eyes does its duty of sweeping up and down her tight figure in one straight glance, but retaining every detail possible of the beautiful woman. You can already feel your body craving her by the warmth that begins to pool in your stomach and your erratic heartbeat that never ceased to betray you. She stands poised at the entrance; unperturbed, seemingly distracted by something—whatever she was thinking about. You wonder if she is debating on something from the look on her very beautiful face. And when her eyes suddenly glance in your direction, you instantly stiffen. You feel the emotions oozing out of those dark orbs, your ever needy body tightening pleasantly. How you always loved that feeling, especially for a woman who looked exactly like that. Then, her eyes meet yours, glancing slowly to the left to look into your emerald eyes. 'f**k!' you say out loudly as she holds your gaze. Heat travels through you like electric current in an electric circuit and you feel as if you will pass out from the intensity of it. She might not have heard you. No, she must have heard you. You are sure of it from the way the corners of her mouth lift into a very pleased smile. And then... She approached you. @OmaPhinaPhire🔥