PREYS
by Kamorgana
Disclaimer: I don't own RK, it's Watsuki. I don't make money out of
this.
WARNING AGAIN: There is a graphic lemon (NC-17) in this chapter.
Preys
Chapter 11: The sweetest way to die
She stirred. She was exhausted and feeling good. Satisfied. She smiled
lazily.
She probably had a nice dream. It was so rare lately for her to wake up
in
a good mood. She opened her heavy lids. The room was bathed in the
first
lights of dawn, a few, weak rays of sun playing on the wall. It was not
her
wall.
It was not her bedroom.
Oh. No.
She closed her eyes again, trying to deny the facts, in vain. She was
crazy.
She was a fool. She didn't even have the excuse to be drunk and...
The biggest mistake was that she stayed in all night. She had to get
out of here.
She felt his hand, still resting on the small of her back. They had
both
ended
limply on their stomachs. She propped herself on her palms and made a
turn
to
look around, cautiously, holding her breath as he shifted, groaning. He
didn't
wake up, but his arm was on her thighs now. His back was scarred with
the
red
marks her nails had traced. She looked at his face. Even sleeping he
had
a
severe expression, though with his piercing eyes closed, he seemed
oddly
relaxed. She extended a hand to brush the rebel strands of hair falling
on
his
eyelids, and cut off her gesture just in time. Just make things worse,
Tokio.
She slowly moved his hand, managed to sit on the edge of the bed. Where
were her clothes already? She shook her head as she remembered how she
got
rid
of her panties in the car. She spotted her bra near the bed. Her shoes
were
in
the lobby, with her jacket, as she had thrown them away when they got
in.
And
he had ripped off her dress somewhere on the way to the bedroom. She
hoped
she could still look decent enough in it. She had to walk from the
apartment
to her car in daylight, after all. She stood up on her limp legs.
"Where are you going?"
She whirled around. He was still lying on the bed, his eyes opened now.
Scrutinizing her body, an appreciative smirk spreading on his face. She
felt
a
rush of heat on her cheeks.
Gods, she was reacting like a virgin after her first night. She was
trying
to
ignore the other rush his stare was provoking in her, which was
definitely
not
maidenly.
"Are you going to cover yourself in the sheets?" he mocked.
He stretched his arms, displaying nonchalantly the muscles of his
shoulders
and torso. She watched them play, fascinated, recalling the feeling of
them
under her hungry touch, and the way these arms had hold her tight,
almost
breaking her... Get a grip, stupid. She lifted her chin.
"I don't know why I should" she shrugged. Good. Be distant.
"You looked like you were. So?"
"Isn't that obvious? I was leaving."
"Without saying goodbye?"
He was having fun. She was hopelessly trying to get the haughty
composure
she
had at work. Except that she was standing naked in his bedroom, her
long
hair
framing her body, hiding one breast, but stressing outrageously the
rest
of
her curves and the whiteness of her soft skin, which was slightly
bruised
here
and there.
Wearing the marks he had made. Except that she had spent half of the
night
in
his arms, for the wildest sex encounter he had ever experienced. The
contrast
was so exciting. Did she think she was going to escape so easily? Did
she
expect to be the one deciding now? He moved slowly on the bed, sitting
in
front of her. She was at arm reach.
"Oh, please. I don't know what happened to us last night..."
"Really you don't?" His lips twisted in an ironic grin.
She let out an exasperated sigh. She was even more arousing when she
was angry.
"We both know it was a mistake. I told you it wouldn't solve anything."
She shook her head. She couldn't believe she found herself in that
situation.
If he said a word of that, how could she have any authority on her team
anymore? She was the only woman at that level of command, all these
machos
would be too happy to use her privacy against her. She just gave him a
way
of
destroying her. She shouldn't let him see her concern, so she went on,
her
voice even, indifferent...
"Well, it's done. Now we just have to forget about it. And..."
"Not let it affecting our already messy professional relationship?
Wasn't that obvious from the beginning?" he ended coldly.
She let out a sigh of relief. "Yes. Of course it was."
As he saw her relax, he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him,
circling her limbs with his legs.
"But we're not on duty yet. We can forget about that later." He was
still
holding firmly her waist with his hand, but the other was caressing
teasingly
her belly. He smirked at her puzzled voice.
"You just said..."
"I said later. Can you say you don't want more?" He dipped his tongue
in
her
navel, licking slowly, feeling her stomach clench. "I have my answer,
don't
bother to lie."
"So what? Listen, Saitoh... Oh!" She jerked her head back as his mouth
trailed lower.
She still smelled of their lovemaking, which only made him want her
more,
images of the last night playing in his head. Her hungry eyes, her
greedy
touch, her cries for more, her whimpers of pleasure... She had pushed
him
to
the limits of his physical strength, never letting him dominate her, no
matter
how many times he had tried... and he still wanted to try.
She tried to get out of his arms. As she didn't succeed, she glared at
him.
"Everything will get more complicated..."
"You sound afraid." He kissed her again, his tongue playing at the
junction of her legs. "Are you scared that I use last night against
you?"
She knew it. He wouldn't hesitate to do that. She panicked.
"Stop now. Stop!" She was trembling, both in pleasure and anger. This
man
was
dangerous. One touch and she was melting; he had too much power over
her.
She
couldn't let him have his way again. He had lifted his head to watch
her.
She
sighed once more, disgusted at her own disappointment. She just wanted
him
to
go on and enjoy the feeling. She could explain yesterday, find some
excuses
for her behavior, but this morning was different.
"Are you threatening me?" she couldn't help to ask.
"What do you think? I won the title of bastard of the year."
"You're not really serious," she realized at his sarcastic tone. Was
that his way to tell her he wouldn't? She gazed at his face. The lust
was
still there, but...
Saitoh couldn't understand his own reaction. He only intended to lure
her
into
bed again, to satisfy his need. He could have by sexual persuasion. He
could
have by unbalancing her. By dominating her. But when he saw the shame
on
her
face as she was enjoying his touch, he had realized he wanted more.
More
than
what? He could destabilize her; that should be enough to win the game.
Maybe
it was just not funny to toy with her if she got too weak...
Her hands, which were resting on his shoulders, trying to pull him
away,
shifted delicately around his neck. Thrills of anticipation went down
his
spine.
"Be honest with yourself" he coaxed, as her eyes were still uncertain.
He was right. It was hypocrite to deny it. It was stupid to make all a
fuss
about it now. She wanted him beyond any sensible consideration. The
faster
she
accepted it, the faster she would learn to deal with it. Maybe if she
surrendered, he would loose interest in her...
Without a word, she buried her hands in his hair, pulling him close.
His
eyes
burned with more intensity. She shivered when his lips touched her
again,
and
was waiting for more, but he pulled off. He seized her waist and laid
her
on
the bed, spreading her legs, settling between them.
"I don't think you'll be able to stand when I'm done," he promised,
ducking his head as she caressed his nape seductively.
Last night, each time had been violently intense. They didn't utter a
word,
couldn't get enough, didn't have time for long foreplays. They were
driven
by
a crazy impulse to mate. Now, he was deliberate, thoroughly tasting
her,
taking all his time, his tongue traveling slowly up and down her folds.
She
was getting wet for him. He could hear her heavy breath; it was ragging
already. He lapped her little bud with the tip of his tongue, teasing
it
endlessly, until it unfolded fully, begging for more touches.
"More... Give me more..." she sighed, in a voice so sexy his own pulse
fastened. She was pulling on his head, but he had no intention to give
it
to
her soon.
Taking her clitoris in his mouth, he sucked deeply on it, rewarded by
soft,
desperate cries. Her hands left his head, to grip his shoulders. She
shrieked
as he sucked harder, her head moving restlessly on the mattress, her
legs
spreading even more. His teeth replaced his lips, he nibbled lightly on
her
delicate skin, and she writhed under the sensation. He maintained her
firmly
with one hand, and started to tease her entrance with one finger.
She moved her hips, trying to force him to enter, but he withdrew it at
once,
testing his power over her. She moaned in frustration, only to sigh her
contentment again as he curled his tongue around her bud, lavishing it
tauntingly. Satisfaction ran through him, as he realized that he could
now
control the slightest of her reactions. Could he get her to beg? He
wanted
to
hear her pleading voice...
Tokio felt she was about to explode. She knew what he wanted. He wanted
to
drive her crazy with need. Well, he managed to. His rebel bangs were
tickling
her mound, adding to her torment. Her walls were tightening wantonly,
but
he
refused to fulfill her need for more caresses. The pressure was
building
little by little, and she was depending on his knowing tongue playing
with
her
core. What if he stopped? She was so afraid he would...
"Please... please..."she ended up repeating, as his torture became
unbearable.
He felt triumph spreading through him as she at last begged him. Only
then
he
started to stroke hardly on her core, delving his tongue in it, deeper,
faster, tasting her sweet, swollen flesh, her excitation, getting drunk
on
it.
She arched her back off the bed, propped on her hands, her head jerked
back,
her body sweating, trembling.
"Oh Saitoh yes, like this, go on, oh faster" she was whimpering, her
breath
getting shorter and shorter. She squealed when he found a more
sensitive
spot,
gave it little licks, grazed his teeth on it.
He wanted her to die, thought Tokio. How could she stand something like
this?
The pressure was building too fast now, it was too strong; when it
released
her heart would just stop with the shock. Her hands had no strength
left
already, and she fell back on the bed. He went on even more forcefully,
it
was
so good, it was aching, she couldn't have it anymore, she couldn't get
enough.
She couldn't breathe.
"I can't... Too much..."
She was ready. Delicately, he entered her hot, wet warmth with his
tongue, even so slowly.
She felt every nerve of her body tense at the intrusion of his hard and
soft muscle. Her climax struck her, and she lost the ability to think
or
feel
anything but the waves of it thundering through her body.
He felt her climaxing, groaning in victory as she screamed. He kept on
licking, penetrating her again, maintaining her on the crest, even when
she
had no forces left to do anything but sobbing her pleasure incoherently.
"Yes, yes, oh no more I can't please oh yes..." Last night they had
fought, she had matched him, no matter how far he had driven her, she
didn't
let go until he had. They couldn't say who had led. Now, she just let
him
complete control. He knew he couldn't have it this easily otherwise.
He let go of her, settled his elbows on each side of her body, and
combed
slowly the messy hair out of her face, searching for her eyes. He
wanted
to
see the pleasure he gave her reflecting in them. His all body tightened
as
he
finally darted his gaze in her widened silver pools. Tokio was lost
between
bliss and anger. She lifted her head to kiss his lips, cupping his
face,
her
tongue entering his mouth, part of her grateful for the incredible
climax
he
just gave her, part of her mad at him for toying with her like this.
She couldn't let him win, she just couldn't. Her kiss was gaining force
as her passion renewed, turning aggressive, revengeful. Little by
little
she
was pushing him back, until she was sitting on his lap, his tip
brushing
against her center, both of them shuddering at the contact. He reached
blindly
for the condom box on the nightstand, but had to break the kiss to find
one.
She let her mouth trail on his hard jaw.
"Don't tell me its empty," she murmured.
"We used some, not that much," he smirked, opening the little pack.
"I was afraid we did.." She shifted so he could get it on. She could
have
done
it but she didn't want to stop touching him, even for a second, his
shaped
back, his broad shoulders, his hot skin... She licked on his neck,
feeling
his
pulse increase again under her touch. She thrust her hips forwards when
he
was ready, and threw her head back, moaning with delight as she felt
him
inside, filling her.
He bit the base of her neck, once more surprised and satisfied at her
eagerness. "You are so greedy..."he growled, starting to move inside
her,
in
long, teasing strokes.
She wanted control, he could feel it, but he wouldn't give it to her.
His
mouth went lower, closing around a nipple, sucking on it, until she
moaned
again, then reported his attention to the other one, observing her
smiling
with pleasure. She was so insatiable, he was never sure he would
satisfy
her,
and the challenge only aroused him more... She showed him how much she
enjoyed
him, and his touch, and his body taking her. She wasn't afraid of his
wild
side, neither of her own. Yet this time, he would at last tame her...
"So are you... so much you're gonna loose control?" she finally
answered in a purr.
She tugged on his hair, to lift his head, and gazed into his eyes as
she
began
to move faster, enjoying the mad desire filling the golden depths, in
spite
of
his attempts to keep a steady, slow rhythm.
"This time, you're going first?c."she assured, before offering him her
open mouth.
Unable to resist, he took it, in a demanding, violent kiss, drowning in
his
want for that wicked, tempting woman, who was his prey one minute and
his
hunter the following. She was responding eagerly, her mouth welcoming
his
tongue as her inner walls were welcoming his strokes, closing tightly
around
him. She was pliant, yet in her surrender she was victorious. He
couldn't
control himself, no more, his blood was boiling, his sweaty body
screaming
for release, he had possessed her many times last night and his tip was
hurting now under the pressure, yet he wanted to make it last, he had
to,
it
was good and he couldn't loose...
She broke the kiss, panting, and stroke his hair, murmuring softly:
"Hajime... now..."
Her sweet, sexy voice calling his name undid him. He thrust once more,
and
an
irresistible storm ran through his veins, his body shaking with the
power
of
release, an animalistic sound escaping from his lips. He rolled back on
the
bed, taking her with him, as she let out a soft sigh of ecstasy, her
orgasm
prolonging his pleasure, until he welcomed oblivion.
***
She was lying on top of him, her head resting on his chest, her long
hair
spread on both their bodies like a silk shawl. Her breath was steady,
since
she had dozed off. He fought the urge to caress the ebony mane, the
velvety
skin. He compelled himself to shift her aside, leaving her body, and
get
off
the bed to get rid of the condom. Back from the bathroom, he grabbed
his
ashtray and cigarettes, trying to rationalize.
As he sat again next to her, she stirred and mumbled: "What time is it?"
"Seven." He held her a cigarette, lighting it for her, and she
installed
herself next to him.
They smoked for a while in silence.
"It can't happen again," she finally murmured.
He nodded.
He could deal with physical intimacy. That last time had been
different.
It
was not that she took control, it was how... He didn't want to dwell
farther
into that disturbing turn of events.
She crushed her cigarette in the ashtray, left the bed, retrieved her
bra,
and
went out the bedroom.
Once she finished to dress, she hesitated. She wanted one more kiss,
she
wanted to feel his lips on hers, knowing it was the last time. She
needed
closure. But...
He lit another cigarette as he heard her close the door.
To be continued.
Author's notes:
The title of the chapter refers to a song, The Cardigan's "Paralyzed"
(Persson/ The Cardigans, all rights reserved):
This is where your sanity gives in/ and love begins
Never lose your grip/ don't trip/ don't fall/ you'll lose it all
The sweetest way to die
It lies deep inside/ you can not hide/ it's the meanest fire
Oh, it's a strange desire/ you cannot lie/ it's a needless fight
This is where your sanity gives in/ and love begins
Never lose your grip/ don't trip/ don't fall/ you'll lose it all
The sweetest way to die
When your blood runs dry/ you're paralyzed/ it will eat your mind
Did you hold it back/ it comes to you in slow attacks/ it's the meanest
fire.
I think it fits well this lemon, but as it had no sense with the
non-lemon
version, the title of the chapter is different.
Thanks to Mara for her precious help and suggestions, she once again
checked thoroughly this chapter, and for the space here on her site!
Thanks to Firuze too for her support!
I don't know what I could do without you two!
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