Kapitel 7: Deceiving The Nightmares
"Shit! A virgin!" Her tightness had him wondering, but her intact hymen sealed the deal. Stomping his way to the kitchen, He tossed the tray into the sink, splashing the leftover soup up the backsplash and onto the window. "Dammit, what the hell just happened? How can this virgin woman be so responsive and submissive"? He paced to the fridge to grab a beer, then back to the sink to look at the mess he'd made. "Shit"! He walked back to the fridge and toss the beer inside. He needed all his wits about himself if he's going to survive the night without taking advantage of this innocent woman. Again, He needs to have his head examined. This young woman has been through some trauma that not even she remembers, and he could not get his head out from between her legs. "Great, another vision I won't be able to erase." Troy screamed to himself.
Forcing his legs to move him further from this temptation, he rushed out the front door and slammed it behind me. It's time to make the call he'd been trying to avoid. Jake's advice matters to him, but right now he's not sure if he would take it. First, he's afraid Jake will knock some senses into him, and he's not so sure if he would like to come to his senses. Second, they both have a history with women;
Troy's balls are about to burst from the need to take her and make her his. He wants to sink in deep where no other has been before, and mark her with his scent so all others will know who she belongs to. He doesn't care who she is or where she's from, all he cares about is where she's going and that's nowhere without him.
He stomped around his property checking security, gathering woods, and desperately trying to keep his mind busy. He doesn't know how long he's been out there avoiding his future, but the sky is streaked with pinks and blues by the time he marched inside. He'd come to the realization that whatever is happening between them is inevitable, but her safety comes first. He needs to quit wasting time and put his X.I. skills to good use, but when he bursted through his door, the sight before him stops him dead in his tracks and robs him of speech. Standing by his kitchen sink, she is slightly bent over searching for something underneath−Wearing only his shirt, which normally would hit her upper thighs, giving him a view that sends shivers to his spine, that view just shot the safety before sex priority right out the window
Amber sleeps like the dead until blue eyes flash in her mind, and her body becomes unbearably warm. Strong fingers bring her so much pleasure that she thought she'll die without them. Opening her eyes to find herself still alone, She decide to take advantage of a cold shower. Unfortunately, the sensation she felt from the rasp of the washcloth across her erect nipples and swollen nether region does nothing to cool her off.
She got dressed again in another of his shirts, this one a button down, baby blue, dress shirt she found hanging in the closet. None of his bottoms will fit without falling off, so she went without them, hoping that the shirt that barely covers her ass will suffice. It's not like Troy hasn't seen or touched all of her in the time that she's been here.
She flashed at the memory of how intimately he has touched her and decided to find something to keep her busy before she spontaneously combust. Slowly opening the bedroom door, she calls out, "Troy," no answer, so she moved slowly to the top of the stairs.
Realizing that this is the first time she'd ever been out of his room, her eyes wandered to take in the homey, masculine cabin in the woods. The staircase curves slightly, descending into a massive great room, and the entire back wall is nothing but floor to ceiling windows. Through the windows, she had a view of a sprawling lawn that disappears into a forest that seems to surround the property. As far as her eyes can see, there are no other rooftops or signs of human life. To the left of the wall of windows is a chef's dream kitchen. In the living room there is a dark brown leather sofa that faces a fireplace, and above the mantle hangs a flat screen T.V. To the right of the windows is a massive bookcase filled with books and collectibles that look ancient, probably antiques. There is a small table surrounded by two worn leather club chairs in front of the bookcase; broken in just enough that it would seem like a luxury to sit there with a good book and fuzzy throw. Next to the bookcase is a wide, short hallway that appears to lead to a bathroom and another door that probably leads to a bedroom. The dark hardwood floors give the house a warm and cozy feel. It would be amazing to snuggle on the couch being warmed by the fire and watch the snow fall outside
Moving down the stairs to get a better look at the kitchen, she noticed a lingering soreness to her thighs and remember the cuts and scrapes all over her body. Though healing nicely, thanks to Troy, some of the muscles ache as if deep bruising has occurred. A vision flashes through her mind of a cane slicing through the air to connect with the top and back of her thighs over and over again.
Thinking of that malevolent voice sends chills down her spine; barely familiar, but she still couldn't place it. She shakes her head to clear it of the horrific images and moved into the kitchen.
A stainless steel induction cooktop sits in the center of a large island. Resting above is a mid-century looking rack that dangles pots and pans. Imagining the view of a shirtless Troy working over the hot stove has her getting hot and bothered. She needs to focus on something else, so looking around again, she saw a large farmhouse sink centered in a granite counter positioned on the back wall just below a window that also looks out into the forest. There are remnants of soup splashed along the wall and up onto the window. Probably thrown in his haste to get away from her.
Bending over to open the cupboard below, she looked for a washcloth to clean up the mess. She heard the door open, and a draft of cool air rushes up between her exposed legs to the heated center of her. Mortified at what she was exposing, she turned around quickly to protect herself from what lurks behind her and locks eyes with a predator. Her head spins, and she could feel herself losing balance when strong, calloused hands wrap around her waist to steady her. As her vision clears, it's definitely a predator she saw, but not one she will run from. Heat crawls up her neck to burn her cheeks, matching the scorching feeling between her legs. She casted her eyes down as to not let him see her embarrassment. Instead of lifting his chin to get her attention he lifts her by the waist.
Wrap your legs around me. Please, tell me you want this?"
His lips pressed fully to hers as he devours her mouth. When she gasp, his tongue works its way between her teeth, and she wraps her lips around it and suck gently. He moans into the kiss, and his hand's snake around to grip her ass. As he pulls her cheeks apart and pulls her into him, her core sinks closer to his body. She has no control over the pulsing of her clit as it rubs on his abs; It feels like it has a heartbeat of its own, pounding wildly out of control. She was squirming and moaning, and as much as she could move her hips in this position, she keeps rotating little circles against him. "Holy shit"! I'm going to cum just like this. The heat of his body, even through his clothes, is ramping her up to fever pitch. "Please," she whimpers, and faster than she could comprehend he was striding to the staircase.
"There is no going back, Baby; after this you are mine."
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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