Fighting for Dominance

Chapter 7~ Run

                             KATHERINE'S POV:

  After hearing the story about the fire, and how he saved me from the blazing flames. I just… I don't know. I don't remember a fire. The question is… Is he telling the truth? I don't know this man, he's a complete stranger to me. But he acts as if he knows me, my body feels as if it knows him This is all just too much. I'll have to do my research when I get back home.

“ Remove your arms, and stop doing the eye thing. I need to sit down” I told him harshly. Obviously, that got his attention. “ So, you ARE affected by my eyes? What if I do this…?” he said as he caressed my chin in his palm, while sliding his thumb against my bottom lip. I'm starting to shake, not sure if it's from the nerves or the tingly sensation flooding my body. This is strangely odd, but at the same time warming.

 “Kareem please,” I asked again as I turned my head to the side, trying to reject his touch. “ Mmm… Beg me again love.” He said with now a sexy tone in his voice. (-_-)" Kare…” I managed to choke out, before he moved his hand from my chin, down to lightly grasp my neck. I stared into those damn eyes again, captivated at the silverish glow in them. “ Admit it love, you're enjoying this, aren't you? I can smell your arousal as if you're wearing it instead of your perfume.”

 A small moan escaped my lips in betrayal. That yes in fact, I am enjoying this. Admittedly, probably more than I should be with a stranger. My whole body is hot… Like HOT HOT! My blood feels like lava flowing through my veins, but why? What the hell is going on with me? This hunk of a man before me, is so damn sexy. This is the closest, I've ever been with a man. Oh, hell! Now he's got a sexy ass smirk growing across those juicy lips. “Fuck me,” I mumbled under my breath unintentionally.

“ Is that another beg, that I hear coming from your lips love?” He asked. Next thing I know, he's pressed his entire body up against me and slammed his lips to mine. Everything around me blurred away accompanied by flashes. Sparks going everywhere, I legit cannot feel my toes. I don't know what being “high” feels like, I'll just assume that THIS is the closest I'll ever get to feeling high.

  At this moment with this stranger…. my body, my every being is asking the heavens for him to take my virginity. Moan after moan is betraying me. Kareem wrapped one arm around my ass, and the other still held grasping my throat. He picks me up in such a force as if I weighed nothing to him. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, and our mouths are still battling a war. He slams me up against the door behind us. I break the kiss and let my head fall backwards for much-needed air. He begins leaving a trail of kisses from my lips, down my jawline, continuing down my neck. When he reaches where my neck and shoulder meet, he licks and sucks right above my collar bone, causing me to come undone.

  His hands began exploring my body, and let me tell ya… I wished he'd go lower. The sex between my legs was aching and pulsating so bad, you'd assume it was competing with the beating of my heart. It all was feeling too good to be real. I must be passed out dreaming, or drugged… Something.  All I know is… I didn't want it to stop. However, Kareem's hand did stop. It stopped on my lower back, with one of his fingers, he traced a scar like tattoo that I've carried around etched into my skin, since I was born.
 
  I always kept it covered, too embarrassed to show it off. Then again, I never showed parts of my body off in public. It's a circle with a tree. The tree has four branches. I never could figure out what it was supposed to mean. It's definitely an odd birthmark. My adoptive parents used to tell me that my real parents were sicko's, who must've branded me as a baby. They told me about how they woke up in the middle of the night, to a baby crying in their room. At first, they thought someone was playing a trick on them. But my cries began to get louder, and they turned the lights on to see a newborn swaddled in silk blankets, laying in a wicker basket. There was a note, but it only had my name scribbled on it.

 " What is this?” He asked. I didn't have time to reply before out of nowhere, I shoved him off me. Kareem went flying into the other side of the room. It happened to quick, and I honestly don't fucking know what the fuck just happened. All I know, is I needed to run. Far, far away from him and get home. So… That's what I did.