12. Uncontrolled

     Snapping out of my thoughts the memory of him actually showing up and saving me from the silks was front and center. He was the one that brought me to this place. Panic run through me sending goose bumps down my arms. Was he here where ever here was? I can’t feel the burning so maybe not. My vision was blurry when I tried to open my eyes. The room was dark  blinking through the haze I could see wood planked walls like a cabin. I was laying on a dark leather couch covered with a quilted blanket. Did her cover me with the quilt? The couch sat in front of a large stone fire place. With a large moose head mounted above it. Book shelves lined the walls on either side filled top to bottom with books and some rather old looking and strange figurines.  The fire was burning lightly with only  bits of charcoal left like it had been burning for sometime. How long have I been here? 

I sat up maybe a little to fast everything was a bit wobbly. Then I felt it the burning I went to stand to run but my body betrayed me and my legs gave out seconds before I hit the floor someone caught me. Electric charged tingles flowed through me the smell if sandalwood and campfire filled my senses. It was him with me in his arms  I could feel his hand on my waste tighten. My head was resting on his chest and my hand grip his shirt. God he smelled so good I took the moment to take a deep breath inhaling as much of him as I could. He shifted his legs to stand forcing me to look up at his face. I don’t know how long I was staring at his eyes they’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Surrounded by the thickest, longest lashes, The crimson color was dark around the edges and lightened the closer to the pupil till it started to turn an ice blue almost white color. It was like looking at my own just with the colors reversed. Then I realized once again the second his hands made contact with me the burning disappeared. Was I literally going to have to touch him every second to keep that pain away. This was going to be harder then I thought. 

        He shifted us to the couch while still keeping a hand on the lower part of my thigh resting just above my knee. I wanted to push him off but I knew the second I did that the burning would return, which he seemed to know to cause he didn’t move his hand. I was starting at his hand on my leg while enjoying the warmth that filled me from his touch and the silence of the voices that came with it as well. I barely heard him clear his throat trying to get my attention. I looked up at him waiting for him to speak looking at his lips I was imagining if they was soft how would they feel against mine what other things those amazing lips could do to me. Why do I keep thinking this way around him? Before I could finish the thought I swear he heard what I was thinking  he started kissing me. 

       His lips was as soft as I thought they’d be . As if sculpted by an artist  they melded to mine perfectly. The kiss started light like he was testing the waters. When I didn’t protest and pushed his lips firmly against mine. His hand moved to my face and traced my cheek ever so slightly with his thumb. His fingers moved to my hair leaving part of his palm on my cheek pulling me closer to him and deepening the kiss.  A low grumble escaped his lips I took in a breath he used that moment to grab leg and pull it over his lap so quickly I sat on top facing him straddle style. For a second we just look at each other breathless. Taking both his hands one on the back of my neck wrapped in my hair the other firmly at my waste as if to hold me in place. He started the kiss again this time more fiercely. Our lips crashed to gather moving seamlessly and with purpose, with a nip of what felt like fang on my bottom lip I gasped an parted my lips slightly. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in to my mouth.  I was hesitate a moment then joined our tongues danced together in what seemed like a battle to take control twirling around each other learning each other’s movements. He tastes sweet like the lightest honey it only caused me to push my hips forward hard against him. My hands rested on his neck pulling his face as close as I could get it. Moving to his hair I pulled gently causing him to let out a low deep growl. I could feel it through his chest vibrate into mine we was so close it pulled at my core with need. 

       The feeling that gathered so low in me was so intense I found myself moving my hips while I was straddle on top of him, back and forth, back and forth. A straining in his pants pushed against my heat only increased my moments. His hand left my hair and joined the other at my waste. Moving down and gripping my thighs his large hands messaged there way up and down his thumbs brushing my sex even through my jeans a moan escaped my lips, and a fire burned hot in me. His hands shifted and gripped my ass on both sides squeezing roughly. Breaking the kiss I took the opportunity to breathe in a sharp intake of breath only to be bombarded by his scent and my own arousal. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and in haled deeply and started leaving small kisses on my neck and collar. I felt a sharp fang graze the skin of my neck a dark angry thunderous growl shook through his body from his chest.  

      In a flash he had me on my back pined between him and the couch. It would of knocked the wind out of me if I was human. His eyes was black and fangs bared. For a moment a cold chill ran through me I was scared. Just as fast as the feeling came it was gone. His fangs receded  eyes returned to there crimson glow.  My legs out of what seemed like instinct wrap around his waste and pulled him close.  He pushed his self against me grinding I could feel the length of him pressing against my wetness. I was soaked he was hard we was still clothed.  His lips tracing the line of my chin with soft kiss and nips at my neck. One hand bracing his self on the arm of the couch His other moved over my thigh, stopping a second to cup my ass. Continuing up my hips to my sides to brush against my breast. I found my self pushing my chest forward placing my breast perfectly into his hand. He squeezed a thumb grazing over my hard perked nipple. I let out a moan only to be cover by his mouth with rough needing kiss. He continued to grind against me, I pushed my hips forward in unison. Another moan left me breaking the kiss giving us a second of clarity and time to breath. Reality rushed back to me  I pushed against him, first he didn’t respond lost in the same euphoria I was so I pushed again this time he rolled him self to the floor next to the couch laying on his back. We both just lay there starting at the ceiling breathing heavily with our hands still entwined.

"Who are you?" I asked.