With her lips on mine, I rolled her from her side to her back once again, I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and straddled her hips receiving a satisfying feeling of domination and that only I could protect her and love her. I beckoned her lips for a kiss that sparked a desire in the both of us.
Looking into her face I fell into the hollow of her legs. With her nod of approval we both gasped at the friction and sensations running through us.
I buried myself to quench the ache and she met my thrusts bucking her hips making me choke out her name over and over from love.
I wished then and there that every moment I lived would be with her, I would never have to take another step because Satine would be there with me. And we would both live in a big house, and she would be an actress! And I, a writer.
My head was spinning. Her head was thrown back, fire red curls splayed everywhere making incoherent noises. I took great pleasure in knowing I made her do that. Though I wasn't the only one who had a seductive power.
She was incredibly beautiful without even having to try. She was a prisoner at the Moulin Rouge, and no one knew what treasure they were loosing. She was incredibly smart, and selfless, willing to sacrifice herself for the theater Zidler was building.
I looked at her below me moaning softly and I knew I was never more in love.