| 5th Page of BOUND. His kiss was exquisite. If she had been inclined to admit her attraction to Dr. Lecter before this, she would have expressed uncertainty about just how comfortable she would be when confronted with this mouth. She need not have been concerned. His tongue stroking hers, even his teeth nipping at her lips... these felt like the most natural things in the world. She was astounded at her own lack of fear. She was peripherally aware of pain in her arm as he tightened his hold on her. It was bent firmly behind her back now, the muscles starting to cramp, but her discomfort seemed unimportant for the moment. Far more immediate was her body�s response to the Doctor�s more pleasurable attentions, the moist heat between her thighs. If she needed further evidence that he wanted her, any doubt that she might have had vanished when his free hand went to her waist, pulling her against him. The proof of his desire for her was unmistakable. Despite the delicious sensations of his mouth on hers, his free hand trailing down from her hip, her cramping muscles demanded her attention. She winced, straining against his hold on her. �Is something wrong, Clarice?� His voice held more amusement than concern, dark eyes flashing almost unpleasantly as they searched hers. �My arm...� she began softly, making a futile attempt to reposition it. He held her firmly as his eyes roamed over her face, relishing her discomfort. Fear began to creep in around the edges now, and he recognized it instantly. He wrapped his free arm around her, finally allowing her to maneuver herself into a more comfortable position. "Come now, Clarice..." Lecter purred, amusement gleaming in his eyes, "... you aren't afraid of me?" He brought his mouth close to hers and his tongue slipped out to lick her lips. She hesitated for a moment, unsure how to answer him. "I was reminded of just how much you enjoy pain," she whispered finally. His smile did nothing to reassure her. "Pain and pleasure are not so far removed, My Dear." His hand came up to fondle her breast. Her own, having no choice but to follow, curled around his wrist her grip tightening when he roughly pinched the nipple. A low moan escaped her, the sound of the Doctor�s throaty chuckle taking it�s place in the silence that followed. He brought his mouth to her ear, and she could feel the barest brush of his lips as he whispered, �Are you wet, Clarice?� The wave of desire that washed over her literally left her weak. �Doctor...� His mouth was still at her ear as he spoke. �That�s terribly formal, My Dear...� He paused to nuzzle her neck. �... particularly with a man you�re about to fuck.� His hand had traveled down from her breast and he used it now to make sure that she was pressed firmly against him as he bit her just behind the ear. She turned her face to him, bringing her mouth close to his, aware of his breath on her lips. �Do you plan to take me here in the alleyway, Doctor?� She was distressed to hear an urgency in her tone that did not go unnoticed by her companion. �Mmm...� Sharp teeth nipped at her mouth. �I think not.� He released her abruptly. �Come with me, Clarice.� Section 5 Come with me? Did she have a choice? Of course not, you didn�t leave yourself a choice, Starling. You must not have wanted one. Turn page to next part of fic.... |