At her mercy, he found himself curious, he found himself aroused, he found himself amazed. He wasn’t aware of the power he had over her, though he knew by the smell, the taste of her, that she wanted it as much as he did. The chemistry, the interaction; he wondered if she gave of herself like this to every man that kneeled for her.
A part of him was violently jealous while a part of him was arrogant enough to believe that she felt this way for no man save him. That she couldn’t. Would never.
The blue-eyed man was gone, for whatever reason, and she was back. She’d be back home in a year. One year. It wouldn’t be that long, couldn’t be that long. He could imagine being with her more and more, wanting–in the space between heartbeats, he had a thousand desires that could not be made more clear–the taste of sweet cherries, and of her, lingered on his lips as he smiled for her, captured.
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