Red

08. Wedding Night

     We teleport into an unfamiliar and dimly lit ample bedroom with giant glass windows that filled the entire wall to our left. Moonlight poured onto the massive Persian rug beneath our feet, and I hardly noticed the rest of the room as Rome took no time to seize my entire state of mind.

    His lips find mine instantly and we tug and pull for dominance over each other, our breaths quickening with each passing second. The hands that had been at my hips where now at the back of my dress, tugging and pulling relentlessly at the buttons and strings that held together my wedding dress. I wasn't gentle either as I pried apart his suit jacket, the buttons flying everywhere as I growled in frustration to pry them apart. Eventually I was able to and Rome quickly shrugs it off before working once again on my dress. It falls to the floor in a heap once the last button is released, and I'm left standing in a sultry pair of night clothes that my handmaidens had picked out for this particular moment.

It seemed to stir something in Rome's head as his eyes turned a feral green and his face hardened with slipping restraint. I didn't stop to give him an eyeful, though, and continued to pry at his shirt. He quickly pulls it over his head and I splay my hands across his muscles chest, feverishly working my fingers down the grooves of his pectorals and abdominals.

He finds my lips once again and heat quickly fills in the gaps between our touching skin. He quickly moves us backwards until the back of my knees touch the side of the bed and he gently leans me backwards until my bare back touches the warm comforter. All the while, we continued our heated kiss until my lips were almost numb from the desperate aggression we both seemed to share.

     My fingers eventually find the belt of his trousers and I begin to pry it apart as our tongues battle against each other in feverish passion. He lets out a moan of ecstasy when I bite his bottom lip and pull it forward, sliding my tongue along the swollen lip with sensual fervor.

It was when I began to feel him pull away from me that I fought desperately harder to pry them off.

"Scarlett, stop ah—" Rome sucks in a breath when I grasp him from the outside of his pants. I feel the hardened length of him just beneath my fingertips, causing a wave of heat to pool in between my legs. Why would he tell me to stop when I knew he so desperately wanted what I wanted too?

     I was desperate, desperate for a release of these feelings that had been trapped inside me since the dance we shared before we came here.

     "Scarlett. Please." His voice wavered as he took my hand from his pants and pulled it upwards with such intensity I stopped what I was doing. "This is not you. This is not what I want."

"W-What?" The word barely comes out in a single breath. "What do you mean this is not what you want? I can clearly see that this is what you want, and I want this too." Tears began to fill my eyes as his face hardened into regret. I try to lift myself up and kiss him once again but he pulls back away from me and keeps me down all the while still keeping a hard grip on my wrist.

"I can't, Scarlett. This is not the person I want to be doing this with. This is something sacred, and you're not in your right mind to be doing this. I know you will regret it if you wake up in my bed tomorrow."

The tears couldn't contain themselves, and eventually fall. "I'm not going to regret it. I need this, Rome. This has to be fulfilled in order for my father's debt to be paid."

"This is not the time to execute it, and we have plenty of time. You're drunk out of your mind and I know you will thank me later for doing this." He says, snatching my other hand before I could try to coax him back into giving me what I wanted.