Hello everyone! I'm receiving mixed feelings towards my version of Kanata. I don't really mind the comments. This is maybe a darker Kanata? Sexy Kanata? Aggressive Kanata? However you want to describe him. I like him this way. He melts me this way. I hope it melts you guys too haha. Just a reminder, this is fanfic dot net. We're free to manipulate our characters in any way we want to.

I hope you enjoy my story as much as I enjoyed squeezing my mind with all these sexy. If you have any suggestions for the sexy, don't hesitate to message me and I'll do my best to insert some more steam.

I'm a pervert. Kill me now. Haha! :P


HER PRIZE HIS MISTRESS

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Miyu came awake slowly and thought, at first, she was deep in her dream.

The hard, warm body pressed against hers. The powerful arm encircling her. The shoulder beneath her cheek…

And then Kanata stirred, and murmured something in his sleep, and panic shot through her like an arrow.

What had she done?

Slept with a stranger, Miyu, a voice inside said coldly, that's what you've done.

She held her breath, afraid that the slightest sound, the faintest motion, would wake him. Carefully, slowly, she eased from the bed.

Her nightgown—what was left of it—lay on the carpet. She burned with embarrassment as she remembered the way he'd torn it in half. The way he'd taken her, against the wall. The way she'd let him take her, let him carry her upstairs and take her again…

Let him, Miyu? the voice said slyly.

Images flashed before her eyes. She saw herself wrapping her arms around Kanata's neck. Kissing his mouth. Reaching for him, lifting her hips to him as he entered her. Begging him to take her, pleading with him…

A sound trembled in the back of her throat as she whirled around, her fist against her mouth, flew into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

Shaken, she stood at the sink, head bowed, her hand curled over the white porcelain rim.

The truth was that Kanata had taken only what she had been eager to give. She'd wanted him to make love to her, to do everything he'd done. She'd wanted to know what a man like him could make a woman feel…

Could make her feel.

Slowly, very slowly, Miyu lifter her head and looked in the mirror over the sink.

The sight almost took her breath away.

The woman staring back at her was—was a wanton. It was an old-fashioned word but there wasn't any other way to describe her reflected self. The mass of golden hair, in a mad tangle over her naked shoulders. The eyes, shadowed and deep. The dark red bruises on her throat and breast. The mouth that was red and—and swollen? Miyu touched a fingertip to her lips. Swollen, yes. And tender, from Kanata's kisses.

Those kisses, the heat of them. The way he'd parted her lips, entered her mouth with his tongue. The way he explored and ravished her depths.

The memory made her tremble. Made her breasts ache. Made her feel hot, and wet.

She swallowed convulsively. What she'd wanted had happened. She wondered now why she'd wanted it. What did it prove, that she could excite a man, or that she could have an orgasm? That she could—color flooded her face—that she could have one with a stranger. With an arrogant, overbearing, dangerous stranger…

"Princess?"

She sprang away from the sink. The doorknob jiggled, and she stared at it as if it were a rattlesnake that had come crawling up from the canyon floor.

"Yes?" Good. Her voice was cool and self-assured. It didn't match the face of the stranger in the mirror, but Kanata didn't have to know that. "I, uh, I'm going to shower. There's another bathroom next door that you can—"

The door swung open.

"Showering alone can be dangerous, Miyu."

He smiled into her eyes as he clasped her shoulders and looked at her, his gaze slow and steamy as it moved the length of her body. Seiya had never looked at her like this. His eyes had never darkened with desire; just watching his face had never made her weak with longing.

"Don't," she whispered, while heat rose in her cheeks.

"Don't what? Look at you?" Kanata's eyes met hers. "I want to look at you, Princess. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"No." She put her arms over her breasts. "Kanata. I'm—I'm"

Embarrassed. She was embarrassed. The realization stunned him but he knew he was right. It was a long time since he'd seen a woman do anything but preen under a man's admiring gaze but he was seeing embarrassment now. Miyu was blushing, and looking down at her toes.

"Princess." Gently, he put his hand under her chin, tilting her face up to his. "You're beautiful. And I'm the luckiest man in the world, to be able to see you like this."

Her smile trembled. "Really?"

Was her world full of bozos? Or was she searching for compliments? A woman this lovely had to know it.

"Yes. Really."

She smiled again; the shadows seemed to fade from her eyes but there was still a hind of vulnerability in the soft curves of her mouth. Suddenly, he remembered how she'd reacted to some of his kisses and caresses, how she'd cried not only with pleasure but with what might have been surprise at the things he'd done.

He told himself that it was ridiculous to imagine Kouzuki Miyu had found something new in his arms. He'd come into the bathroom wanting her with a hunger their hours of lovemaking had not diminished, imagining what it would be like to take her in the shower, with the water streaming over them.

And he would do that… but not now. Now, something else seemed far more important.

"Kanata?" Miyu said, as he swung her into his arms.

He silenced her with a kiss.

"Let me show you how beautiful you truly are, Princess," he murmured, and he carried her back to bed, where he kisses her everywhere, savored each sigh and moan. Where he made slow, tender love to her until, at last, she wept with happiness in his arms.


What's up with Miyu? What happened to her that made her think of herself in this way?

missymace