Vanilla Desires

The death kiss ~ 4

"Aryan, I-" He pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her questions with a stern look.

"Go to sleep, Imlie," he told her firmly. "Questions in that pretty brain can wait." A wicked light shined in his eyes as he looked down at her naked body. He trailed a finger over the curve of one breast, watching the nipple harden in response.

When he met her irate eyes again, the vulnerability in them surprised her. "We have forever for your questions. And I have...a lot to tell you...to show you in my world. Rest while you can, my love. I intend to take you on many adventures soon."

She raised her head to nip his nose in punishment, settling down comfortably in his arms. He chuckled softly, pressing her head to his chest.

As her weary body gave in to her dreams, her heart soared in tandem with his rhythmic breaths. Whoever he was, whatever he had been, he felt like home. And there was nowhere else she would rather be.

......

Aryan gazed at Imlie, her petal-soft lips open slightly in sleep. He placed her head gently on a pillow of soft grass, covering her with his robe. He got to his feet, his damp body gleaming in the soft moonlight. She looks like an angel, he thought, watching her long dark hair spread in abandon. He wanted to bite the creamy bare shoulders, peeking out from under his black robe.

When he returned, he would take her again. This time, slow and deliberate. He would spread those gorgeous legs and taste her innermost secrets till she begged him to fck her. He won't...not at that moment. For the longest time, he would explore her body. Turn her over and mark the smooth skin of her back with his lips. Taste the salt of her skin, smell the sensuous woman she was.

She would sob, the pleasure-pain of his touch becoming unbearable. Her need for release overcoming her shyness. Then and only then would he accept her plea this time. He would grip her shoulder, raise her hips and drive into her like an animal. Her buttocks would shudder with each thrust, each gyration of his body against hers.

The sounds of their lovemaking would reverberate through the forest. Feeling the stirring of monstrous desires again, he bit back a curse. The woman was an irresistible distraction. He could not dally here any longer. It was almost dawn.

With a flick of his finger, he arranged the fireflies into a dome-like structure over her sleeping form. She hated the dark. He didn't want her waking up in his absence and panicking. The fireflies would comfort her. He would not allow anything to upset her. With his jaw set, he spread his arms, giving in to the Void.

.....

"Poor girl. She looks like she is sleeping."

"She should have just asked for a blanket. I had one spare."

"I didn't even know she was here alone. My daughter would have given her company. Poor child."

Aryan walked past the crowd of people assembled in the narrow corridor. They shivered as he walked by, feeling only a deathly chill pass through them. Their destination was just an hour away now; a reason why many were awake at this time. The train was chugging along, impervious to the grim atmosphere in the cabin.

"Two deaths in one night. When will this inauspicious time pass?" the rotund ticket collector was whispering to his comrade. He turned towards the morbidly curious crowd.

" All of you move away, please. We are handling the situation." When no one stirred, he sighed in exasperation, shooing people out and closing the door on their grumbles.

Aryan looked down at the prone form of a girl on the wooden seat, her hands clasped between her knees for warmth. A deathly pallor was visible on her exhausted face, her lips pursed in a grimace.