Bethany felt
fresh tears spring to her eyes as she gazed out her kitchen window to see
the sun set at its unusual pace once again. She had spent half the day
crying and was sure that she couldn’t cry anymore, but she found that she
was wrong. As darkness blanketed the land, it found Bethany sitting on
her tile kitchen floor with her arms wrapped around herself, slowly rocking
back and forth, and for the hundredth time that day, crying until her eyes
hurt. The sound of a loud high pitched bell brought her back to herself
as her oven told her that her lasagna was done. She took a deep breath
before pulling herself up off the kitchen floor. Grabbing a nearby dish
towel, she opened the oven door and was hit with the aroma of the dish.
She reached in and pulled out the food, but not before her fingertips touched
the hot side of the pan. Quickly closing the door, she placed the pan on
the stovetop and ran to the sink. She quickly turned the water on and stuck
her hand under it. She didn’t know if that was the proper way to treat
a burn, but it would have to do. She pulled her hand out of the water and
looked at her fingertips that were turning a light shade of red. She put
the towel under the water, letting it soak before squeezing the extra mater
out of it. She wrapped it around her stinging fingertips as she turned
toward the nearby dark hallway that led to her bathroom, hoping that she
had unpacked her first aid kit, but as she looked up to see where she was
going, she suddenly found herself trapped.
He was standing
in her doorway, a bit hard to see because of the black background. Just
about every bit of him was covered in black, save for his hands and arms
that were crossed in front of him. He wore a long black robe with a hood
that hid his face from her sight.
Bethany immediately
started to tremble with fear. Never had she seen a man so large!
"Who are you"
Bethany asked in a voice just above a whisper.
He didn’t answer.
She asked again.
"Who are you?"
Acting like
he had ignored her question, he slowly took a step toward her.
"Don’t come
near me!" she screamed as she backed away.
"And why not…
Bethany?" A low voice asked.
Her eyes widened
and mouth opened slightly as she heard her name on his lips. He took another
step towards her.
"Stay away from
me!" She backed away until her rear bumped against the counter edge.
He continued
his slow journey to her, noticing that she was trembling. He didn’t stop
walking until he had her trapped between his body and the counter, yet
he was careful not to touch her. Her eyes were drawn into the darkness
where his face should be, so she didn’t see the large hand come up to stroke
her cheek. She quickly turned away from the touch only to find another
palm on the other side of her face. He caught her head in his hands and
turned her to face him. He saw tears form in her eyes then roll down her
cheeks in hot, fat beads. He felt one touch the skin of his hand and he
cursed himself again for scaring her. He brushed her tears away with his
thumbs, only to have them replaced with new ones. One hand moved to the
back of her head and stroked the softness of her hair, trying to calm her,
and watched as her eyes widened.
She knew that
touch…
He bent down
and brushed his lips against the skin of her face, effectively getting
rid of her tears. He worked at one cheek, than the other, then moved along
the bridge of her nose, nipping at its tip, then bent lower to capture
her trembling lips with his.
Why were those
lips so familiar…
Her lips parted
and his tongue slid in to gently explore. A tiny whimper slipped from her
throat as she felt a familiar fire begin to flicker in her belly. Bethany
ripped her lips away from his, although her head was still caught in his
hands and looked up at him with wide eyes.
‘She recognizes
me.’ He thought
Bethany felt
his hands leave her head and watched as they grasped the edge of his hood
and pushed it back until it pooled on his shoulders.
Bethany swore
on that moment that she had yet to see a more beautiful man then the one
standing before her. Long auburn hair framed the slender face that sported
strong features that reflected his strong spirit. A pair of full lips that
were pressed into a frown rested below a slightly upturned nose that hinted
at an aggressive side, but both handsome features were put to shame by
the beauty of his eyes. Twin green eyes that held hers in a glare of intensity.
He stood there, waiting for judgement to be passed.
Before she could
stop herself, she reached up with her injured hand (the dishtowel fell
off long ago) and lightly touched his face, as if she was trying to prove
that he was real. Her fingertips burned more than they already did as they
slid over his cheek, nose, then down to touch his lips. He reached up and
caught her hand in his. He brought it down so he could look at it.
‘So small
compared to mine…’ he thought as he turned her hand over in his to
inspect her burnt fingertips. He ran a finger over the red skin and in
the next second, the burnt skin was healed.
Bethany saw
what he had done to her and she should have been scared, for some reason
she wasn’t. She looked at her healed fingers as his finger continued to
run over them. That one small and innocent touch somehow left her hungry
for more. His hand suddenly slid up her arm and cupped the back of her
head and drew her closer to him. As he bent his head to kiss her, her knees
suddenly buckled and she would of fell if an arm hadn’t snaked around her
waist and pulled her closer. She didn’t resist and pressed closer to his
massive frame. She felt the heat from his body through her white ribbed
turtleneck sweater and long black skirt and the velvet-like robe that he
wore. She remembered how soft it was when she touched him last night and
when she shyly wrapped her arms around him, she found that it was still
soft and pleasing to touch.
His heart felt
like it would beat right out of his chest. His lips met hers with a kiss
full of possessive passion. He felt her hands drift lightly over his body
and he did the same to her.
Her body stiffened
as she felt his hands move against her rear, unzipping her skirt and letting
it fall to the floor. She jerked slightly when his hands then slipped under
the sides of her briefs and slowly drew those down as well, letting them
join her skirt on the floor. His hands then grabbed the hem of her sweater
and in one quick movement, swept it and her bra up and off of her. She
could of fought him. She could of snatched her clothes back up to cover
her nudity, but she didn’t. She stood in his embrace, naked, with his lips
always growing gentler by every movement. Soft whimpers excaped from her
lips as his lips left hers and drifted over her face, only to return to
hers. The kisses were soft, but as their hunger for each other grew, they
kissed with a painful urgency.
Before he could
stop himself, he picked her up off the ground and sat her on the counter.
She didn’t seem to notice her new position and wrapped her arms around
his thick neck. His hands slid over the flawless skin of her back, arms,
and neck, then lower to her legs that rested on either side of his waist.
His hands slid over every inch of her being, except that one place reserved
for other things. His hands were light, treating her like she would break,
and the pure tenderness of him brought tears to her closed eyes. He bent
down over her to kiss her, but was taken by surprise when she jumped into
his arms, arms lacing around his neck and legs wrapping around his waist,
and kissing him with all the passion in her being. He groaned as he put
his arms around her and began making his way through the dark house and
to her bedroom. She knew where he was taking her and wished he would walk
faster. She knew she might regret this in the morning. She knew that she
would be confused and hurt again, but morning wasn’t here yet and she wanted
to savor the moments that he shared with her.
He reached her
room that was lit by the moonlight that flooded through her window and
quickly set her down upon her bed before straightening and removing his
robe. Bethany gazed upon his body for the first time. Handsome was too
weak of a word to describe him. His hair hung past his shoulders and reached
just to his chest which was large and well developed. His arms and legs
were equally built with strength to spare. His stomach was lean and narrowed
down to firm hips, but what was lower than that is what caught her attention.
His manhood was long, curved, and stood ready for her. Her eyes widened
and she looked up at him, fear beginning to cloud her mind. He quickly
joined her on her bed and pulled her to him, and let their lips meet. His
kiss promised the same pleasure and fulfillment as he had shown her last
night and her body shook in anticipation. He urged her under him and she
opened her legs, arching her back slightly, telling him that she was ready.
His hands grasped her hips as he lowered himself into her. He tried to
go slow, but she instantly held onto him, holding him within her. Her body
was still a bit sore from the previous night, but it could easily be overlooked.
Before he began his strokes within her, she called upon all the strength
in her body and pushed heavily on one side of his large body until he rested
on his back and she came up with him.
She smiled as
she saw his eyes glaze over with this new position. He allowed her to concur
him and enjoyed this new experience. She let her hands rest flat on his
stomach as she slowly raised herself upwards then come back down. She repeated
the motion a bit faster than before, causing his hands to fly to her hips
and hold them in a painful grasp.
"No…" she managed
to whisper as she stopped moving in order to draw his hands away from her
body and pin them to the mattress. She kept his hands down as she once
again slid down his length.
Although he
could of easily of broken her hold on him, he allowed her to rule over
him this night. The experience was exciting yet pleasurable for he himself
had never been the receiver. His eyes rolled back into his head as his
throbbing member was surrounded by her tightening muscles that only seemed
to grow tighter. She heard his groans and answered them with cries of her
own. Her sighs combined with his growls excited them both as they rediscovered
what the other had to offer. The fire in her only seemed to grow as she
rode him, trying to seek fulfillment. He sought for the same goal and as
their breathtaking climax came, he broke her hold and grabbed her waist,
plunging her down upon him one last time before releasing his seed within
her trembling body. Her back arched and she cried out in her release while
tears of joy ran down her flushed face.
He reached up
and brought her down beside him. Both were breathless and tired, but that
didn’t stop her from wrapping her arms around him as best she could and
pressing her body to him, as if she were afraid he would disappear again.
He gathered her in his arms and pressed a kiss against her lips. Bethany
was about to speak when she found that her lips were pressed against his.
Sleep’s demands were tugging at her mind, but she wanted to stay awake,
to find out what kind of man he was, or at least know his name. After only
a few short but pleasant seconds, she fell asleep once again in his arms.
He felt her
body relax against his and heard her breathing slow. He had to blink several
times to hold the tears that threatened to fall back. He nuzzled the crown
of her head and breathed in the familiar scent of her. He couldn’t leave
her tonight. Never had he ever encountered a woman like Bethany, and never
had he cried over the pure innocence of the pleasure that a woman had brought
to him. She was more than special to him. Words couldn’t describe what
he felt toward her. Such love and passion… but their was still one problem.
She still didn’t know who he was. On that second, he swore that he would
tell her who he was. He didn’t know how she would take it, but she deserved
to know the truth.
He pulled the
bed blanket over the both of them. He gathered her in his embrace and remained
in her bed until the sun forced him to leave, but he wanted to make sure
that she would not forget him in the morning or think that he had abandoned
her. He remembered that he once heard that human girls liked presents and
gifts…
Copyright 1999 by Lady Serria