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The Killing Dance :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"You must let me inside your mind, as you let me inside your body." He spasmed inside of me, and it was hard to think.
"I don't know how," I said.
"Love me, Anita, love me."
I stared down at him and did. "I do love you."
"Then let me in, Ma petite . Let me love you."
I felt it like a drape being pulled away. I felt his eyes, and they were suddenly drowning deep, an endless midnight blue ocean that somehow managed to burn. I was aware of my body. I could feel Jean-Claude inside my body. I could feel him like a brush of silk inside my mind.
The orgasm hit me unexpectedly, opened my mind to him more than I'd planned. Flung me wide open and falling into his eyes. He cried out underneath me, and I realized I could still feel my body, feel my hands on his chest, feel my pelvis riding him. I opened my eyes and for a dizzying second I saw his face go slack, that moment of total abandon.
I collapsed on top of him, trailing my hands down his arms, feeling his heart pound against my chest. We lay quietly for a few moments, resting, holding each other, then I slid off him, curling beside him.
"You can't hold me with your eyes anymore. Even if I let you, I can still break the hold at any time."
"Yes, Ma petite ."
"Does that bother you?"
He lifted a lock of my hair, running it between his fingers. "Let us say it does not bother me as much as it might have a few hours ago."
I raised up on one elbow so I could see his face. "Meaning what? That now that I've had sex with you, I'm not dangerous?"
He stared up at me. I couldn't read his eyes. "You will always be dangerous, Ma petite ." He raised upward, bending at the waist, bringing his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. He moved back from me just enough to speak, propping himself on one arm. "There was a time when you would have taken my heart with stake or gun." He took my hand in his and raised it towards his mouth. "Now you have taken it with these delicate hands and the scent of your body." He kissed the back of my hand ever so gently. He lay back, drawing me with him. "Come, Ma petite , enjoy your conquest."
I held my face back, avoiding a kiss. "You aren't conquered," I said.
"Nor, Ma petite , are you." He ran his hands up my back. "I am beginning to realize that you will never be conquered, and that is the greatest aphrodisiac of all."
"A challenge forever," I said.
"For all eternity," he whispered. I let him draw me down into a kiss, and part of me was still not sure if I'd done a good thing or a bad thing.
"You must let me inside your mind, as you let me inside your body." He spasmed inside of me, and it was hard to think.
"I don't know how," I said.
"Love me, Anita, love me."
I stared down at him and did. "I do love you."
"Then let me in, Ma petite . Let me love you."
I felt it like a drape being pulled away. I felt his eyes, and they were suddenly drowning deep, an endless midnight blue ocean that somehow managed to burn. I was aware of my body. I could feel Jean-Claude inside my body. I could feel him like a brush of silk inside my mind.
The orgasm hit me unexpectedly, opened my mind to him more than I'd planned. Flung me wide open and falling into his eyes. He cried out underneath me, and I realized I could still feel my body, feel my hands on his chest, feel my pelvis riding him. I opened my eyes and for a dizzying second I saw his face go slack, that moment of total abandon.
I collapsed on top of him, trailing my hands down his arms, feeling his heart pound against my chest. We lay quietly for a few moments, resting, holding each other, then I slid off him, curling beside him.
"You can't hold me with your eyes anymore. Even if I let you, I can still break the hold at any time."
"Yes, Ma petite ."
"Does that bother you?"
He lifted a lock of my hair, running it between his fingers. "Let us say it does not bother me as much as it might have a few hours ago."
I raised up on one elbow so I could see his face. "Meaning what? That now that I've had sex with you, I'm not dangerous?"
He stared up at me. I couldn't read his eyes. "You will always be dangerous, Ma petite ." He raised upward, bending at the waist, bringing his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. He moved back from me just enough to speak, propping himself on one arm. "There was a time when you would have taken my heart with stake or gun." He took my hand in his and raised it towards his mouth. "Now you have taken it with these delicate hands and the scent of your body." He kissed the back of my hand ever so gently. He lay back, drawing me with him. "Come, Ma petite , enjoy your conquest."
I held my face back, avoiding a kiss. "You aren't conquered," I said.
"Nor, Ma petite , are you." He ran his hands up my back. "I am beginning to realize that you will never be conquered, and that is the greatest aphrodisiac of all."
"A challenge forever," I said.
"For all eternity," he whispered. I let him draw me down into a kiss, and part of me was still not sure if I'd done a good thing or a bad thing.