Painted Promises

Chapter Five (R-18)

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Explicit Content: If you are under 18, or easily offended, do not read. 

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Katrina held John's gaze with her own as she place her lips against his. The barely there touch was like a tease, the smell of the whiskey on both of their breaths joining together to intoxicate them even more. John was still fighting within himself between do and don't. The battle causing him to remain completely paralyzed - unable to move, unable to breath, unable to think. Katrina refused to look away as her tongue traced his bottom lip. She quickly placed one leg on the other side of his, effectively straddling him, and pinning him against the wall. Unless he was to suddenly move with great force and throw her to the ground, John was now unable to get away from her. Katrina shivered with the power she felt. John had often called her fierce and forceful, but that was in teasing, as he knew better than anyone just how soft and yielding she truly was. At this moment, though, she held no soft thoughts, had no desire to yield.

John was certain he was dreaming. He had to be. This wasn't 'his Rini.' The eyes that stared into his were cold, hard. Unlike the tongue that moved on his mouth, which was warm, pliant. His skin crawled with...anticipation. He did not have the strength to end this moment of madness. When he felt the weight of her body on top of his, the last shred of willpower left him. His conscience consoled itself with the idea that he was innocent by default. This was Katrina's doing, not his.

Pulling her head back, Katrina stared at the face in front of her. He had been cute when they were kids, handsome while in high school, even considered sexy back in his college days. The man before her now...

"Exotic." The word left her mouth with a moan. The 1/16 Native American blood from his mother's family had become even more apparent as he aged. That Osage ancestor had graced him the high cheek bones and brown eyes that slanted slightly upwards. The sharp jawline of his youth was a little thicker now, but lips were still full with a tendency to appear almost, but not quite pouty. He had never been overly muscled, though fit. His brown hair was flecked with a few strands of grey at the temples, which added an air of maturity his face alone lacked. He somehow reminded her of a Japanese actor she liked.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed and she could see his pulse through the veins in his neck. Licking her lips, Katrina wanted to taste that feeling of his heartbeat, but she forced herself to look into his eyes once more. For a second, she almost lost her power at the look of fear and uncertainty, but then she saw it. She was certain. Mixed with the fear in his eyes was the flash of desire. An unconscious need for her to do what she wanted with him, to experience something they had never experienced together before. 

Her lips nibbled along the vein in his neck, attempting to catch his pulse. Pressing her tongue into the rapid beating, the salty taste of a day of travel and emotion overwhelmed her senses. Like tasting a new food for the time, that first taste of his skin only made her want more. Her fingernails dug into John's forearms as she kissed and bit and licked her way up his neck, stopping to pull his earlobe between her lips. When her tongue flicked rapidly against the sensitive spot just behind his earlobe, John let out a soft sigh against his will. 

He was trying to remain calm, trying to gather his senses, trying to stop her. His body had other ideas, though. His body was reacting to her touch in ways he had never felt before. "This is madness," he thought, as Katrina's lips skipped along his jaw. "I have to stop this now before..."  He lost the thought as her lips pressed into his again, not gently as before, but with a force that took his breath away. She forced her tongue between his lips, tasting every millimeter of skin and teeth. Her hot breath rushed into his mouth, filling it, pushing it open. Her tongue attacked his. No teasing flicks, no exploratory enticements. No soft and gentle entreaties to join her in this moment. His tongue was pushed from side to side, up and down. The taste of her saliva mixing with his became an intoxicating drink in its own right. John suddenly wanted to savor this flavor. He tried to lift his arms, wanting to hold Katrina, slow her down, enjoy this rush of emotion, but her hands forcefully pushed his down onto the cushion. Her head snapped back.