Criminal Love

37. Prisoner

Saturday morning

Dylan wakes up around 8 am, and for a moment his brain does not process where he is because he wasn't able to sleep well the past days without Yue's warmth in his bed. He opens his eyes and squints at the blinding light coming from the window. He sighs and then remembers: the grapes, the strawberries, chasing Yue all over the closet carpet, laughing and painting her... She's here, with him. What a relief.

Dylan rotates his body slowly because he doesn't want to wake her up. There's a gigantic smile on his face at the prospect of finding his sweet señorita by his side, in his bed, but the smile is immediately wiped off his face. What a disappointment to realize Yue is not in bed, and the bathroom door is open but no one's inside.

Dylan snaps to a sitting position with his eyes wide open and looks around frantically. Where the hell is she?!

Bothered, Dylan throws the sheets away and springs out of the bed completely unclothed. He runs to the closet and nothing; he darts to the kitchen and living room and nothing, laundry room and nothing. Oh, you'll see when I find you! Dylan is positively fuming. Or perhaps he is terrified at the thought that Yue might have run away while he was asleep. How did he not notice?

The search continues in the guestroom. Apparently, Yue is not there either, however, as Dylan turns away, he hears someone humming... Yue! The bathroom! What is she doing in the guest bathroom?!

Dylan slams the door open and Yue winces.

"Hey! You scared me!" she yells from under the warm stream.

What Dylan is feeling inside is indescribable. He is upset but relieved, worried yet happy and confused... What a cocktail! He opens the shower door and Yue sees it all in his eyes. She doesn't know if she should comfort him or flee.

Dylan hauls her to him and hugs her, almost suffocating her. "I thought you left. For a moment, I was dying..." he grumbles with his face sunk in Yue's neck.

"I'm sorry," she can barely say, and rubs her hands on his back. "You're getting all wet..."

With water dripping on his face, Dylan steps back and cups Yue's face. "Why are you showering here? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!"

"I didn't want to wake you. You are such a light sleeper... I'm sorry."

Dylan pulls her to him again and keeps her there, in his arms, perfectly fitting inside his embrace. He has no intention of letting go, but their bodies are beginning to react to the proximity.

In an instant, the sadness that was mixed with anger morphs into a fire that flames inside Dylan and turns into an unrestrainable desire. He grabs Yue's thighs and hops her up; he presses her against the tiled wall and Yue shivers, both from the cold surface and the intimacy. Quickly, Dylan takes over her mouth and she willingly yields to his smoldering passion. He's unstoppable and she knows it, but she wouldn't want to stop him even if she could.

Abruptly, Dylan breaks the kiss and glares into Yue's eyes with a fervor that makes her insides palpitate. He moves his lips to her ear and whispers, "You didn't have my permission to leave the bed. Now you need to be punished."

"What?!" Yue exclaims. She trusts this man, but in the back of her mind there's always that idea that he has a whip hidden in a basement somewhere. Don't be stupid, Yue, he's probably just taunting you on purpose! Though he's the devilishly handsome and dangerous type...

Evading any further explanation, Dylan gently brings Yue to her feet and her doubts dissipate without delay when his hands set out to fondle her body up and down. Then, his lips decide to travel down a path of delight from her neck to her shoulders, between her mounds... Oh, dear heaven! That's amazing... "Don't stop..." she faintly requests.