Siana 27 Feelings

But She didn't stop there. She gave me the most beautiful confession I could ever dream of. For the first time in my life I was judged not based on my power, looks or background but rather for who I really am. She said she liked the real me, no she said she had fallen for me.

Her head is resting on my shoulder now and it feels so d.a.m.n right. Having her in my embrace feels like having a lost part of me returned to me. I can feel her breath on me. I want to embrace her, to kiss her and ... to have her.

I need to calm down.

I take a deep breath and carefully wrap my arms around her. She gasps. G.o.d, how can you make someone's voice so beautiful?

No, this is not enough. I need her closer to me. I tighten my hold on her and pull her towards me.

I don't know what to say and I don't know how to control what I want to do.

Her smell is invading my senses. Does she even realize what she is doing to me? I can't help but caress her back, her hair. No, I want more, I need more.

I kiss her hair. With every kiss I breath in her unique scent that's driving me crazy.

Her clothes are on my way and, h.e.l.l, they are so d.a.m.n annoying. I want to touch HER not her clothes.

Wait, there is no way I can let anyone see her like this. I look around at my people. They get my signal and soon we are left alone with people guarding the entrances to the business cla.s.s.

I can hear loud heartbeats, but I am not sure who they belong to. No, actually I know. They are ours, our hearts beat in unison as if they are a single ent.i.ty.

She still hasn't raised her head from my embrace. Huh, my Queenie is feeling shy I guess. Honestly, I still can't believe she pulled off something like that. If this is a dream I don't want to wake up.

I caress her silky hair that feels so soft in my rough hands I am afraid I might damage them somehow. I can't help anymore and I slid one of my hands under her grey hoodie. It's weird how giddy it makes me feel seeing that we are in matching outfits.

I can feel her trust for me. I can feel her reliance. It's true that I know her more than anyone else, and I also know that she had always trusted me, but until this moment I realized neither the extent of her trust nor the existence of her reliance.

I can feel her skin under my hand. For the first time in my life I don't know how to express myself so I use my actions to talk for me. I try to be as gentle as possible. She stirs in my embrace upon my touch. I stop and look down at her. As much as I want to get closer to her I can't force my way. I need to wait until she is completely comfortable.

She finally raises her head. G.o.d, throughout all these years I have never seen such a bashful expression on my haughty Queen's face. Others may think that she is an angel, but I know better what a demoness she can become if need be.

I smile without even thinking of anything. Her sight alone is enough to cause me smile. She is my suns.h.i.+ne, my source of life.

"Not so naughty anymore, are you Queenie?" I provoke her deliberately.

"And not so depressed anymore, are you King?"

She gives me her haughty look. My aim is achieved: she is back to normal.

She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life: both inside and outside. Be it past or present I can bet my life no one can match her. She is only inches away from me.I gawk at the close-up sight of her.

Seems like I overestimated my patience, I can't hold back anymore. I bring up my hand from her hair to the back of her head. Without further ado I bring her towards me and I claim those rosy luscious lips of hers. I can feel her confusion but at the same time I can feel her consent.

A barrage of emotions is invading me. The feel that she gives, the smell that she emanates... no, I want more... i don't want to just feel her, I want to explore her, to taste her...

I adjust my hand and with my tongue on her lips and my thumb on her chin I fight for entrance. She opens her eyes suddenly, and I do so too. Our eyes meet and I convey my message through mine: Sorry Queenie, there is no way I am backing off now. I close my eyes and continue my actions. She soon grants me access.

I have never tasted anything even a hundredth of her sweetness, her additive taste that would put any type of drug at shame. She perfectly completes me in every aspect. Even the size of her mouth... She tries to refuse my invasion, but soon we start a dance of tongues. I feel ecstatic. If there is heaven on earth, then she surely is mine.

...

She is suddenly running out of breath. I don't want our moment to stop but she starts biting me... and hard at that. Hmm, her naughty self is back.

Reluctantly I let her go. She gasps for breath and I do too. I didn't realize I needed some air too, she is my air afterall.

She looks at me savagely with heavy breathing. My gaze has still not left her face, and it's not like it will anytime soon, when she suddenly opens her mouth and says enunciating each word,

"You are not allowed to even touch me for a week. Try me and you will experience the graveness of the effects."

It takes me some time to come back to my senses and digest what she just said. Her voice is as melodious as ever. The movements of her lips is so enticing to me I want to claim them again...

But, Wait a sec... What did she mean just now? What just happened? Where the heck did I go wrong? Can someone explain me what triggered her?