Love of my life

Indomitable desire

Vera stirred. For some seconds, she didn't know where she was, nor what had happened. Then she made out the outline of a man, sat by a crackling fire. It was Patrick. Horrified, she began to move, in order to escape from him, but as she moved her left knee, it hurt so much that she had to cover her mouth with her hand to muffle her cry. Although, he heard her, and turned around. His face was the expression of happiness and relief.

"Vera, you're awake! Oh, thank God! You've been unconscious for twenty minutes!" he said, coming to kneel at her side. She flinched back, wanted to get away from him, but the pain didn't allow it.

"Careful!" he said, holding her arms as though to calm her down "you're injured. Don't move!"

At his words, Vera looked at him with a crying, worried, pleading stare.

Patrick held her gaze with his own sorrowful one.

"You're afraid of me. I know. I won't do anything that could hurt you. Just let me cure you, please?" He said, more as a question than an affirmation. A plea.

Vera's eyes seemed to calm down a bit; she nodded, then looked around, still tense. What was this place?

"Oh, it's an abandoned shack, I found it within two minutes walking from where we were. I couldn't carry you until the hotel, it's pouring outside and you need urgent care. We can stay here by the night. It's not much, but it's dry, at least."

He then looked at her leg, still covered by her trousers "Ohhh! This is all my fault. If I hadn't tried to... Dishonour you that awful night and scared you, you wouldn't have run away now, and you wouldn't have gotten hurt. It's all my fault. And you could have died in that pit. God, I hate myself!" he practically almost screamed the last sentence, making her jump, and wince again from the pain. Worried, Patrick took her hand in his, looking at her with an apologetic stare.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" he said, caressing her hand with his thumb. "Now, let's take care of your wound."

He had some tissues with him, and a bottle of water, which he had brought just in case he might be thirsty along the way. He poured some water in the tissue, and turned to her. He looked at her, as though asking for her permission, careful not to scare her. She gulped, still shaken, then nodded. He slowly removed her shoe, revealing her slim foot, and then started to roll up her trousers leg. He tried so hard to not be affected by what he was seeing, as he unveiled her leg, savouring every inch of it. Her skin was alabaster pale, and soft, oh so soft, to his touch. As he was brushing it with his fingers, he felt his trousers tighten, little by little. He didn't need to unveil her leg completely to know it was exquisite to look at: long and slim, it looked like those legs you could see on supermodel's magazines, or those magazines only for men. He had only unveiled her leg just under the knee, and he could already feel his trousers tightened so much around his crotch he almost winced. He had to pluck up all his will to not start to kiss every inch of that leg. God, how he wanted her!

Seeing the way he was looking at her leg, like he was about to repeat what he did some days ago, she tried to withdraw it, only to utter a little cry of pain when she bent her knee.

"NO! DON'T DO THIS!" he bellowed.

She froze, looking at him terrified.

He sighed "I'm not gonna hurt you. No matter how much I want you, Vera, I promise, I only want to cure you. Please! Please let me cure you! Please?" He asked almost in a prayer.

She looked intensely in his eyes. God, those eyes made him crazy! It was like she was digging straight into his soul. He remained baffled for a whole minute, enchanted. Then, slowly, she nodded.