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A Taste Of Passion

The urgent need to escape coursed through her veins as she stormed past the red walls to the room where she perceived the wall cases to be. Relieved to find her way was not blocked by a locked door she returned to the case room. Pacing back and forth, she attempted to work out her frustration. "Ugh! I am such an idiot!" Muttering to herself she watched her feet quickly carry herself across the beige carpet.

"You're not an idiot"

Whipping her head up she stared in shock at Lincoln. "Oh God! I didn't see you there."

Taking in her flustered state, "Come here, you need to sit and calm down a bit." Reaching for her hand, he led her to a leather couch positioned near the toy case.

Keeping a foot of distance between the two of them, he settled his large frame onto the two-seater love seat. Making it a point to look anywhere but at Lincoln, she observed the couch. The cedar brown leather was accented by red and tan throw pillows. Running her hand across the leather, Seph focused her attention on the sensation of the cracks and ripples against her hand. Soaking in the sensation, she almost missed the shudder of the couch as Lincoln shifted. Turning to face him she found him staring intently at her while sitting closer to her.

"Tell me Persephone, what the hell happened back there?" This time she was too upset to register the shiver at the sound of her name on his lips.

Shaking her head in bewilderment, "I don't know. I just can't wrap my head around it."

Pressing his mouth in a tight line, "No Persephone. Don't pretend you don't know what's going on. She's your sister. So I'll ask you again, what the hell happened back there?" The firm press of his lips caused her to have distracting thoughts of what she could do to his mouth that would erase the look of displeasure.

"She may be a bit wild, but I would have never thought she would come to a place like this."

If anything, his displeasure seemed to deepen. "A place like what?"

Seph stumbled over her response, "A place for, well, sex."

A hard glint entered his steel gray stare, "No Persephone, this is not a place for mere sex. Category is where your desires are fulfilled. Your darkest fantasies are realized. A place where your every need can and will be met. Once you enter Category with the intent to be pleasured you will never be left wanting." He paused to gauge her reaction to his words.

Internally Seph was reeling as she broke away from his gaze. Between worry over her sister to the showdown she just left, Seph couldn't deal with whatever Lincoln wanted her to process. Her addled mind growing desperate to shove down the stress and anxiety swelling inside, she shifted her focus towards the desire heavy between them. Her breathing had become heavier, slightly labored. It was impossible to discern if that was a result of stress or desire. Without conscious thought, her legs had pressed together as desire pooled at the crux of her thighs. Confusion and an almost imperceptible wave of embarrassment came over her as she tried to grapple with these unexpected changes. Unsure of what else to do Seph turned her gaze back to Lincoln.

Once their eyes met, he felt an overwhelming need to touch her. The air between them growing heavier as each second passed. Lincoln lifted his hand toward her mouth and ran his thumb across her lower lip. She stared at his eyes as they fixated on her mouth. Unconsciously she ran her tongue across her lips. Inhaling in a quick shuddering breath, his eyes whipped up towards her own. Agonizingly long seconds ticked by as she drowned in the grey ocean of his stare. Overwhelming need to feel her aching body pressed against his consumed her. Rational thought nowhere in sight, she exhaled a thick sigh of desire. A spark of fire in his eyes were the only warning before his hand reached into her hair to firmly grasp her scalp and dragged her mouth to meet his own.