Hunted

HUNTED

“Do you think this makes sense right now?” I hissed trying not to cry and break down in front of him.

“No, but no more escaping right now” he said with finality as he crashed his lips on mine.

It was fierce and I tried so hard not to give in but it’s like my body has been possessed that there’s nothing more for me to do but respond. I closed my eyes taking in his presence, feeling rather than thinking. His kisses became soft and I was moved with his tenderness like he was trying to capture my evasive soul. He kissed me deeper, sucking my bottom lip, tasting and teasing and I held unto him for dear life as my knees started to buckle. His hands possessively snaked around my waist holding me tight, enveloping me in his searing heat and passion. I laced my hands instinctively around his neck, caressing and tugging the hair at the back of his head. He groaned. A soft moan of pleasure escaped my throat causing my lips to part slightly, opening up for him. He took it as an opportunity to gain more access, gently swiping his tongue onto mine and soon everything became a blur. Our tongues danced in a slow, sensual beat, teasing each other with each passionate stroke until I felt my lungs constricted, desperately seeking for air. He must have felt that too, as his face started to pull away slowly but not without showering sweet, little kisses on the corners of my mouth.

 I heard him take in a lungful of air, steadying his breath still holding me in his embrace.

“Krystel” he breathed and I kept my eyes shut. “I-I don’t… really know what to do… but hell, I’m losing my mind every time I think of you with someone else, making you smile, touching you, kissing you because right now all I know is that you belong here with me and I don’t care whether it’s your world or mine as long as we are together in it like this…right now.”

I slowly opened my eyes trying desperately to calm my heart that is in riot inside my chest. With all the sensations swirling inside me, I couldn’t look him in the eye because I don’t want to see his expression, afraid to drown deep and get lost into his ocean like orbs.

I willed my mind to think straight. This is Hunter freaking Cross, the most notorious playboy in Manhattan. He couldn’t just say things like this because I know what kind of man he is. It’s like I heard my mom telling me to run because this is exactly what my father is like, a playboy. And where do that left us now? Hell, only hell.

Hardening my resolve, I pushed him enough to create a space between our bodies.

“I-I can’t. This is a mistake. I have to go I…I’m sorry ” I stuttered turning away ready to run as fast as I could, ready to forget everything that just happened, ready to fight with all my might because I know no matter how perfect this feels right now, I couldn’t let myself fall for this man. I refuse to be like her. I refuse to be like Mom.

He breathed sharply, frustration radiating off of him with the turn of events. “You do realize that there is more to this, right?” he asked hope building up in his voice as he hugged me from behind , feeling all the tensions of his hard muscles.

I shook my head slowly. I couldn’t speak, afraid my own voice will betray me. I know we have this strong pull toward each other stronger than I willed myself to believe. I tried to untangle myself from him, away from his heat. But he wouldn’t let go of me.

 “Don’t do this” I said in a weak voice. I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. “Please… just let me go” I sobbed and my shoulders started to tremble. Slowly, he loosened his grip.

 “I-I… Just… Sh*t!” he swore loudly. “You take care, okay?” he croaked in a broken voice kissing the back of my head with his quivering lips letting me go, turning away, leaving without a backward glance.

I shivered more from the lack of contact, feeling suddenly cold and empty inside. I should have felt relief but I know it’s far from what I have felt.

 I’m a wreck.

So I did the only thing I am good at…

I run.