Noelle

He burned her skin…

She had to steel herself from screaming out from the painful ecstasy of it all. And yet she shivered when he stopped. Her back curved towards his hands, unbent by reason and fueled by semi-torturous desire. Her eyes were clenched shut. She hoped that the darkness behind her lids could give her some semblance of control…of sanity.

But he burned her skin…

His lips, the same lips that spoke with casual yet automatic authority in the boardroom. The lips that gently soothed the neighbors’ dog when it whined for treats, the lips that rarely curved above a fraction when they smiled at a client. They seared a fiery path from her earlobe, down her neck, where they paused until she whimpered like the hapless puppy had, begging for more lower down her throat…lower still…

He burned her skin…

His voice, the same good natured, boyish voice that lamented about the food at the restaurant. The voice that gave orders in a tone so low and yet so laden with repercussions. The same voice that affected no one yet propelled a multitude of followers unknowing that they were bonded to his whims. It worked now in a whisper so tantalizing as it was low…lowered to a hoarse raspy timbre as it too, felt the currents of the moments…calling her name in a song as ancient as it was brand new to her ears.

But he burned her skin…

His fingers, the same slender tools of his trade. The delicate branches of a hand that wielded intent in rare gestures speeded up their journey across her body, taking her pulse with them. Rushing, throbbing…hurting her enough to communicate his need for her. They rushed behind her neck, entangled into her braids…tugged an inch more when she moaned…splayed onto her scalp when her back arched a fraction closer. Forced her head to his hungry mouth.

Now she touched him.

She grabbed his face in an urgent desperate move. Her fingers curved around his ears as she nibbled on his lip…slow at first then lost in a swirl of gasps and lips and tongues. Her hands travelled round his back, kneading…needing…soothing…scalding. They moved together in a dance tuned to an unknown tune, weeks of conversation simply blended into a frantic moment of urgent, tangible desire.

“ Rebecca…”

She opened her eyes and immediately shut them again because the light in the room was suddenly too harsh, too bright. Too cold.

“ Rebecca?”

Her eyes opened again into unwilling slits. She could feel her blouse plastered on her clammy skin. She could still hear her heart racing. She opened her mouth and closed it again so she could salvage it from dryness. A breeze brushed her fingers..She stared at them.

“ Rebecca…” He was smiling at her again. The same smile that had her in this state of unruly passion.

“ You really should stop working so hard. Can’t believe you fell asleep instead of going for lunch! ”

She frantically tried to will her legs to feel. Smiled feebly at him. At the hand that offered to help her up from her imprisoned state.

“ I…” Her voice was a hoarse croak. She swallowed again.

“ Maybe I need a few minutes. I’ll join you in a second.”

“ Alright. But I have to buy you a drink later. Looks like you need it.”

She made an attempt at laughing as he walked away.

When would he ever realize exactly how she felt about him?