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I AM SEDUCTION
She stood slowly to her feet as if hypnotized by his authoritative voice.
The white shirt she was putting on was completely unbuttoned.
One did not need a seer to know that she was bare underneath.
He instantly stared straight at her when he realized that.
His pupils dilated at the sight, suspicion and puzzlement its cause.
'Why are you dressed like that?' he demanded.
She studied him closely.
'I told you, I could not sleep.' He said nothing to her, his fervid gaze never leaving her face.
'Come here,' he said again, 'come to me Mine.'
For some absurd reason, the command sounded erotic to her.
She restrained herself from raising a brow at him.
She approached him slowly, deliberately, extending her legs as much as possible to allow a lot of skin to be visible.
He stared at her with a questioning look.
She studied him.
He looked completely unaffected by her near nakedness.
She was beginning to become uncertain, the seed of doubt starting to grow in her mind.
She stopped afore him, looking into his eyes.
'Why couldn't you sleep?' he asked once again.
She was beginning to grow tired of that question.
She looked away in frustration and sighed inaudibly before she returned her gaze to him.
She smiled at him first and then proceeded with her well thought and well made plan.
She wrapped her hands around his neck, leaning on him and arching her body against him in the process.
He let her, looking down at her with uneasy eyes.
'I do not know,' she said, providing an answer to his question.
'You don't?' he asked in a tone that clearly showed disbelief.
She bit her lips softly.
'Are you sure you don't?' she nodded her head quite vigorously at his words.
She saw the small smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips.
Was that from amusement?
'Why?' he asked again.
She nearly became sick on him.
Why was he being such a spoil sport?!
Was he wet behind his ears or what?!
Could he not see what she was trying to achieve?!
'Why don't I know? Is that what you are asking?' she asked him, a little surprised and vexed at the question. 'Is that even a question?!'
'If you don't know, then what do you want?' he said to her.
She smiled coquettishly at his question.
It pleased her.
She thought of what to say to him, holding unto him, more tighter than before.
'Come to bed,' she implored in a silky sweltry voice.
His eyes held hers, intense.
'I want you to hold me,' she said into his ears, having tiptoed to be able to get there.
Then, suddenly, he planted his hands around her slender waist and pulled her closer.
He drew her nearer until there was no gap between them and they were skin to skin.
She gasped as a spark of desire went through her.
She looked up at him, his steady gaze locked on hers, the deepness of that unending melanous hollow ensnaring her totally.
'Why are you doing this?' he asked her.
She couldn't answer, trying so hard to find her voice.
'Hmmh?' he urged her.
She opened her mouth to say something and only succeeded in stuttering incoherently, hopelessly.
'Will you answer me!' he ordered a jussive voice.
'I,' she began.
She stopped short as a moan left her mouth, betraying her.
He had planted his lips on her ears, biting her earlobe.
He bit it lightly again, running his tongue along her pinna with languor.
She tried again to speak but couldn't do so.
Her eyes slid half shut in building delirium.
His mouth went lower still, planting kisses in the groove between her ear and her shoulders.
Her hand around his neck tightened considerably as the sensations -hot and sweet and molten- went straight to her knees, weakening it to the veriest that was possible.
Her legs wobbled physically from the impact.
Her insides melted from the heat of latent yet lethal desire.
A need so sudden, so fervid, so primal and so all consuming went on to engulf her mercilessly, startling her.
She still managed to study him, especially his eyes, despite it all, despite the wanton emotions clouding the essence of her reasoning.
His eyes were intense, blazing with uninhibited desire.
Her heart jumped with delight in her thoracic cavity.
'Yes?' he whispered into her ears, bringing his lips only inches away from her earlobe.
Then, he slowly brought them close to her lips.
'Why are you not speaking yet?' he asked her with his lips only a breath away from hers - like he hadn't any idea the reason why she could not do so.
She remained mute, not because she could not speak, but because she didn't want to do so.
She busied herself with studying intently the sexual attraction that she was sure was mutual playing lambently, flippantly around them.
He stared at her, obviously and patiently waiting for her answer.
'Beast,' she mumbled at last.
'Don't call me that,' he whispered close to her ears, his hot breath fanning her cheeks, spiking her passion hard and fast.
'Then what do I call you?' she asked him with a purr, staring up at him.
He smiled at her before he dipped his head and his lips languorously moved over the skin of her neck.
Her breath shortened in a heartbeat.
She arched against him, welcoming his roaming lips, his gliding tongue and the pleasure it brought.
He gripped her tighter.
Her jutting breast pressing against his chest.
'Gideon,' he murmured.
'Gideon?' she asked him with slightly lifted eyebrows.
'Yes sweet Rose, call me Gideon.'
She stared at him for a long while.
Sweet Rose?
Was that perchance her actual name?
She was tempted to ask him but did not do so.
She did not want to give him the joy of knowing it all.
'Gideon,' she said, pushing the matter concerning her nomenclature to the back of her mind.
'Yes Mine,' he answered her.
She nearly snorted.
So he was back to Mine?
The playboy!
'Mine,' he whispered again.
This time, his voice was erotically soft and pressing, coaxing, seductive, entrapping.
His hands played with her back, flippantly yet disturbingly arousing.
She tried but failed to suppress a shudder of pleasure.
He pulled her higher against his hard body, rubbing all of her softness over his hardness.
Her body instantly went on fire, completely.
Her nipples hardened into tight beads from the heat emanating from his body.
'Gideon,' she mumbled unsure, not knowing whether she should really address an emperor by his actual name.
"Yes."
'Oh Gideon!' she half moaned again with surety.
But this time it was on a raspy breath for his lips had found its way to the top of her breasts.
He was gentle, quickly shifting the open shirt out of the way.
'Ohhh!' she moaned again as he circled her areola with his tongue.
She clasped him with both hands, arching towards his mouth, wetness sipping loosely at her heated core.
'Rose,' he said lifting his mouth from her breasts.
He came up to look at her, locking gazes with her.
'Sweet Rose,' he said again with a fierce almost possessive look on his face before he tilted her head and slanted his lips over hers.
Fire, scorching hot, blazing fiercely and burning uninhibitedly roared to life inside of her.
And the inferno rapidly moved from her lips down to her oesophagus, through her duodenum to her stomach.
It went straight to her heated core, alighting a new kind of fire in her.
It was a thick liquid kind of fire that melted her vagina walls.
It seeped ungraciously through her silken funnels and escaped through her vulva, wetting the insides of her thick fleshy thighs.
It stunned her shitless, the intensity of it all.
Need pulsed through her, quick and intoxicating as he dug deeper, hungrily.
He was ravaging her mouth, his lips over hers feeling tantamount to survival.
No one had ever made her feel like this -not even the lover she had very faint memories of, all of it dimmed to almost naught in her cerebrum.
At least she remembered that his name was Trevor.
Trevor had been just fine.
But, none of his kisses had made her feel like this.
None of his kisses had ever come close to awakening this ensnaring morrass and incandescent sort of passion and desire inside of her like Gideon's could.
And it terrified her.
It terrified her how much she wanted this man, her enemy, the beast.
It also frightened her how bad he wanted her.
It was evident in the way he was possessive of her and in all of his actions.
It was evident in his touch to mark, his caresses to brand, his kisses to claim and his erotic whispers that always threatened to take her over the edge.
It mortified her how it all felt so consuming, his possessive passion enveloping her without mercy.
She had only ever felt like this in his arms, spiralling, completely out of control.
When he lifted his lips from hers, her eyes slowly slid open.
'Come,' he whispered softly, biting gently into her cheeks.
She diddered slightly as heat traveled once again through the entirety of her.
It was doing absolutely nothing to quench the unquenchable fire he had earlier stoked in her.
He stared at her for a long while, caressing her abundance of oxblood hair.
'Do not ever try to seduce me again Mine,' he said to her.
He had known all along?
She was surprised though she should not be that he had known of her charade.
'I am seduction.'
She did not doubt the fact that he was.
'You are beautiful sweet Rose and you are mine.'
Then, he smirked at her, quite evilly, such that her blood ran cold, congealed on the spot.
Her hypothesis, it was the latter.
He desired her because she belonged to him.
She was his possession, his property.
And it was not because he actually loved her.
She gasped softly at the realization, fear attempting to choke her into going to meet her maker.
'You are mine,' he repeated with that cold hard gaze.
She stared back at him with glazed eyes.
There was nothing to find anymore.
Her hypothesis was now a full blown theory -courtesy of him.
...OmaPhinaPhire