Mixed feelings by S. N. Nina Arthur (beach read .txt) 📖

"Beautiful," I whispered, The room was decorated by scented candles and Rose petals at the entrance welcoming me, The lights were dim, I walked to the table which was at the center of the room. The table was decorated beautifully by a tablecloth, a crystal bowl filled with water in which beautiful floating candles are lighted.

It was beautiful, I cannot explain what I'm feeling right now, I turned towards him. He was standing behind me, observing my reaction.

I smiled and said, "This is beautiful" I was very happy.

He smiled and pulled the chair out, and he motioned me to sit down on the chair, I sat down. He then sat Across from me, the only light was from the well-placed candles. Then Judy approached and poured us wine and left the bottle, she smiled at me and left us.

I took a sip of the wine; I noticed Enzo watching me. I blushed, a sly smile slipped out.

It's like he loves watching me, he smiled warmly to comfort me and it really did, I began to enjoy his gaze, soaking it in. Feelings his eyes moving over my eyes to my nose, cheeks, lips.

The curve of my neck, the slope of my shoulders, my chest. The tiny bit of cleavage just peeking out of my dress. I was blushing again. I shyly looked up, and we locked eyes across the table, everything around us faded away, we were in our own universe, lost in the depth of each other's eyes. I can feel his desire, but it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled.

We barely noticed the maid, as she placed the First course between us, A simple plate of fruits and cheese. I started digging in, as I calmly brought each morsel to my lips. I gazed at him over my glass as I sipped my wine, I knew he was watching my every single move, I slipped a grape between my lips and smiled coyly as my teeth crushed the skin, exploring juices into my mouth. I reached for the strawberry, and Enzo deliberately snatched it from my hand, he grinned as he took a large bite of it. I pouted, Looking at me he smiled and fed me the rest.

I smiled at him, we continued refilling our wine glasses and eating slowly. Just enough to keep the wine from going to our heads, we did not speak a word, Time stood still, stopping just for us. An eternity to enjoy each other's company, him watching and I was being watched.

Anyone could see the energy in us, and it can be felt. Something surreal is happening at the table. To u,s it's completely natural. Existing at this moment in our own universe.

The dinner plates arrived, we shared each other's meal, his rich and heavy, mine lighter and bold. We were eating slowly but heartily, sipping wine throughout. Savoring the unique yet complementary flavors. We ate in silence, feasting on each other's forks until hardly anything is left. Our meals devoured, our appetites nearly satiated.

A single dessert to share, A single spoon. He feeds me a small bite, creamy and rich.

I couldn't help but smile with pressure at the sweetness, he looked at me and took a large bite with the enthusiasm of a child.

I laughed quietly at his playfulness.

Another bite which was Larger than the first, some was left on my lips. I know he planned it, of course, and he reached towards me before I could raise my napkin, He put his hand softly on my cheek and leaned towards me, I leaned towards him.

He kissed me softly, and I can taste the sweetness of dessert mixed with his.

Everything faded away, My anger, my sadness.

After what seems like an eternity, our lips parted, I can see it in his eyes, large, calm, green, keeping it all for himself. He raised from his table and stepped over to mine, holding out his hand. I took it and raised it, letting him lead the way as we crossed the room and climbed up the stairs. We reached his room; he opened the door and the room was decorated with rose petals and scented candles leading the way to the bed. He took my hand in his, and we walked to the bed.

I turned around and put my hands around his neck and gave him a small kiss, I was beaming like a child on a Christmas morning.

"This is beautiful," I said, kissed him on the cheek.

He smiled at me and turned me around slowly.

I felt something on my neck; I touched it. It was the chain with a circle and a small heart in it. It was a silver diamond Mystique circle with a heart in a necklace.

He turned me around, holding the pendant

"This circle is my whole life and this heart...Ares you if it's not there? It's empty. My life is empty without you, Vanessa, I know I'm not a perfect man for you but I promise you that I will try to be one. I promise you that I will always keep you happy, I am a very dangerous man Venessa, I have so many enemies in my life, I promise you that I will keep you safe and secure with me, I want you to be my only mine " he then kissed me, I kissed him back. Soon, It turned into a passionate kiss, I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer, his hands gripping my waist tightly. There was no space between us, our bodies crashed into each other.

He started pushing me back, and my legs hit the edge of the bed. Without breaking our kiss we both climbed on the bed, he pulled me on his lap, I wrapped my legs around his waist, I can feel his bulge under my butt, I was gripping his hair tightly, his hands were roaming on my back, I couldn't control, I started getting rid of his coat, I want to touch him, I removed his coat and his shirt. I traced his broad shoulders to his well defined eight pack, he reached my zipper, with great difficulty I removed my dress off my body, I was only in my panty and bra. He removed my bra and pushed on the bed without breaking the kiss.

He gripped my right breast and squeezed it; his fingers traced my nipple. I can feel the electricity in my stomach, I was moaning, my hands automatically reached his pants. He grabbed my hands, "slow down, tiger," he said.

I looked at him, pouting. He leaned over and gave wet kisses on the neck, in between him whispered in my right ear. "I'm going to kiss you now, baby girl and when I do, it's going to mean you're mine." He stopped kissing my neck and looked into my eyes intensely; I can see his eyes drunk in passion and desire.