Passion
Summary: The sequel to Desire.
Rating: NC-17 at times but alright for the most part.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, the Tribe and the characters and the property of Cloud 9 and Mr. Thomas.
The Prologue
Love. Lose. Happiness. Heartbreak. There are those who would tell you that they are all the same thing, that there is nothing to be done to avoid them but they are wrong. They are nothing but insufferable wretches who have not learnt that being able to hide emotions is the key to having a successful life … and most of all to not being hurt.
For years I have strived to reach this perfection, this ideal robotic existence but I failed and not because of my enemies but because of people who claimed to love me. Their love destroyed me and so my love will destroy them, welcome to the story of my life.
Mega Roberts
Chapter One
The moonlight crept eerily into the room, gently illuminating the slumbering beauty to the ravenous gaze that hungered after her innocent flesh. Her full lips moist and glistening in the pale night, pouting as if begging to be kissed. The voluptuous swell of her breasts expanding softly, pressing against their confines, desperate for release. As the Nubian goddess shifted slightly in her blanket of dreams the bottom of the silk cloke which covered her, slipped away to reveal the tantalising flesh of her thigh, a primitive offering to her surveyor.
Despite himself, he licked his rapidly drying lips, as he took in her sumptuous curves, he could almost feel the warmth that she emitted caressing his skin and igniting his passion, as his mind escaped his control, fantasying about all of the things that he could do with such a prey.
Her lips moved slightly, a moan escaping them, demanding his attention. His ears strained to catch every sound that she made and record every movement that she made. Yet it was not necessary, as his preys next words were a very audible, "Stop staring at me like that, babe".
Emerald eyes fluttered open and gazed up at him lovingly but with a playful smile tugging at her lips, as she stretched out unashamedly, on top of the bed covers, "I can practically feel you getting all caveman on me from here".
Lifting herself up before his eyes she crawled up to him and hovered over him, teasing, "I thought that you were meant to be the great Mega, the man who never shows or feels any emotions, especially not lust for impertinent little hotties like myself".
Mega flinched slightly at her description of her but did not let it phase him, while he was now a little more open about feeling things for her there was no way that he was about to start to show weakness, only strength. The concept of weakness and emotions – other than the ones that were for her – still tortured him. Sometimes he imagined that he could see them, the emotions, as a deadly swarm of insects which would eat away at him causing him to become everything which he hated. Weak. Pitiful. Human.
"Well believe me Ebony, for hotties such as yourself I can always make an exception", he replied with an indiscernible edge to his voice, which made Ebony shiver slightly until he pulled her into his chest in a primitive action, before stroking her braids soothingly, in his mix of deadly passion and tender finesse.
Any thought that she had other than just being happy to be in his arms vanished under this action. Ebony lifted her head, offering her lips to him briefly before the feeling of his hot breath on her sultry lips became too much for her. It ignited the passion within her causing her to force her lips onto his, desperate to sate the fire which burned in the pit of her stomach.
The fire which raged within them each time their lips caressed had been long since quelled, replaced by a warm glow which never dissipated. Their lips touched, tongues danced and hearts sawed to unbelievable heights yet even in there bliss, there was still something missing.