All her life she was teased about being spoiled but today, her wedding day, she would finally be spoiled. She would make sure she had something to remember Grier by before she married the Duke and all her fantasies were out of reach.
Elaira stretched up on her toes and clutched Grier’s Granite arms. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Her heart ricocheted inside her ribs. She’d dreamt about Grier taking her into his arms for so long…
Elaira stiffened. Grier’s arms weren’t touching her. He wasn’t kissing her. His lips pulled tight, not allowing her in. Elaira pushed her body against his, urging him to respond to her kiss. Nothing. Elaira gripped his thick arms tighter until her fingers ached as much as her heart ached from his rejection. Still he stood tall and stiff in his knight stance.
Her heart shattered falling to the hem of her obese gown. Maybe she’d misunderstood him all this time. Maybe she was just a job to him. Mortified, Elaira let her hands slid down Grier’s arms. She pulled her trembling lips off his and shrank back. She turned away, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry.” The words caught in her throat and she pushed back the need to run away crying.
“To hell with the rules,” Grier snarled.
His hands shot out and took hold of her waist. He pulled her back, crushing her body close to his, as close as her bloated wedding dress would allow. Elaira gasped, surprised by his sudden mood change. Her feet left the ground as he lifted her closer to his face. One hand glided up her back and took hold of the nape of her neck in a possessive grip. Her skin warmed under his rough callused hand. Elaira held her breath not sure if she could control the electricity pulsing beneath her skin. An azure light flared in his blue eyes. Her heart pounded
Grier dipped his head. He didn’t waste time claiming her lips. His mouth devoured hers. Every nerve inside of her burst to life. He pinched her lower lip between his teeth for a moment. Elaira moaned softly. Grier growled in response and deepened the kiss with his tongue. Her toes curled and she threw her arms around his neck, balling his shirt up in her fists. Grier’s fingers tangled in her hair; butterflies waltzed in her stomach as Grier consumed her. The room drifted away from them and all she could feel was his desire for her. She never wanted to let go of him. Her marriage could never compare to the bliss of having Grier.
Grier released her lips as swiftly as he took them. He set her on her feet and peeled himself away from her. Elaira didn’t let go of him for fear she would melt through the stone floor.
His cool, uneven breath brushed against her flushed cheek. “Don’t be sorry.”
Elaira stretched up on her toes and clutched Grier’s Granite arms. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Her heart ricocheted inside her ribs. She’d dreamt about Grier taking her into his arms for so long…
Elaira stiffened. Grier’s arms weren’t touching her. He wasn’t kissing her. His lips pulled tight, not allowing her in. Elaira pushed her body against his, urging him to respond to her kiss. Nothing. Elaira gripped his thick arms tighter until her fingers ached as much as her heart ached from his rejection. Still he stood tall and stiff in his knight stance.
Her heart shattered falling to the hem of her obese gown. Maybe she’d misunderstood him all this time. Maybe she was just a job to him. Mortified, Elaira let her hands slid down Grier’s arms. She pulled her trembling lips off his and shrank back. She turned away, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry.” The words caught in her throat and she pushed back the need to run away crying.
“To hell with the rules,” Grier snarled.
His hands shot out and took hold of her waist. He pulled her back, crushing her body close to his, as close as her bloated wedding dress would allow. Elaira gasped, surprised by his sudden mood change. Her feet left the ground as he lifted her closer to his face. One hand glided up her back and took hold of the nape of her neck in a possessive grip. Her skin warmed under his rough callused hand. Elaira held her breath not sure if she could control the electricity pulsing beneath her skin. An azure light flared in his blue eyes. Her heart pounded
Grier dipped his head. He didn’t waste time claiming her lips. His mouth devoured hers. Every nerve inside of her burst to life. He pinched her lower lip between his teeth for a moment. Elaira moaned softly. Grier growled in response and deepened the kiss with his tongue. Her toes curled and she threw her arms around his neck, balling his shirt up in her fists. Grier’s fingers tangled in her hair; butterflies waltzed in her stomach as Grier consumed her. The room drifted away from them and all she could feel was his desire for her. She never wanted to let go of him. Her marriage could never compare to the bliss of having Grier.
Grier released her lips as swiftly as he took them. He set her on her feet and peeled himself away from her. Elaira didn’t let go of him for fear she would melt through the stone floor.
His cool, uneven breath brushed against her flushed cheek. “Don’t be sorry.”
6 comments:
That was great, I want more!
Love it! I can feel the passion without having to be grossed out!
Love this! Ah!
You are very talented!! I loved all the discription. Made me remember my first Kiss with my love!
This one had great tension. I'd love to read this story!
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