Dreadful Desire

Chapter 59

Sunday

THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP! The deep pound of Axles beating heart resonates in my ear, it appeases my soul.

Eyelids undulating at a steady pace, glancing at his divinely tattooed torso fluctuating with every drawn breath. The warmth of security envelopes me, basking with merriment of our current situation.

The caress of his arm wrapped, weighing on my back, coiling at my waist to sense his hand warm my hip evokes the sentiment of protection. Arm draped around his waist, face flat upon his chest, legs tangled in the sheets, woven between limbs, feeling his heat beneath me, graces me with a comfort I've come to adore.

In a foolish attempt to escape, I discern my muscles have atrophied. Last night flickers before my eyes, lips stretching into a giggly smile across my face, still unable to shift, enjoying the sweet agony of my tortuous state.

Pigments delicately flood through the floor to ceiling windows, capturing my attention. Velvety hues of orange, pink and blue dance in the sky illuminating his once dreary chamber, shadowing his every curve, dip and crevice. With malleable pressure, fingers make way, tracing his decorated flesh.

Taking in the vastness of his boudoir for the very first time, airy and masculine with dark undertones and modern straight lines. Thin wood paneled ceiling accompanied by recessed lighting, an astounding view granted by the massive glass encasing an alcove. Walls coated in cool shades of slate with one white accent wall for a pop of color. Sleek dark furniture to match the masculine ambiance, smoke-grey herringbone wood floors, two contrasting carpets, dark hued and ashen bringing life to the floor, and a platform bed, conducive for our activities.  

"Alexa! Close the blinds," jolting from his gravelly voice sends an inviting chill down my spine. The blinds proceed to cover the majestic view at his command, engulfing us in appreciated darkness. Arms contracting around my waist, hauling me closer as if that's even possible. Craning his neck to place a gentle kiss on my forehead, he liberates a deep, satisfied sigh.

The edges of my lips curl, this is my craving, with him, in his rugged muscular arms, happily bonded and ... smitten. Head shifting, chestnut-colored orbs absorbing every inch of his God-given features, filling my lungs to capacity, releasing it just the same in immense satisfaction.

I'm here ... enveloped in his ripped, embellished arms, in his massive bed, shielded. Eyes flickering at my exhaustion, slowly descending upon each other until obsidian rolls warmth from head to toe, drifting, in the arms of the man I potentially see a future with.