Chapter IV

10 years ago



Rose walked into the ballroom and caught her breath. The room was five hundred feet long by three hundred feet wide, with the ceiling stretching up another two hundred feet above her head. It made her feel smaller than the grains of sand on the shores of the Loring Sea, a place she'd visited with her parents from time to time when she was a child. The walls were a glittering gold, so bright and shiny. She practically felt the need to throw up her arms and shield herself from their glare.

Three dozen glittering crystal chandeliers spiraled down from the ceiling, which was the exact shade of blue of a sunny summer day in August, sending a lovely diffused golden light over the ballroom's occupants. And how they glittered as well. A group of three women in front of her, all had flowing, elaborately-bejeweled ball gowns of the most beautiful shades of emerald and ruby and amethyst. They smelled of roses and hyacinth and jasmine and every other flower in the garden outside the palace, which she liked to take walks through when she found the time. She could hear their low chatter as they talked among themselves and laughed, seemingly completely at ease in this alien, glittering world, where she, in her simple red dress redder  than blood, was clearly out of place.

But when she heard the music it was like liquid adrenaline being injected right into his blood stream - not so strong as to freak her ut, but just enough to make her tingle and start to move her body.

For her dance was freedom, to dance was to become an opening flower or a bird aloft. To feel the movement was new breath for her body and nourishment for a soul so tired. She could dance until the sweat dripped to the polished wood and my reflection showed pink cheeks. After that sleep came easy and the dreams were of more twirls and leaps to the music that was part of her blood

Rose flowed in dance it was as if it were the only way her body truly knew how to speak. Verbally she was guarded, physically she would shrink and fade into the background no matter where she was. Her personality, her sensuality burst through into the most vibrant picture of a beautiful soul.

But for the most part that ancient music machine was her only audience, watching her with those two midnight black eyes. As she turned her eyes caught him standing there, him less adept at hiding in the shadows than she. He dropped his eyes momentarily before looking, his head tilted to one side and a hopeful smile playing on his lip. He slowly went towards her and asked

"May I have this dance?"

Rose's celestial eyes shone behind the mask as she placed her delicate hand in his; he placed his hand on her waist and whisked her onto the ballroom floor and they turned and twirled as if they were professionals.

They fell in step, letting the rhythm control their movements. All the scenery and people around them dissolved. It was her and him, alone.

Her ocean blue eyes glistened, and a smile spread across her beautiful face.

Uncontrollable feelings surged through her body, and their fingers tingles in delight. His hand brushed across her cheek. Their bodies were acting on its own, no chains to hold them back from this pure paradise.

He drew her close to my chest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her golden brown locks fell over her eyes, like a curtain blocking out the sunlight. He desired to see those ocean blue eyes.

She began to withdraw her hand to brush away her hair, but his hand clutched onto hers. He carefully laid her thin hand on his shoulder. He delicately tucked her lock behind her ear, and her eyes twinkled back at him in greeting as she tried to hide her face.

His lips went near her ear as he whispered ever so softly.

"Love and a red rose, can't be hide."

Rose brought her head up and sleepily smiled. They continued to dance, too lost in the music to halt. Time passed as their feet moved in the steps of the foxtrot.

He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on  her lip. He wrapped his arms around her neck and held her tight as he kissed her hard.

Once, twice, until he've had a taste and realize he'll never have enough. He's hands roam everywhere up her back, over her arms and suddenly he started to kiss her even more harder, deeper, with a fervent urgent need he've never known.

And before Rose could withdraw her mind from its far places, his arms were around her, as sure and hard as on the dark road to Tara, so long ago. She felt again the rush of helplessness, the sinking yielding, the surging tide of warmth that left her limp. And the quiet face of him was blurred and drowned to nothingness.

Both of them were panting. He drew her even more closer to him as he cupped the back of her neck with his one large hand, brushing his thumb across her swollen lips along her rosy cheeks.

He bent  her head back across his arm and again kissed her, softly and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made her cling to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world. His insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, evoking from her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. And before a swimming giddiness spun her round and round, she knew that she was falling for this unknown man.



Though I wasn't able to reply your comments and pm back, I have read each. And I really appreciate it.

Thank you heaven drops. ♥

Don't forget to follow on instagram

INSTAGRAM- ercinyilidiz