The Taming

No You Don't

"What's wrong with it?" Sebastian queried.

She frowned and her brow furrowed fearfully.

"What is it?" He rushed to her side. Taking her hands. To his surprise she let him grip her fingers, lightly stroking the knuckles with his thumb. "What can I do?"

She worried her lip and eyes roved his face as she tossed over what to do. Then abruptly her expression melted. Her head lolled back and when it dropped forward, her eyes were liquid. She licked away what remained of the wine on her lips and her head lowered. Eyes intent on him.

I know that look. He was startled. But I've never seen it on her.

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Her lips parted breathlessly, damp and red from the drink. She slid one of her hands free to flatten against his chest. In less than a second it molded over his body trailing up. She stood on her toes to reach the back of his neck.

He noted faintly her smell had changed. Lending a more poignant sweetness to the air. Some hormone she was releasing.

A scent he liked.

A pheromone. He realized. It was dizzying his senses.

And hers, apparently.

Her hands were roving his body like a wanton.

And I'm certainly not complaining!

His hands snapped out to snatch her hips and drag her against him almost violently. His fingers biting into her with the violence of his needs.

His beast was writhing just under his skin, making tiny bones realign already as he yearned to take her.

In whatever form it takes to possess her.

He could feel his animalistic nature clawing at him. He was having a hard time controlling himself.

He tried to collect himself enough to stop. To think.

What's happening? He frowned at her. Feeling his pupils dilating as he stared at her. He shook his head trying to dispense that scent filling his nostrils like an aphrodisiac. Trying to shake off the change that was perilously close to overtaking him.

What is she doing to me?

How does she suddenly smell so good? Far better than wildflowers, now.

Standing on her toes she pulled his head down to her to brush his lips with hers. A teasing touch of the sweetest nectar.

He growled into her mouth and didn't miss a beat, wrapping his arms around her waist to jerk her fully against him. Head sinking to her as her tongue darted to tease his lips. He took her mouth hungrily. Tasting the strawberry still on her.

Strawberry...He barely registered. Taking that in despite that his thoughts were so muddled. Becoming fuzzier by the moment.

The kiss was wild, passionate and filled with abandon. Her hands roamed his chest and back as freely as his caressed over her.

She was matching him touch for touch and his body was heatedly responding. Growing hot to the touch.

"You're so warm." She murmured against his mouth. Gasping for air as she fought to catch her breath.

He turned his head to pursue her. Closing the distance, she'd just made to speak. Kissing her a moment before admitting. "Yea. You're making me that way."

"I want more..." She said greedily. Catching his bottom lip between her teeth and tugging lightly.

He reached up and caught the neckline of her dress. A heartbeat before wrenching it apart her hands landed on the back of his fists.

Eyes stormy and a panicked look written over her face she stood paralyzed. With a cry she fled the room, clutching her skirts to run up the stairs.

"Oh, no you don't!" He was on her heels. Unwilling to surrender the moment.