The Hunter and The Prey

Treasured

Chapter Twenty Three

Treasured

He continues to walk with her in his arms as usual, couldn't quite contain himself putting her down and watches her struggling to limp. It was better this way at least he has to look at her closely. The prey was staring too, sometimes she traces his face and smile. He responded naturally and always near his face to brush his lips against hers -just to be sure he wasn't in a wonderful dream, but even if he is, he will hunt her down again -not to kill her but to force her if she would resist -see if they will both react the same way like what happened in the cave. He couldn't just disregard the amazement and the elation he was feeling right now.

"What are thinking?" he asks, when her eyes wanders away again.

"Earlier," she murmured then her face blushes before she even stop her reactions. She couldn't help it; it keeps swooping in her mind every time they stay quiet.

Chasen chuckled, "I am not that strong though, don't you think? If I was I won't give in with temptation."

"What temptation? You are the one who started, remember?" she retorted indignantly.

He raises his eyebrows in protests. "In case you forgotten Ms. Barry when we are still underwater I was trying to pass air in you the second time, you sort of responded intensely and assaulted me. I almost drown myself when you attack me like that," he laughs; not at all ashamed to display his jubilant reaction.

"I didn't... I needed air that time... and when we break the surface... you leaned forward and...," she trailed off, turning red as she recalls that treasured moment. No matter whose fault it is, she responded to him and she likes what just happened to them. She forgotten everything he had done to her while she reacts the same way he was doing. And she enjoyed watching his naked body as they get dress and leave the cave. The tummy was as if made up of Chinese buns she had when she was still in Alaska. Six buns with his beefy chest, strong arms and legs. The sight was sexy and hot -the description she can think off as she remembers her friends used of words evaluating an unbelievable man. Not to mention their sealing lips when they escaped the second cave. Both were willing to participate and respond ardently.

"I know," he chuckled, watching her blushing face. "And it was amazing," he confess.

The sound of his footsteps and heaving were the only sound at the moment as both of them replay that event. Natalie can still remember too well how he swims them nearby the rocks -then her clothes were the first one to come off as his eager hands works to remove it -and his black shirt and pants were on the ground -well the combat boots held them up, but Chasen kicks it anyway as they resume caressing and gliding. The next thing she knew she ends up waking up on top of him.

The trees sways, the fallen twigs breaks as he passes them, and birds sings in the nearby branch. No signs of galloping pursuers as he eased them through the thick vegetation of endless trees. The sky was preparing for twilight and he can see the village already. Brown skin natives wearing their animal skin clothes stopped and stared as they approached nearer. His Portuguese was so good Natalie was just listening as he talks to the Chief who obviously knew him when he wandered here years ago. The Chief was a plump man with his long hairs pulled behind and secured with a knot. Chasen continue to ask his favors of staying in the village tonight and they will continue their travel tomorrow to reach Manaus region. The Chief took his hands, murmured something and Chasen nodded. The Chief beckoned two of his men and jabbed away in rapid Portuguese; after that Natalie was in Chasen's arms again as he carried her to follow the Chief in one of the hut. The hut will be their space for tonight. It was small like two meters wide; a small bed made up of leaves and wood was the only thing inside the space the Chief lend to them.