Blood Is Thicker...
By
Christine
Part One
Chapter 5
“Let go of me!” Madeleine raged as Pik dragged her down the hallway and into his rooms. ”What are you doing here?! You’re not even supposed to be here! Let go!”
Once inside his suite, he pushed her up against the wall, not relenting his grip. He smirked, “I believe I’m the one who should be asking you those questions.” He moved her hands above her head and held her wrists there. “In fact,” be began triumphantly, “I believe our interrogation is long overdue.”
She fought him, but it was useless. He was too powerful. “Where is Mr. Fouchon!” she demanded.
“Aaaah, Mr. Fouchon…” Pik began, looking off to some distant focal point. He turned back to her. “Mr. Fouchon left this afternoon…indefinitely.”
“But I heard you say…You were the one…” then it dawned on her as she saw his evil smile. “You tricked me! You bastard!” She struggled anew and almost broke free, but he had her back up against the wall, and used his body to still her even further. She glared at him, “I hate you!” But his close contact had cause her desire to flare in spite of her anger.
“I know you don’t mean that, Maddie, “ he said, his face softening, the back of his hand sliding gently down her cheek. “Now, tell me, who are you?”
“Madeleine Rourke.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“You’re an a…”
He put his index finger against her lips. “Eh, eh, eh. Let’ be civilized, now, Maddie.” He then slid his thumb across her lips, smearing her lipstick, and cupped her cheek in his palm. The contact was getting to be too much for Madeleine. The way he kept saying her name, his deep rich voice so close to her ear, the touches of his hand on her face, his body pressing up against hers, holding her there. She nuzzled her cheek deeper into his palm, eyes closed.
Her action caught Pik off guard. He was surprised by its tender nature under such a circumstance. “Maddie…talk to me…tell me what I need to know…” he urged, softly.
She opened her eyes and looked up into his. “When….when you c-came out to see me by the pool today…to s-see how I was…it meant so much to me.”
He slid his hand slowly down over her throat. She hadn’t noticed he had released his grip on her wrists until she realized her hands were on his shoulders and his other hand had slid down to the middle of her back.
Pik was getting overwhelmed. He wanted to get to the bottom of her mysterious presence, but he was getting lost in her closeness, her scent, and the yielding way she was leaning her body against his. He saw the complete, unhidden love her eyes held for him, and it sent a shock through his entire frame. Nothing but his desire for her was occupying his thoughts at this point. Nothing except the knowledge that his actions during the next few moments could drag her into his dark life. He would give her one last chance, for her own sake, to leave. His lips touched her ear as he told her, “You have to leave now, you have to.”
She pulled back and looked at him, the tragic “why” unspoken. He said, “If you stay here with me tonight, I won’t be letting you go. There will be no turning back.” His heart throbbed with each word. He did not want her to leave! She tilted her mouth toward his and he teased it with his lips, refusing to deepen the kiss. “I mean it, Maddie,” he breathed. He hadn’t realized they had been moving across the room until he felt her stop abruptly, the backs of her legs against his bed.
Their proximity to the bed pushed him over the edge, of his limits and of the mattress, and he leaned her back onto the blankets. He at last caught her lips in his, and she moaned with relief. He deftly unbuttoned the top of her dress and slid his hands down her arms, removing it to her waist. She eagerly helped him remove his customary black turtleneck, and they both gasped at the mutual pleasure of feeling each other’s hot, bare skin against their own. He kissed her again deeply, urgently, and when he slid his mouth to her throat he heard her whisper her love for him in his ear. Remorse, a feeling almost alien to him, stabbed at him, and even as he rolled them to the center of the bed, he protested, “You don’t know what you’re saying, you don’t know what kind of man I am.”
She turned his face to look at hers. “Nothing…“ she said, “nothing will ever change how I feel for you.” She stroked his cheek, looking lovingly into his eyes, and he knew she meant it to the depths of her soul.
Hastily shed clothing made its way to the floor. They held none of themselves back, they had waited too long. He drew her into his abandon, delighting in her soft cries and he mouthed his way across her chest. Incapable of waiting much longer, he parted her legs and buried himself into her, and it was as blissful as he’d imagined it would be. She was completely his now, and he rode her with long, deliberate strokes, holding off until he knew she was ready, her fingernails digging into his back in anticipation. They cried out their ecstasy together, the low sounds from his throat voiced in time with her fervent gasps.
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