Heart of Darkness

Roxana looked at herself in the mirror after wearing the beautiful nightgown she bought. The lady at the shop recommend a light pink gown and told her it complemented her teal blue eyes and the tone of her skin.

Roxana couldn’t deny that she looked good in it. The gown reached below her knees, exposing the lower part of her legs. It had a sweetheart neckline adorned with lace and the sleeves reached right below her elbows. They were also adorned with white lace at the end. The chest of the dress was held together with ribbons. The look gave her a feminine aura and she liked it.

She had put her hair up in many mini buns for a few hours, and now she released them and allowed them to fall in golden waves. She put a blush on her cheeks and lips to match her gown and give her some color. Then lastly, she put the soft scent of jasmine in her hair and a little on her neck.

Now, she was done. She stared at her reflection, her heart and stomach fluttering continuously. She was already breathing heavily from being nervous. Why now? She had been so boldly doing things before. Why was she panicking now?

She tried to exercise breathing normally but with every passing moment, she only grew more nervous. And the things she decided to think about didn’t help her at all.

Her legs, then her back, what would she say before or after, and then the size of him. Oh!

When a knock came from the door, she almost jumped out of her skin. She looked horrified at the hall that led to the front door. It must be him. He was here.

Despite taking a deep breath, her heartbeat only increased. Her feet hesitantly led her across the hall and then slowly she opened the door. There he stood, looking like he came right out of an erotic dream.

Her heart seized to beat. This heartbeat regulation wasn’t good for her health, but what could she do when she looked into those dark midnight eyes. It looked like he came prepared with only one thing in mind.

Well, until he saw her. His eyes swept over her and became an even darker hue before looking into her eyes.

Roxana swallowed.

“You look exquisite, Roxana.” He said.

Her face flushed. “Thank you.”

He stood still, waiting for her. She only realized when one corner of his lips curved up. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No! I am sorry. Come in.” She cleared the way.

Why was she acting like she met him yesterday and they didn’t even hold hands yet? She was the one who asked him to come here for God’s sake.

Alexander stepped inside and she already felt the scent of him, and his masculine aura fill the hall. Or maybe she was just becoming sensitive to all of this.

Yes, she definitely was. She felt like he sucked away all the air from the room and as he turned around he sucked what was left in her lungs. He did not hide what he thought of her in this gown. It was evident in his eyes.

“Roxana,” He reached his hand out, calling to her with that sinister voice again. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​

She took his hand and he pulled her into his embrace. “You tempt me so.” He said holding her against his body gently.

Roxana’s heart began to beat, loud and clear. He already intoxicated her with his minty scent. His hot breath played across the side of her face.

“Where is your brother?” He asked.

“He won’t be here until midnight.”

Alexander drew back to look at her. “So we have until midnight.”

She nodded with a blush.

“It is not enough.”

Her eyes widened. “That is four hours.” She told him.

Not enough? What was he going to do with her?

“It is not enough.” He repeated. “I am taking you somewhere else. Could you leave a note for him that you won’t return until tomorrow?”

Until tomorrow?

Roxana nodded nervously. With a thousand butterflies in her stomach, she found a paper and pen and left a note for Fanny.

“Where are we going?” She asked when Alexander took her hand again.

“Somewhere we can be alone.” He said drawing her closer. Then doing his demon magic thing he teleported them away.

Roxana arrived at a room lit with many burning candles of different sizes. There was a soft flowery aroma in the air and as she looked around, she saw the large bed covered with creamy sheets. Her heart skipped.

Alexander drew back her attention to him by taking her hand and bringing it up to his mouth. He placed a soft kiss on her wrist, then he kissed her palm and her knuckles as if slowly reminding her of the feeling of his lips on her skin. He brushed his lips along her fingertips and she watched with a mouth that soon fell open.

“Don’t be afraid. We can stop whenever you want.” He assured her entangling his fingers with hers. With a light tug, he caused her to step closer but remained still himself, only letting his hot breath reach her.

Roxana waited until she couldn’t take the anticipation. She tiptoed and pressed her lips to his. He had only been waiting for her to take initiative because once she did he grabbed her firmly by the hair and kissed her like a starved beast. He made her unaware of everything except for his hot mouth burning on hers. Her fears and worries were gone like the wind.

His fingers dug into her hips and he pushed her hard against him, knowing he couldn’t scare her away at this point. Not when he had stolen her senses.

Grabbing her by the hair again, he tugged her head back, tearing her lips from his. She let her head fall back with a gasp as his mouth descended to her neck. She expected him to devour her again, but instead, he brushed his lips alongside her neck and spoke, “your body was made for mine Roxana, and I am going to treat it as such.”