Twelve Days of Hawtness

Day 1 | Auld Lang Syne (3) | Alayna-Renee Vilmont

CHAPTER FIVE: PLAYING WITH FIRE

Something about her words ignites Gaetano, and he pushes her into the couch, carefully removing the masque and running his fingers through beautifully disobedient onyx hair. "That is what you and only you can teach me, little raven. I agreed to your terms, but what I did not tell you is that you will submit to my desires because you wish to. I will force you to do nothing, as I treasure you. You will burn to do everything, just as the way you struggle now is your nature. Your nature inflames you and arouses you. A man who did not know that would let you go." He pushes her deeper into the cushions, watching her eyes widen. "I, Madame Eleni, am the sort of man who knows better."

He savours the feeling of Eleni as she struggles, her body trying to escape his immobilising grip. "Something is not right about you." Her voice is a mere whisper, as if her breath is powerful enough to extinguish the many candles that light the dark and opulent room. "I should be able to move against you. I am stronger than you know." The more her body pushes away, the tighter his grasp and the deeper her arousal.

His hands move over her body, stopping to admire the work immortality had done. Too often, it found people when they were too young or too old to experience the pleasures of the flesh with the kind of unrestrained wantonness so frowned upon by humans. One hand encircles the tiny ribcage, but his eyes and fingers are mesmerised by the large, heavy globes of her breasts. "Something is indeed not right with you, but somehow, that is what makes you perfect."

Pale and lifted high as if she were wearing a corset at all times, he doesn't understand how her frame is able to support the beautiful mounds. Eleni is tall, lithe, and thin, almost too thin. Yet, this part of her is so womanly and so voluptuous.

He moans slightly as he pulls the dusk rose of her nipple into his mouth. His mind registers surprise as she echoes the sound, her voice stronger when his fingers sink ravenously into the perfect white flesh of the other breast.

"I am told, Madame Eleni, you only enjoy the company of those who allow you to be in charge. It pleases me to know that as is so often the case, rumour is a liar. At the very best, it deals in half-truths."

Her eyes widen, revealing black-rimmed, lust-filled sapphires he would never forget. They do not focus on him but the small candlestick holder in his hand.

The flame moves over her tiny pink rosebud again and again, never touching her but filling her with enough heat that her body tenses and releases with every lick. The heat is agonising and the combination of fear and pain sends spasms through her body. She moves so violently, his hand crushes into the erotic marble of her hip bones. Eleni is the perfect combination of strength and delicacy, and pulling the flame away, he admires the lovely and perfectly-crafted flower that lies between her legs. It looks as if she has never before been touched, and the thought makes him so acutely aware of the way the fabric of his trousers is stretched tightly, pulling him to a breaking point.

"You see, Madame Eleni, I'd find that trait arousing if men did not have a habit of dying or suddenly going missing when you are in charge. I am not about to risk my life, no matter how beautiful you are. " The warmth of the flame creeps closer to the sensitive little bud on display to him, and he has to bite his lip. He may not even need a single touch to find his release. The power of her presence and her unexpected submission are enough.

His voice is a soft and almost reassuring stroke of her skin. "Your pleasure is mine, Eleni, and so is your pain. You do not have to hide from me. I know you enjoy inflicting both on others and yet, they lack the stamina and knowledge to reciprocate." His laugh is dark and taunting. "That is why you have me, and why I will never leave you. We will always be bound, but I am the only man to whom you will dare to submit. Either I have broken you, Madame, or you trust me."