My Dominating Apollo

He appeared before me, in all his splendour. A tailored black suit with a charming red tie. His chiselled jaw lifted with a proud, his lips making a thin line while His eyes a sparkling blue, so much like his fathers, and his soft, feather-like brown hair brushed away from his brow. He was charming and smart. To describe his appearance would be to totally miss the point. He was a king and he didn’t give a damn what you thought of the way he looked. He saw the shock register on my face before I could hide it.

His face was stern, the look on his face was deadly serious. My drunken state was making it hard for me to control my thoughts and before I could think or say anything he caught my arm and pulled into the room. The room was dark and the smell of alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke hit my nostrils, I could feel my heartbeat… every single pound in my chest. I daren’t move, I daren’t even breathe, I’m frozen to the spot. I could feel his hot breath, his deep heavy breaths sound nearby as the hairs on my arms stand to attention, as a militia of chills marches down my spine.

I could feel him behind me, I could feel his hot breath on my neck making me shiver in fear. I muttered all my strength and whispered, “Mr. Villin?” There was no response, only silence filled the darkroom, I felt his hand moving my hair aside while his hot breath hit the right side of my neck then the tender brush of lips, Burning as they made contact with my neck while a wave of pure pleasure ran through my entire body and a loud moan rushed out.

“You look beautiful,” I heard him murmur against my skin, his voice low and husky.

“Thank you,” I said in barely more than a whisper as our breathings were shaky and drunken thoughts kicked in.

Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. His fingers gently ran up and down my arm, placing wet kisses against my neck. His hands moved down to my hips and pressing my hip against him while I could his bulge pressing against my back.

He slowly turned me around, staring deep into my eyes, as his long finger tracing my lower lip, I noticed his jaw clenching as he did that. I hesitantly looked up at him. The swirls of emotion I saw there made me gasp. Lust and desire. He was drunk, so drunk that he thinks that I was the one his friend sent for him, I have to stop him, this is not right!

However, before I could ponder about it further, he yanked me to him and covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As our lips crushed together, I felt like I was walking on air. It was magic, the way his lips connected with mine. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than I could have imagined and I opened my mouth with a low moan.

As we parted I lost all rational thought, I was just consumed at the thought of him and was amazed at how one touch of his lips could hitch my breath. Our breaths were taken shaky, shallow as we started at each other his hand drifted to my hip. It settled there and pulled me closer to his body while I inhaled sharply. I was against his warm chest, chiselled to perfection.

He took my head in his hands while my cheeks were still blushing hotly, I glanced back up into his captivating blue eyes. He leaned down, resting his forehead against mine. I watched breathlessly as his eyes studied mine with silent intensity. His warm breath ghosted across my face. I shut my eyes in anticipation. I stifled a surprised gasp as his soft lips captured mine, causing my body to flush with heat. The heat seemed to travel through my veins, warming my insides, Just as I felt a rush of euphoric bliss envelop me, making my heart sing with pure joy, he drew away and instantly I missed the lovely heat curling within me.

The kiss obliterated every thought, for the first time I felt how it feels to be kissed by someone,

“Clarissa,” he whispered, His voice has a husky drawl,

He knew it was me? This thought made me look at him,Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

His eyes held adoration and something more which I couldn’t understand, His eyes moved to my swollen lips and his thumb began caressing my lower lip. He opened his mouth to say something and nausea clawed at my throat, I tried to force down the bile, but it was too late. I pushed him and ran to the washroom as I could see it through the light coming from the windows of the room.

My stomach kept on contracting violently and forcing everything up and out into the toilet bowl. Mr. Villin was holding my hair while I was throwing up, my throat was burning like hell. He wrapped his hands around me and helped me walk into the room, he switched on the lights while I sat on the bed. He gave me a glass of water, “Thank you,” I whispered while drinking it. I could feel him sitting beside me. I turned my head and looked at him and found him staring at me intensely.

His stare was as uncomfortable as a chorus-girl corset and had the same effect on my breathing, constricted and shallow. I gulped and slowly my vision became blurry, his face was spinning in front of my eyes

“Mr. Villin?” I whispered as my eyes closed and I fainted on his lap.

Jesus.

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