Clubrooms Diary

"Please Amar." I implore as I back myself up into a wall. He crosses the room. Devouring the distance between us quicker than my next breath. Using his body he cages me in between the wall and himself. My breath catches by his nearness and the fiercely dominant gaze he bestows upon me. "Please what, mikros?" He hoarsely says as he leans in and brushes his lips against mine. "Please.. Don't do this." My heart skips a beat as I begin to melt before him. "Do what?" He purrs proceeding to tease my lips. "Don't make me love you if I can't have all of you." I feel myself swaying towards him. "You will always have me, mikros." His minty fresh breath fans my face. "It has always been you from the minute you stole my car and called me an asshole." He smiles mentioning our first encounter together. He removes a hand from the wall and uses it to cup the side of my face. I lean into his touch letting his passion spread through my body like a wildfire burning everything it caresses. "Don't be afraid to fall in love with me, mikros. I pledge to take exceptionally good care of your heart. If you willingly give it to me." He places a feather-light kiss on my lips. Before he could pull away. I cling to him, snaking my hands around his neck as I pull him in closer; deepening our kiss. A low growl vibrates from his chest and he lifts my body from the ground, compelling me to wrap my limbs around his as he continues to assault all my senses. Any reason of doubt to love this man flys out the window. Along with my fear to fully submit to the Greek-like God that stands before me.