Lucious sat in the dark interior of the inn. He hated such filthy places, what little light streamed through the interior of the building, shone on the thick clouds of dust that got stirred up by the occasional passing patron. Calling this place a building was a joke, but there was no where else to stay on this particular stretch of road.
Then a beauty with the most amazing eyes stepped in through the door. Lucious squinted leaning forward in his chair at the sight of those pale eyes. For a moment, he didn’t care if his clothes wrinkled or collected dust.
‘Is she blind?’ He found himself wondering as she moved gracefully through the darkened interior. He felt a tingle of excitement as her clothes tugged gently at her breast as stepped around a table. The same motion caused her to lean a bit over, stepping around a stool left abandoned in the room, her backside brushed up against the table, because there really wasn’t much room. And Lucious felt his lips grow dry as he saw the fabric pull tight, revealing a thin line that marked the supple curve of her ass.
With a soft, delicate sound, she brushed away the offending line, but the heat inside grew in Lucious’ belly. That had happened only a table away, and he couldn’t shake the image of it happening right next to him. If only he could pull the neighboring stool out a little…
But he knew it was too late, surely she would notice it. He had only a few seconds, and the intensity of his bodies demands only grew as he caught the faint whiff of cherry blossom. He had only a few seconds to decide, and he knew he could not let such a delicate flower pass by untested.
He leaned back, feigning a yawn, as he stretched out his hand to roughly where he imagined her bosom would be. He couldn’t make out much detail, as her soft white gown hid almost everything, but she might not realize it was there, and he could always make an excuse. But he might also be able to stand up and place his warmth next to where that line had revealed her figure just a moment ago.
Then he could try…
But it was meaningless, for she stood there. Her strange sightless eyes glowering at his hand just inches from her.
Damn, he thought with a hint of frustration.
“I am sorry miss, I meant no harm.”
He shifted in his seat to face her, moving the first hand away as he swung his second hand in.
‘I might not be able to get that close, but I still might get a sample.’
And Lucious froze.
In the blink of an eye, almost faster than he could think the thoughts, a knife had appeared next to his throat. He didn’t feel scared, but he knew she could have killed him in that instant. All he could do was focus his eyes on the delicate nails and the thin, almost fragile, pale fingers clutching the dark, cold, hard steel.
Visions of those hands gripping him flashed lot hot white sparks.
Trembling, he gently moved his hand to hers, “Forgive me..” He began, but stopped when his fingers touched hers. They were strong, and hard as iron, but the skin was so soft.
The jolt of energy soared into a raging storm, and the only thing that kept him still was the look in her eyes, the flare of her nostrils as she caught his eagerness… and responded. Something stirred the silk of her gown, for it was silk, near the nipples. And the sudden tremble in her handle, matched his perfectly.
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