With his black platinum card in hand, Saint urged me to indulge in whatever my heart desired. ‘Go ahead, buy an entire jewellery store if you want, Doe,’ he declared. Although his words left me feeling a bit overwhelmed, I couldn’t help but appreciate his gesture. Saint was going to be occupied for a while and this was his way of apologizing, which I found utterly endearing.
I offered Nirali to come along for some shopping since I knew it was her favourite but sadly she declined, saying she wasn’t feeling well. Lately, she’s been avoiding me, and although I wanted to visit her she’s been asking for space. I respected her request and have been waiting for her to feel comfortable enough to talk to me. I’ve been accompanied by my 13 bodyguards during my solo mall stroll, taking in the sights and choosing some cute and sexy clothing. As I felt myself getting thirsty from all the walking, I paused in front of a smoothie stand and ordered a strawberry coconut smoothie. After waiting for a few minutes, the lady handed me my drink and I thanked her before taking a sip and enjoying the refreshing taste.
I was unaware of the passage of time until I glanced at my phone. To my surprise, I had already been at this location for three hours, though it didn’t feel that long. Out of the corner of my eye, I observed the guards who kept a safe distance from me and wore regular clothes to avoid arousing suspicion.
Despite their cold and intimidating demeanour, guilt washed over me as I realized that they had been carrying all my bags and walking for a long time.
One quick stop and they could finally return home. While en route to the store, I received a notification on my phone, and my face lit up when I saw the sender’s name. Opening the text filled me with excitement and generated a broad smile on my face.
Saint: You’re having fun with our money?
Me: You did say I should spoil myself and not to mention buy a whole jewellery store…?
Saint: I’m teasing doe, are you okay though?
A flurry of butterflies took flight in my belly, their wings beating fast and loud. Though it may seem like the bare minimum, his sweet treatment of me sends me spiraling up into the heavens, dizzy with delight.
Me: Yes, I just want to buy some perfumes and handbags and then I’ll return home. How’s everything at work?
Saint: There is a lot of shit going down all I could think of in the middle of this crisis is being in your arms when I come back.
Me: 🙁
Saint: I’ll give you whatever you want tonight.
Me: Oh really? What is anything that you are referring to?
Saint: Not sure but make sure you’re naked as well. I’d prefer that very much.
I playfully rolled my eyes.
As I pondered my options, my mind drifted to the tantalizing piece of lingerie I had purchased several weeks ago. The mere thought of it made my heart race and my cheeks flush. With a sly smile, I knew this was the perfect opportunity to slip into something daring and let my inhibitions run wild. As I sent my reply, I couldn’t help but bite down on my lower lip in excitement.
Me: I guess you’re finally giving me the upper hand?
Saint: Just for tonight doe.
Me: Then I won’t let a single second go to waste once you come back home.
Me: I’ve got something in mind 😉
I lightly giggle as he replies immediately.
Saint: Which is?
Me: Wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise.
As I stride into the store, my phone beeps with a playful ping. A devious grin spreads across my lips as I saunter over to the perfume counter, selecting a scent that exudes the essence of luxury and elegance. Next, I beeline to the collection of designer bags, carelessly grabbing three, relishing in the knowledge that my beloved Saint has ordered me to indulge.
Suddenly, my phone rings and I eagerly glance at the caller ID: Saint. My smile broadens as I hush the device, slipping it back into my purse before heading towards the checkout counter. With a quick swipe of my credit card, I secure my purchases and prepare to exit the store.
Just as I’m leaving, one of the guards assigned to me appears by my side, extending his hand towards my bags and flashing a rugged, Scottish-accented voice. ‘Let me help you with that Mrs. Dé Leon.’ My heart flutters, and I can’t resist flashing him a charming smile as I relinquish the bags, feeling grateful for the chivalrous gesture. ‘Thank you,’ I chirp, as he nods and respectfully takes a few steps back.
As we left the mall and entered the parking lot, the guards formed a human shield around me at a distance of 6 feet. A black SUV arrived and one of the guards opened the back door for me. After I got in, the driver greeted me and began the car’s engine. The vehicle then left, followed by other cars, all the way to our mansion.
Anticipation hummed in my veins, my mind racing with possibilities as I waited for Saint to return home. With his dominant tendencies temporarily relinquished, I was left with an unfamiliar but thrilling sense of power. The possibilities seemed limitless, but I decided to start small – a simple request that he prepare dinner instead of me.
And prepare he did. As I stepped into our beautifully set dining room, my eyes widened in awe. He had thought of everything – the table was adorned with fragrant flowers and flickering candles, my favourite Merlot glistening in the light. And the food. Oh, the food. My mouth watered as I admired his handiwork, grateful for the chance to luxuriate in the fruits of his labor.
Enraptured by the exquisite aroma, my mouth waters as I gaze admiringly at the feast my dear husband has prepared. The braids of my hair, flaxen and al uring, dangle tantalizingly over my naked shoulders, and my eyes glimmer like stars in the intimate glow of candlelight. Saint’s passionate hunger is palpable as he moves forward to embrace me, but I silence him with a sultry whisper.
‘First feed me, then fuck me,’ I murmur, my voice honeyed but authoritative.
My words are like sweet torture to my beloved, who groans in dismay before pulling out a chair for me to sit on. I cross my legs coquettishly, making sure my knees are raised high by my heels, and rest my hands in my lap. Saint resumes eating, and I watch him with a teasing glint in my eye, head tilted to the side as I arch a brow.
‘What are you doing?’ I questioned him in a tone as if scolding him.
‘I’m eating. Then I’ll feed you,’ he replied, locking his eyes onto mine. ‘I told you to feed me, and that’s what I want. Remember the deal for tonight. I get whatever I want.’
Saint amused himself with a light chuckle before repositioning his chair to my side of the table. As he began to feed me, I savoured each bite as if it were a divine delicacy. My slow and seductive movements with the fork only added to the intensity of the moment.
With his eyes fixed on my every movement, Saint’s admiration grew with each passing second. His expression darkened with a newfound hunger, as he watched me lick my lips in satisfaction. He was captivated by my every move, eagerly anticipating what else the night would bring.
As I savored the sensual display, I detected his escalating arousal and then his bulging erection, yet he persisted in feeding me until I was satiated.
When I completed my meal, I took a sip of wine and found it to be a delicious accompaniment.
Saint unexpectedly commented, ‘You’re incredibly sexy when you boss me around.’ I responded with a sweet smile, kissed his cheek, and whispered, ‘I want a bath. Bathe me, Saint.’
Saint reacted with a shaky whimper and a throat-clearing, which raised the hairs on the back of my neck, filling me with an intense and unsettling sensation. I accepted Saint’s proffered hand, and he led me back to the bedroom.
‘Please wait here I’ll be back,’ he murmured as he disappeared through the door. I perched on the edge of the bed, my legs crossed daintily and tried to control my racing heart. Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of running water filled the room, and I knew he was back. I didn’t have to wait long as Saint returned, catching me in a sultry pose, my leg playfully kicking up as I wiggled my foot at him.
Moving towards me with poised grace, Saint approached me and knelt down before me, his fingers deftly undoing the buckle of my pencil heel.
With a swift motion, he reversed my legs, lifting the other shoe, the one cloaking its sister in sensuous mystery. His gaze burned hot against my silky skin, sending shockwaves down my spine, heating my bones, and leaving me shivering with want.
With just a gentle nudge, the sensation of his touch alone threatened to leave me breathless. But I remained composed, taking in every moment as he gracefully slid the stocking down my sculpted leg, all the way to my dainty ankle. Ever so gently, he lifted my foot and like a true artist, rolled the stocking off my heel. The other was removed with equal finesse, and I regained my footing.
There Saint remained – an adoring worshiper at the altar of my beauty – as he went about the business of unzipping my skirt. A festive pair of red thong panties delicately trimmed with lace were revealed as they slid down my legs, with his tender help. His hands roamed passionately up the curve of my thighs, over my hips, all the way to my waist, holding me firmly in place as he stood.
With great effort, he started undoing the corset and it tumbled down to the ground along with the rest of my clothes. I stood bare before him and could tell that he was eager to have me, as he nibbled on his lower lip. He embraced me and made a move to kiss me.
‘No, no,’ I declared as I backed away and shook my finger in his face. ‘Bath first.’
‘Fuck Irena this is pure torture,’ he complains and I smile as I walk into the bathroom.
He helped me into the tub and then knelt beside it. I handed him a bath sponge and body wash. He carefully soaped and rinsed my luscious body. My slippery wet skin felt like silk. He raised each leg in turn; soaped and rinsed them as well. He cleans my pussy and I moan at the sensation of his hand gliding over my bare skin and then between my lips. After bathing me Saint toweled me off then we moved back to the bedroom.
‘I’m going to go change. Stay here,’ I instructed. Saint’s eyes were bright with eagerness but he managed to keep a neutral expression. I made my way to the walk-in closet and immediately put on the lingerie.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel pleased with how the delicate fabric clung to my curves. I made a few adjustments and ran my fingers over the faint stretch marks on my rear end.
I wasn’t trying to brag, but I knew I looked desirable. I couldn’t wait to see the expression on Saint’s face when he returned.
He loves to tease me so now it’s my turn to have fun.
I covered myself up with a robe and wandered through the closet. My fingertips brushed over the fabric of the expensive suit jackets and trench coats. I stopped in front of the drawers and pulled them open individually.
Each of them is used to store socks, watches, cuffs, ties, and more. Until I came to the last drawer. I pull it open and my heart drops when I see what’s in front of me.
Cuffs, whips, and different sorts of knives are neatly laid out. I picked up the silver cuffs, analyzed it carefully then placed them back down then my fingertips brushed over the silk of the whips then traced over the silver of the knives. I’m not shocked, no I am intrigued.
Has Saint been storing these for me or he had them before we even got married…
I don’t think twice as I take the cuffs and blindfold. When I stepped out of the closet Saint’s gaze trialled down to the stuff in my hands.
‘You went through my drawers.’ he points out casually, his voice is low and tone calm and collected but the raging storm swimming in his darkened green pools says otherwise. A long beat of silence as I drew closer. ‘Why do you stash cuffs, whips, and knives?’ I changed the subject. Saint’s jaw ticked.
I walked over to the bed and tossed them on it.
‘Do you use these?’ I question, turning to face him. His features are sharp and tipped with malice. A prickling sensation that webs my nerves.
I look directly into those green eyes. ‘I used to,’ he answers truthfully. ‘But the ones I used are no longer here. Those are new. I was planning on using them on you.’
I nod.
I bite down on my lower lip, approaching Saint. I fluttered my eyelashes and smiled innocently. ‘I want to use them…’ I pause, Saint’s gaze darkened with amusement. ‘On you.’
He raises a perfect brow, a wicked grin gracing his sinful lips.
Removing the robe, I allow it to slip off me and Saint’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he runs his hand through his hair.
‘You’re going to remove all your clothes and I want you to lay on the bed,’
I ordered. Saint tilts his head to the side, his eyes admiring my body. He lets out a low chuckle before unbuttoning his shirt. My mouth watering when his defined muscles are in view, tossing the shirt away he does the same with his pants, shoes, and socks and stays in his briefs. He walks over to the bed and climbs on it. Laying on his back with his hands behind his head as he watched me with intimidating eyes.
With a smile on my face, I took hold of the handcuffs and blindfold then got onto the bed, crawling towards him. I secured him to the bedpost, and he wriggled his wrists before locking eyes with me. He gazed at me with passion-filled eyes and groaned. Trying to escape the cuffs, he struggled but was unsuccessful, and eventual y let out a frustrated sigh. I crouched down, moving sensual y, feeling the warmth of his exposed skin on my thighs, the strong muscular contour against my bare ass.
‘You’re enjoying this, taunting me?’ he questions darkly and I let out a light giggle. ‘Far than you can imagine.’
I spread myself wider and ground my strapped naked skin into the bunched cloth, his cock a bar of heat between my spread butt, rising, twitching along my hip.
‘Let’s get something straight here,’ I said sternly. ‘Today I get anything I want, right?’
‘Right,’ he answered.
‘Well, what I want is you. I own you. I can do whatever I want to you and you’ll do whatever I say, right?’
‘Right.’
This was something I never knew I was capable of; forceful, dominant, and sexually aggressive. It scared me, but I liked it.
Before blindfolding him, I lowered and licked his hard erection. The only thing that was separating me from suffocating on his big dick was the briefs he was wearing. My pussy throbbed as I freed his beautiful cock. Unable to stop myself, I immediately bent to take it into my mouth, luxuriating in the width and hardness of him and knowing that it was all mine to play with.
Moving my head up and down, I fucked him rhythmically with my mouth and heard him gasp as I pushed his cock deeper down into my throat with each movement. ‘Fuuuck.’ Saint groaned as I did my magic. I slid my lips down his shaft, continuing my exhilarating assault on his glans with my tongue. I gripped his balls as I sucked at him, feeling the blood pulsing as his excitement increased. His whimpering got louder as his body jerked.
He thrust up into my throat and I moaned when his tip hit the back of my throat, hard.
‘Irena.’ Saint whimpers, indicating that he is close. I immediately pull away his cock slipping out my mouth with a sloppy pop. I licked my lips, savouring the pre cum then crawled up Saint. Pushing my thin fabric aside to reveal my pussy. A buzz of desire had held me in its thrall, moisture had clung to my pussy lips
‘Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,’ I ordered. Saint jerks his wrists and groans. ‘You’re lucky I’m cuffed to the bed.’ He utters to himself, heat licks every nerve in my body.
Saint opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue. My legs are resting on each side of his face as I hovered over him. I hold onto the bedpost and lower my inner thighs onto his face. Groaning as I felt his tongue lick my entrance.
His tongue takes lazy licks up my slit, before entering me, fucking me. My long braids swish against my breasts as I move against him.
My clit had never ached like this. It was swollen and needy, and he was driving me fucking crazy. ‘Yes, fuck yes.’ I bucked my hips up at his face.
‘More.’ I whimpered.
His hot tongue tugged at my folds, the bareness of my vagina feeling extra sensitive. I arched against the bed. The bedpost screeches as I dig my nails into it. Tingled in my fingers as I gripped for purchase. My body felt electric like at any moment I would fly off into the air. Divine pressure massaged me, and I tensed as he bit down on my sensitive cunt before he plunged his tongue in my entrance again, flicking my clit like a savage–teasing the opening of my cunt. A loud moan ripped from me. His lips seemed to smile, so smug and pleased with the noise he evoked.
He drew my labia into his mouth, gently squeezing them between his lips and running his tongue over the tips. ‘That’s it, Saint,’ I yelled, thrusting my hips forward, stopping and shuddering in ecstasy. He plunged his tongue into my vagina as deeply as he could manage. My muscles tensed and my thighs squeezed together when he slurped me up. I bucked again, and again his tongue sent me to see the stars.
‘I need you inside me,’ I moaned and turned around to straddle his hips.
Then I lowered myself onto his cock and began bucking back and forth and up and down with more enthusiasm than ever before. We both shuddered in pleasure. I felt the walls of my vagina constrict around his cock as I stroked up and down his thick long length.
A tear formed in the corner of my eye as the head of his dick taunted me, over and over, just barely nudging my sweet spot.
‘You’re… driving me insane.’ he moans. ‘Please, fuck let me see you.’
Finally giving in I remove the blindfold and meet his intimidating gaze as I bounce on his cock. My hands were on his chest, my cheeks clapping with each thrust. Tears blissfully streak down my face at how deep it is, how good it fucking feels to ride him. How he filled me up. It felt like home.
He smirked, licking his lips. ‘I know, baby. And it feels good, doesn’t it?’
He groaned and leaned his head back. His hands clenched whilst he cuffed to the bedpost. ‘You feel so fucking good Doe.’ he praises, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I whimper and groan. ‘You’re doing so good riding my cock like my greedy whore.’
The way he praises and degrades me sends shivers trailing up my spine with pleasure. Heat swelled in my cheeks and along my chest. I gazed down and admired how he looked with him buried inside of me. I leaned toward him. Our tongues danced together as our bodies melded into one. Kissing me passionately as his cock plunged to new depths. We clung to one another.
My hands wandered over his smooth skin, never knowing where to stop, or what to touch. All thoughts left my mind. I held on tight as I rode him.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck me.”
The ridge of his cock stroked my front wall, sending melting warmth through me, gasping and loving the way his hair framed his face. Heat trickled down inside me once again, our bodies shook and tensed, meeting a climax together. Silence fell over us as I softly kissed him. Slowly, he regained his breath and I stroked his cheek.
“You are desirable.”
I gasp with uncontrol able laughter, pressing my lips to his once more even as he remains inside me. Instinctively, my fingers seize the keys and unshackle him in one swift motion. In response, Saint lifts me effortlessly off his dick, pivoting me around to all fours. I clutch the sheets tightly as he seizes my hips, urging me to arch my back and submit myself to his penetration once more.
For a moment, my senses are overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure, and I can’t help but whimper and bite my lip. He grips the nape of my neck with one hand, pulling me close enough to kiss me tenderly, his cock still pulsing within me.
Without warning, Saint smacks my ass with his free hand, eliciting a gasp that turns into a moan of pleasure as he slams into me again. Desperately, I grind against him, my eyes rolling back as he quickens his pace and fucks me relentlessly from behind.
‘You feel so fucking good.’ As Saint moaned, it was as if I were lost in a misty dream world. My mind became consumed with carnal desires that I struggled to control. With each forceful thrust, a lustful euphoria enveloped me and rendered me powerless to resist. The sensation of his balls slapping against my skin with each effortless slide of his body into mine was surreal.
My body was drenched in sweat, my breath labored as though I’d just run a marathon. I bit down hard on my lip until it nearly bled, so intense was the pleasure. The groans, moans, and whimpers we emitted were like a divine chorus, and every note was my favorite as Saint took me apart.
And in the moment everything collapsed as we both reached the euphoria.
The pleasurable bliss washing over us. I cried out as Saint whimpered uncontrol ably. As he ejaculated in me, the feeling of warm liquid oozes out of my entrance, trailing down my inner thigh. Our bodies sweating and tensed as we allowed the feeling to take over. In the last moments, we try to control our breaths
My mind was still reeling when Saint leaned in, his lips finding my neck in a fiery kiss. His strong hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure to make me shiver. Lifted, I pressed my back against his chest and wrapped my hand around his neck. While I’m still inside of him.
Eager to meet his gaze, I turned to face him, locking eyes for a brief moment. His smile was like sunshine, his single dimple making an appearance as he pinched my nipples between his fingers. A shudder ran through me, and I knew that sleep was out of the question tonight.
‘There’s no sleep tonight,’ I breathed, my lips meeting his in a hungry kiss.
He pulled back, grinning against my lips. ‘And as promised, I’ll ruin you in the best way possible tonight.’
A gentle knock echoed through the room. ‘Enter,’ I chimed, sliding on the diamond earrings that Saint had presented to me the week before. Today, Saint and I were going out, but I had no clue about our destination. He had even gifted me a dress for the occasion; it was sheer, bejewelled with diamonds, and covered in delicate rose patterns that hugged my body and highlighted my curves. My braids flowed down my neck, and my subtle makeup was only amplified by the contrast of my daring red lipstick.
The door opened, and one of the maids stepped into the room. She seemed to be in her early forties, her silver hair framing her face. ‘The car is prepared, ma’am,’ she announced.
‘Thank you very much,’ I murmured appreciatively, and she gave me a courteous nod before exiting.
I wear my coat and rise from the chair. I exit the room and stop on my feet when I notice white petals on the floor. I smile and follow the trail of petals which lead me outside and a black Mercedes waits for me and Saint in a dressed suit. As the chill of the wind kisses my cheeks and the sky transforms into a gentle shade of gray, all living beings seem to disappear into hiding.
The world around me, once vibrant and full of colour, now appears barren and lifeless. However, this transformation also brings with it the anticipation of something magical: snow. With its graceful descent from the heavens, snowflakes fall like angels, each one unique in its shape and form. Gently, they land on the earth, creating a soft white blanket that covers everything in sight. Snow is a true wonder to behold – a sight that fills the heart with joy and wonder. For those who never get to witness its beauty, they miss out on a true marvel of nature.
My eyes grow wide as he reveals a beautiful full bouquet of white roses.
‘Saint, these are beautiful.’ I gasp as he hands me the bouquet, and my eyes grow wide. These are heavy. He approached me, his 6,4 height hovering over me as he placed a kiss on my forehead. ‘You look stunning. I can’t wait to rip this dress off you tonight,’ he mumbles and I’m greeted by heat flushing my cheeks. I playfully roll my eyes.
The maid from earlier reappears and I step back. She smiles. ‘I will be taking these ma’am and setting them in the kitchen.’ She states and walks away with the beautiful bouquet of white roses. I’ve grown fond of them since Saint always gets me white roses.
As he presents me with a stunning bouquet of white roses, my eyes widen in awe. ‘These are beautiful, Saint,’ I gasp as he hands me the bouquet, my arms straining under their weight. Towering over me at 6’4′, he leans in to place a tender kiss on my forehead. ‘You look stunning. I can’t wait to rip that dress off you tonight,’ he murmurs, causing my cheeks to flush with heat. I roll my eyes playfully.
Just then, the maid from earlier reappears and I step back as she takes the bouquet from me. ‘I will be taking these, ma’am, and setting them in the kitchen,’ she smiles before walking away. I’ve grown fond of white roses, as Saint always gets them for me.
Saint helps me into the car and buckles me up before rounding the car and taking his place in the driver’s seat. The engine roars to life as we drive away in silence for 20 minutes. Finally, I break the silence. ‘Where are we going?’
He chuckles. ‘Do you know the definition of surprise, Doe?’ I scowl at him and he shakes his head, squeezing my thigh with his free hand as the other controls the steering wheel. ‘I’ve been clueless for weeks and the suspense is killing me,’ I complain, staring out the window at the winter wonderland outside.
As the wind begins to nip at my face and the sky turns a light gray, I can feel the anticipation building. Snow is a magical thing, fluttering down from the sky with grace and elegance, softly landing on the earth to create a white blanket covering the ground. Snow is truly a remarkable sight, but those who never see it regularly miss its beauty.
Soon, the Eiffel Tower comes into view, lit up by dozens of spotlights arranged along its girders. Cones of light highlight the structure and reveal it in a new light, both from the bottom and from the second level, where the tower’s curved silhouette serves up an unbeatable view.
‘We’re here,’ Saint proclaims, gesturing to the tower. My eyes widen as it looms larger and larger in the window. ‘The Eiffel Tower?!’ I squeal, and he nods as the view gets closer by the second. ‘I rented the whole tower just for the two of us,’ he calmly states, and my heart drops in amazement.
Speechless, I can only admire the historic building as Saint helps me out of the car. We walk together to the tower and climb into the elevator as it lifts us up. The breathtaking city of Paris spreads out before us, and I can hardly take it all in. ‘This is beautiful,’ I breathe.
‘And it’s all for you, Doe,’ Saint says, placing a kiss on my forehead. As the elevator comes to a stop, the doors slide open and we are greeted by the heavenly smell of garlic and butter. My mouth waters as we enter the restaurant located inside the tower, and a waiter approaches us with a huge smile on his face.
The wood floor of the indoor restaurant complements the white painted ceiling, with black chairs and tables lit by candles and red roses scattered across the floors. To my left is a huge window that shows the view of the city, with the towers’ poles crisscrossing each other to add an extra effect.
‘Mr. and Mrs. Dé Leon, it’s a pleasure to have you with us. My name is Louís, and I’ll be your waiter for the rest of the night,’ Louís introduces himself in a thick French accent. ‘Let me show you to your table.’ Saint and I follow Louís to our table, where two menus are already waiting for us.
Saint helps me into my seat and takes his seat. ‘This place is beautiful,’ I tell him as Louís walks away. Saint tucks his phone into his jacket and watches me intently, causing me to shift uncomfortably.
Finally, he speaks. ‘How did you pull off renting the whole tower?’ I ask, still in disbelief.
‘Irena, have you forgotten that I can buy you a whole city if you’d just ask?’ he states matter-of-factly, causing me to flush. Sometimes I forget how insanely rich Saint is, and how he can use his own money to disappear from society.
Louís arrives once more – quietly opening the bottle and pouring the wine before leaving it aside again. While taking another sip of my beverage, Saint observes me with an intense level of intimacy by tilting his head slightly to the side. Rising from the chair he adjusts his suit and gestures his hand for me to take.
‘Aren’t we going to order food first?’ I question. ‘We have all the time in the world.’ I smile, placing my glass down. I place my hands in his and our hands lock together as he guides me to a different room.
The room is illuminated with candles and fairy lights. Soft music hums in the air, white glowing roses are scattered on the floor, and the city night view of Paris is visible through the glass windows. The candles provide us with a soft, flickering reflection as Saint slips me into his arms. I enjoy the softness of his touch and the spicy masculine smell of him. The sensual song sets emotions on fire, emotions so deep and tender that we savour each touch and human sensation of a long, slow dance.
I look up, meeting his eyes. The colour of forest green, paved with a path that I’ll take forever. They say green is the strongest colour because it ignites the new season after the passing of wintry days, and in that, his eyes were born strong, beautiful, and dangerous.
We move quietly in each other’s arms. My head rests against his chest. Each heartbeat is in sync with mine. The wine pulsates through my veins, casting a warm glow upon me and allowing the magic of true chemistry to expand between us.
I draw him even closer and allow him to feel the warmth in my strength.
We do not hurry this dance, but simply take pleasure in being close and knowing we will have no boundaries between us during, or after the slow dance ends. He lifts my face to him to search my eyes in the soft candlelight and gently tastes his lips. I love the smell of his skin and let him feel the touch of my lips and breath against his neck.
He moves closer, and my body responds to the kiss. My breasts press against his chest as my hands move up and down his back. His fingertips trace through the skin on my neck, followed by gentle kisses.
My body responds to his touch as he brings my emotions higher in the night. My hands move to his face to kiss him softly and see the passion in Saint’s eyes.
‘Je T’aime. Te Amo. Eu amo você. Phom rak khun. Ana ahibuk. Te quiero. Ya lyublyu tebya. Kocham cię. I love you, Irena. I love you in any language, I love you in any form. I love you in every universe. Far more than I can figure out how to put in words. Loving you with my madness is the best way to keep me sane,’ he whispers.
My heart thunders in my chest as I look at him with so much emotion. He smiles, stroking my cheek.
‘You don’t have to say it back though. I’m just telling you to make sure that what I’m feeling is real.’
And just like that realization dawns over me.
Saint is in love with me.
