By
Steph
Chapter Six
*
Note:This chapter contains a bit of adult material.
They lay together bodies entertwined and joined. Isabelle closed her eyes as her
face pressed against his neck. His scent was masculine and sensual and she had
never felt so secure and cherished as she did in this moment.
His breathing had returned to nomal and he supported his weight upon his
elbows easily. Pik had no idea why he found it utterly impossible to control
himself around her. His otherwsie cold reserve seemed to melt away into forgotten
corners of his mind.
He wanted her again. He was still hard with need and he doubted he would ever
be able to fulfill his craving for her.
Pik realized he was still half clad as was she. He smiled slightly and slid his hands
down to her clinging nightgown. Yes, he wanted to feel all of her and he wanted to
feel her against his own bare skin.
He began to gather the thin fabric in his hands and edged it up and tugged it over her
head. Isabelle looked into his eyes and knew what was to come. It pleased her to
no end. She wanted more of him.
Isabelle moved her hands to his chest and unbuttoned the remaining buttons of his Jacket.
He raised his body slightly so she could better reach the last button.
Just that slight movement brought forth a blast of pleasure. Isbelle gasped !
Pik could feel his need arise anew and he quickly fumbled with the rest of his Jacket
and encumbering turtleneck. The articles of clothing fell to the floor with no care.
Isabelle fliched at the first contact of his bare chest upon her own bare body.
It seemed like an instant reflex for her hands to grasp his shoulders and trail along
his lean but well formed biceps.
He easily lifted her body and his and moved further up the bed so they lay entirely
upon the soft mattressess.
Pik pressed his lips to hers and gave her a lingering slow and lazy kiss. It was
maddening ! Isabelle wanted him instantly and she moved her hips to make it
known to him. Pik broke the kiss and gazed down at her feverent face... He grinned
a knowing smile and obliged.
Isabelle gasped as his slow and sensual movements made her writhe with
unimaginable pleasure.
Pik lost all control and any thoughts of reason as me moved within her. She
completed the other half of his soul.
It took only moments to reach their goal for they were so entuned into each
others needs. Pik crushed his mouth to hers as spasms of ectasy rocked thru
his body. He savored her low and deep moan of pleasure as she clung to him
for dear life.
Isabelle fell into an exhausted sleep almost instantly. There could never be
anything more perfect than what she had just expeirenced. Her fingers slid
to his large and powerful hand.
He rolled slightly off of her and pulled the thick quilt over them, then he
lay his head back upon the pillow and watched her sleep.
He would have to leave before she awoke. It would be to hard to explain
anything to her. There had been merely a few words spoken between them
since he first encountered her that night. He could not, and would not
allow himself to become attached to her. He could not see her again for it
was far to dangerous. Yes, he would leave soon and sever any and all
contact. Pik lifted her small hand to his lips and he gently placed a kiss
upon her skin. It would be perhaps the hardest thing he had ever had
to do.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fouchon lit a cigar as he waited patiently. He had followed Van Cleaf and now
sat in his Jaguar awaiting his departure. Fouchon found himself smiling as he
realized where Pik was going. Yes, he was amused for the moment.