Hug me, Igor.

At that moment, she took his breath away but her physical presence reminded him to breathe. He stared at her soft lips and slowly leaned over the bed. The distance of their faces shortened as the bed sank a little under his weight.

And then he kissed her.

She tasted of wine; it was like taking a sip of eternity, of the sun, of the stars, of the sky

The touch of her lips filled his core with desire as if fire raged within his bones and as if his soul became water

Their lips rubbed, gently. The feel of her lips the softness it melted him away, no, ignited his soul.

He caressed her hair and cupped her cheek, her neck, and embraced her with all that he could give.

She raised her hand slightly and her lips parted a little.

His tongue penetrated her mouth.

Ah

Her tongue had been pushed back.

Roughly.

Her tongue was covetous, he thought.

Instinctively, she pulled back and ran away, but he followed her. Persistently.

He twined his tongue with hers.

His heart pounded.

Violently.

He sought to find his place in between her arms, in between her tender lips.

She plucked the courage she never had and carefully kissed him back.

Clumsily.

Her kiss was inelegant but he stopped his movement and a groan slipped out of the gap of his lips.

You Rihannan he muttered with flushed cheek that was as red as wine.

Her body fell back and touched the bed against his pull. As she fell, he kissed her passionately.

She felt his weight under his frantic kiss.

She had trouble moving.

Whenever his tongue moved with hers, she could hear sloppy wet sounds and she blushed red. It was the first she heard of such dirty sounds during a kiss.

Was this normal?

She never had such strong, passionate kiss with him nor could she remember. Their kisses were always formal and awkward. Shed stay still with eyes shut tightly. It was what she was taught to do when spending the night with a man. And she was afraid of the man who despised her. It sent her further in oblivion.

Hed touch her, caress her for minutes long and shed remain like a stone. Hed pull away from her and sighed lowly. She did not know what his action meant, but her instinct told her that he did not like spending time with her. Her body tightened further and dried up. And when he sought her body, her garden, she bit her lips and endured the shame.

The night would end with pain.

But she did not know that this was abnormal.

She thought it was though. That this was how love was made. But this was not the case when she heard rumors whispered in secret by the ladies-in-waiting that he was dissatisfied with her and received much greater pleasure with Leticia.

She pushed the thoughts away and looked at him, at Igor. His black-hair flowed down his forehead and his eyes looked at her like she was the only one. She was unaware that she smothered his thoughts and dreams and danced beautifully inside his heart.

Igor stared at her with trembling eyes and rubbed her swollen lips gently.

I told you that once you accept me Ill want you and Ill never stop

He spoke lowly, softly, tenderly and held her face in his hands.

He kissed her.

Again.

Deeply.

He was hers.

He belonged to her.

His fingers roamed her body, roamed her chest covered with thin clothing.

She bit her lips and shut her eyes. A slight sensation struck her.

Ah!

A loud moan slipped out and she blushed with shame while he drew his lips to a content smile.

Are you feeling it, Rihannan?

Feel what?