𝑂𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔...
❝Your wife is calling. I think you need to take it, or better, you ought to leave.❞ She folded her arms, a series of goosebumps simmering over her warm ivory skin the more my intimidating strides brought me closer to her.
My sapphi...
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ღ𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱𝔂𝓲𝓪'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥ღ
Burn || Darci
As predicted, Scar sent over some things to help me get ready for our night.
I had gotten off from work really early, moving all the remaining meetings to the next day so that I could prepare for my date with Scar.
I was nervous, so nervous that he had consumed every single part of my mind to a point where I could hardly think of anything else.
I thought about how our life as a normal couple would be like. Would we go on dates? Would we ever get married? Have kids? I really loved kids and now that I had accomplished everything I wanted to, I really wanted to have kids.
Little me's and little him's causing chaos around the house or something.
I shook my head at the thought, slipping on the sexy, red lingerie that he had sent after my shower. He had good taste in women's wear, or perhaps he had someone help him pick everything out because the see-through black lace dress was so fucking exquisite.
I decided against wearing the bra while trying on the dress which effortlessly swallowed my curvy figure, and my nipples were clearly visible through the mesh. Brushing my fingers across them, I sighed softly, feeling so excited that I was going to be thoroughly fucked by Scar.
I heard a knock on my bedroom door and I smiled widely, remembering that I had invited Celine over. I nonchalantly called for her to come in while I inspected my body through the mirror, feeling so sexy already.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," I was startled by the sound of a deep, low tenor, and I immediately recognised it with a chill.
Saviour.
Upon realisation, I swerved quickly and arched my head high to stare at the leviathan man before me.
I gasped softly when I met the unfiltered gaze of his intense, hazel eyes that were almost an intimidating shade of gold. He had thick brows and lashes to compliment the look and red, plump lips that were curved into one of the sexiest smirks I'd ever seen in my life.
He had sleek, satiny ebony hair that framed his perfectly carved face. His jaw was angled sharply and his appearance was breathtaking, I nearly collapsed on the spot.
My arms had instinctively moved to cover my chest upon his presence and he chuckled at this, his broad shoulders growing bigger when he moved closer to me. The whole room had begun to smell like him: something very clean, soapy and mineralic; it was a refreshing, masculine scent that I found attractive.
"Goddess, I see you weren't expecting me," he drawled, and now that I was staring at him without his mask, I felt so intimidated. It was a moment where I realised that I was actually going to meet Scar for the first time and it was going to be scary.
