The Encounter
By
Steph
Chapter Five
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Note:This chapter contains a bit of adult material.
Isabelle could barely control the raging enotions that flooded her mind and body.
There was no stopping now, as her hand reached further into his trousers seeking
what she so desperately wanted to find.
Pik was beyond all reason. Nothing mattered to him in this moment but this warm,
passionate woman who was about to find what she was seeking.
Isabelle gasped into Pik's mouth as her fingertips came into contact with his iron
hard manhood. It was so heavenly soft yet so rigid and masculine at the same time.
Isabelle shuddered to think what he would feel like inside her, the anticipation was
coming to an end.
Pik was out of control, he would have her and he would have her now. Pik roughly
lifted Isabelle higher against the wall and postioned himself. He felt as if he didn't thrust himself inside her this very moment, he would perish.
So he did. In one fluid, graceful movement, he was inside of her and the world melted away.
He had never expierenced this level of pleasure before and it rocked him to the core.
She clung to him as if her very life depended upon his strength and she had thrown her head back in ectasy, only to smack it against the wall but Isabelle was oblivious to any pain.
It was if she was complete. This man, this unknown stranger had entered her life and now she would surely die if he departed it.
Isabelle gripped his hard strong shoulders, her fingertips digging into his flesh as he moved within her.
He filled her absolute.
"Oh My God !" She moaned into his ear as she allowed him complete access and moved with him as if they had been lovers for centuries.
With each upward motion she was lifted into a higher plain of pleasure, as was he. With each withdrawl she craved more.
His moans were incoherent and he ran his mouth over her lips in a frenzy as his pleasure mounted.
Isabelle cried out as the first wave of intense ectasy arrived. She prayed it would never end as wave after wave crashed over her trembling body.
Pik threw his head back as his final release neared.
A loud moan escaped his wettened lips and he could feel himself filling her with his seed.
They remained there in the hallway for some time, each trying to regain their sanity and the ability to breathe normally.
Isbelle clung to him, tightening her hold upon him and laying her exhausted against his shoulder.
Pik slowly lifted her away from the wall, as her thighs clenched his midsection. He walked thru the doorway and into her bedroom.
He was still erect and had no intention of removing himself.
Isabelle was thankful for the comfort the bed offered as he gently lay her across the fresh linens.
He postioned himself half on and half off her, as if not to harm her with his weight.
Pik pressed his lips against her throat savoring her rapid pulse and thought to himself.
He had never had a woman react this way to him. He was pleased and wanted her again.
Isabelle ran her fingers over his cheek and pressed her lips against his ear. She so strongly wanted to whisper, "I love you."
But somehow it seemed absurd. No man had ever effected her in this way.
He lay there, inside her, gently caressing her with his strong hands and Isabelle was powerless to refuse him. She has his to command.
Pik Van Cleaf knew full well now why he could not take her life that night. They were
destined to come together, destined to fulfill each others raging desires. He vowed silently that he would protect her with his life.
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