We were in his room. The curtains floated with the night breeze passing through the open window, blowing away the lamps in the direct path. The ones in the corner didn't do much to brighten this place. Somehow, the place, or simply because of our lust, everything, felt even more romantic. The air was thick with desire and tenderness, our breathing and heartbeats syncing with each other as he placed me gently on his bed.
He joined me in a split second, his eyes darkening as his throat bobbed. "Eva, you are so beautiful," he said in a bare whisper, his voice hoarse and husky. Skillfully, he removed every layer of my clothing, and then his while his eyes were fixed on my face and mine on his.
"Will you let me mark you tonight?" My hurt jumped at his request, my world spiraling to this very
