Fantasy Livia
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
784
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Fantasy Livia
Chapter One
Reflecting in her eyes, the full moon beamed its romantic brilliance as he gazed at her, his head tilted. His fingers curled around the fabric of his long uniform shirt in order to resist the urge flooding his senses. For her grace enticed his touch. Unable to withstand it, he turned to focus on the glistening waters stretching as far as the eye could see. It was her voice, feathery and soft, that thrust him back to her imagine of greatness and then he once again weakened.
"Shanji," she asked, "will you promise me we can once more visit this place?"
Shanji opened his mouth in a attempt to make words, but silence greeted him, bound him and all he could do was stare. His gaze slipped to her swan-like neck and drifted lower to the swell of her breasts and then the slender waist. A part of him struggled to press further. He never expected to be here in this place, sitting under stars and having a agonizing urge to take her, make her his. However, she was more than that and deserved to be treated as more than an object of desire.
Finally words befriend him as he replied, "As long as I draw air, I will do promise you this place will be ours alone."
Before he knew it, his fingers stroked the curve of her shoulder and their eyes locked. He wanted then to tell her and show her how exactly he treasured her. He hesitated, sucked in air and pulled away. There lay great fear in rejection and he dared not to experience heartbreak one more time. He closed his eyes where he could imagine her and him embracing and sharing one another as lovers do.
Her lips he believed to taste sweet, her skin soft and velvet like. He wished to experience them for real, but his fantasy would be all he would ever know. Here he would convey his need with swirling kisses and gentle caresses
Reflecting in her eyes, the full moon beamed its romantic brilliance as he gazed at her, his head tilted. His fingers curled around the fabric of his long uniform shirt in order to resist the urge flooding his senses. For her grace enticed his touch. Unable to withstand it, he turned to focus on the glistening waters stretching as far as the eye could see. It was her voice, feathery and soft, that thrust him back to her imagine of greatness and then he once again weakened.
"Shanji," she asked, "will you promise me we can once more visit this place?"
Shanji opened his mouth in a attempt to make words, but silence greeted him, bound him and all he could do was stare. His gaze slipped to her swan-like neck and drifted lower to the swell of her breasts and then the slender waist. A part of him struggled to press further. He never expected to be here in this place, sitting under stars and having a agonizing urge to take her, make her his. However, she was more than that and deserved to be treated as more than an object of desire.
Finally words befriend him as he replied, "As long as I draw air, I will do promise you this place will be ours alone."
Before he knew it, his fingers stroked the curve of her shoulder and their eyes locked. He wanted then to tell her and show her how exactly he treasured her. He hesitated, sucked in air and pulled away. There lay great fear in rejection and he dared not to experience heartbreak one more time. He closed his eyes where he could imagine her and him embracing and sharing one another as lovers do.
Her lips he believed to taste sweet, her skin soft and velvet like. He wished to experience them for real, but his fantasy would be all he would ever know. Here he would convey his need with swirling kisses and gentle caresses