Fiery SeductressA Story by Kathryn JenkinsThe loving side of a serious man...take a look at one of the soft moments Christophe can share with the woman he loves most.The library was his favorite place in the whole castle. It
gave him plenty of space to think. The smell of books brought back peaceful
memories of when he was a child. Christophe would have enjoyed the quite a
while longer if it wasn’t for Roseanne walking through the door. She was in a
beautiful green dress that made her fiery red hair shine. It was almost like
looking into a blazing fire as she walked closer. The hair wasn’t the part that
captured him every time though. It was those green mysterious eyes that always
made him melt. God, every time I see her it’s like the first time all over
again he thought. “Sitting next to the fire like always,” she said. “Enjoying the quite”
Christophe replied. She sat down next to
him and embraced his hand. Christophe could smell roses. The smell was
intoxicating. He found himself slowly awakening to the teasing aroma. “You need to stop
worrying about her,” Roseanne said. “Worrying about who”
he replied. “Kerowyne is a strong
girl,” she began. “She comes from a strong and powerful bloodline. There is
nothing she can’t do.” Christophe didn’t
respond he just stared at her in the fire light. She doesn’t know what is to
come he thought. “I do no one thing,
love” he said. “Oh, what’s this?”
Roseanne asked. “We best make every
moment count” Christophe said. She turned her face
towards him with a questionable look across her face. Without another word he
embraced her. Christophe didn’t need words to show her how much he loved her.
All Christophe knew was that every night he gets the chance he will make it
memorable. Christophe pressed
her close and kissed her. Christophe brought her down onto the floor and looked
into those green eyes. She smiled up at him. “Why are you being so friendly, dearest?” she asked. “Don’t know just feel
like making you happy” he said. She was content with
the answer apparently. Christophe didn’t resist when she pulled him in. I’ll
leave the worrying to another day…he thought. He fell into the moment of
passion. Christophe woke to find himself on the library floor the next
morning wrapped in Roseanne’s arms. “I’m going to hate having to leave you,
love” he said softly. © 2013 Kathryn JenkinsAuthor's Note
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Added on September 9, 2013Last Updated on September 9, 2013 Tags: Tarzinea, Fantasy, short story, Christophe, love AuthorKathryn JenkinsSioux City, IAAboutI am an aspiring writer that has a strong love for the fantasy genres. I have started my blog Dragon Knight Chronicles to help other fantasy lovers like myself to feel inspired and to help them get pu.. more..Writing
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