***I DO NOT OWN THE DRAKE CHRONICLE SAGA. THIS TITLE, AND ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO ALYXANDRA HARVEY***
Drake Chronicles Je T'aime
They were sitting and hugging for a while. The words weren't needed. Logan stroked Izabeau's cheek. She raised her head feeling his caress. Logan smiled and kissed her.
-I guess we should go back home. Probably everyone looking for us.
-You're right... But don't worry, everyone are busy with celebration. – Isabeau smiled kissing his forehead. Logan took her hand as they were walking slowly to Caves. Suddenly, the flash of light disturbing the peace. Isabeau jumped surprised, hearing loud thunder.
-We have to hurry. It would be raining at the moment.
But they didn't managed the caves. The cold rain caught them. Entering the Caves, Isabeau and Logan were totally wet, but still smiling.
- Come to my room. I give you something to change that wet clothes. – said Isabeau, guiding Logan to her room. The corridor wasn't wide, so she was walking ahead of him. Logan looked at her back, and growled quietly. Isabeau wet white tunic became a bit transparent. Wet material stick to her body, bringing up all her body shapes. Her back, thin waist, and... God help me... her shapely buttocks. With every her step, every sway of her hips, wet transparent material making exciting moves... and raising Logan's blood pressure at dangerous level... but gazing away from that sexy view was almost impossible. When they entered the room, Isabeau turned to Logan wanting to ask him about the type of clothes he needed. But the words stopped at her throat. Logan's jacket was flipped over his shoulder, and his wet "Don Juan"-like shirt exposed strong, wide shoulders and chest. Isabeau lowered gaze and blushed immediately. Mon Dieu...* Looks like he was well build everywhere... very well build ...
Logan couldn't move. His gaze was completely captivated by the most alluring part of woman's body: breasts, under her white tunic, transparent from the rain. She has no bra, probably because of the type of dress Logan noticed immediately... well, he was a man after all. Logan took a step in her direction, stopping so close that their bodies touched.
Isabeau shivered feeling the warmness of his body. She raised a had looking at him. And felt almost like in fire. Logan's eyes were glittering, his gaze full of pure last. The warm, exciting shudder went down her spine. She wanted to feel him more.
Logan felt like all nerves in his body pulsing in desire. Looking at her wide opened eyes, feeling the heat of her body were making him crazy. He knew, that if the one of them made any move, he wouldn't be able to hold back. Isabeau slightly opened lips and raised her head higher. Logan instinctively bended down his head closing to hers. Shit. Hold back hold back...
Isabeau couldn't resist the sudden impulse. Her lips met his, delicately brushing, the warm soft skin. After few seconds they broke the kiss. But it was too late for the both of them.
Logan caught her waist and pulled to him as the Isabeau grasped the back of his neck and kissed deeply. The tongues moving like in feverish dance. Isabeau moaned quietly when Logan started to kiss her neck. The soft bites, licks and delicate sucks made her shivered. Logan's hand slipped from her thigh to hips, under the wet tunic. Isabeau unbuttoned his shirt, touching his bare chest and back. And then in the blink of the eye, they were laying at the soft sheets of the bed.
Isabeau wet tunic was replaced by Logan's hot kisses, caresses of his tongue and brushing by his fangs. She was moving in pleasure with every his touch, making him more and more impatient. When Isabeau's hand slipped from his stomach under unbuttoned pants, Logan growled from pleasure. But they wanted more. The rest of their clothes felt on the floor. Soft moans and heavy breaths disturbed the silence as the hot bodies were moving with passion. Every thrust, kiss and touch raising the sensation and pleasure, until the crushing feeling of ecstasy when the body and soul became one.
Isabeau's warm hand caress Logan's cheek as they were laying hugging tightly. Logan delicately stroking her back.
-I love you my Isabeau... – he whispered kissing her forehead. Isabeau smiled and whisper to his ear "Je T'aime..." Logan shivered. He really tried to stay calm. Really.
-Isabeau... If you purred at my ear in French like that again, I wouldn't be able to hold back.. – he murmured, feeling that his body was already in fire, craving for her again. The sudden flash in her eyes looked almost dangerous. Isabeau smirked. She moved her face close to his ear, wrapping slowly her leg around his hips at the same time.
-C'est bien... tres bien...* – whispered seductively to his ear making Logan growled again – Je Te veux... aujourd'hui et ici... Mon Amour...*
***THE END***
Thank You for Reading my story
And sorry if there are some mistakes in French – long time since I used it last time ;-)
LITTLE GLOSARY:
Mon Dieu... – "Oh my God..."
C'est bien... tres bien... – means "It's good, very good"
Je Te veux... aujourd'hui et ici... Mon Amour... – means " I want you, now and here My Love"
