Chapter 6

"F-FIORE?" I called softly as my heartbeat quickened.

"Mir..."

I bit my lip. I couldn't pinpoint where he is. The voice seems near, yet so far.

I slowly positioned myself on the bed. The light was off. It was so dark I could see nothing because of the blindfold on my eyes.

I took a deep breath and listened. I could feel him watching me. The warm candles around add to the heat building up in my body. He could see me wearing nothing but the blindfold concealing my eyes.

I heard footsteps approaching. I slightly opened my mouth to engulf some air. I'm beginning to feel uneasy.

Is he staring at me right now? Is he pleased to see me in this state? Did he anticipate that I'd be naked and ready to be devoured tonight? Was he surprised? How does he feel? I was dying to know, but I had to restrain myself and wait.

"Fiore," I said quietly. I had to say his name to know that he's really here.

The footsteps were getting closer. When I felt the motion near the bed, I immediately felt a trickle rise from my skin. And I smelled something strange. A masculine scent that is also soothing to the nose. A delectable perfume that will make any woman go crazy in bed.

A glint of smile appeared at the corner of my lips. Fiore prepared for this as well. This was something we both expected to happen.

The slow movement around me was driving me insane, and it was even drying out my throat. I kept inhaling that smell as if my body was already addicted to it. Aphrodisiac to the core of my being.

I felt his weight on the bed. He gently stroked my hair and put it to one side. His hand crawled down my cheek. Then I felt a kiss on my forehead. This man is so charming and gentle. I was expecting him to grab me by force, yet I heard him sigh. A deep sigh that made me think he has reservations.

"P-Please, Fiore..." I said as my chest heaved with excitement. "Please take me now."

He took a deep breath once again before I felt a kiss. First on my temple, on my nose and lips. I couldn't understand, because it was as if his lips were just tickling my mouth.

I jerked my head to return the kiss. I pulled his nape and deepened our kiss. I heard his hoarse growl. His delicate lips were minty. And sweet. I always kiss him with an aftershave smell. But now... even his kisses...

Something tells me... it's different.

Like he's not the one kissing me.

I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand stopped me. I cleared my throat to ask him why but then he closed my mouth with his kiss. And those lips brushed mine made me shivered.

The taste of his kiss. It was as if everything inside me was being searched deeply. I was captivated in an instant. When he gently bit my lower lip, I almost exploded in excitement.

A few demented seconds, I tilted my head when he suddenly stopped. I heard him panting loud and fast. I want more. I want more of him.

"Sh*t!" I heard him whispered. Very low that I almost didn't catch it. Then I was genuinely shocked by his next move.

I felt the warmth from his palm when he gently squeezed one of my mounds.