Dance Beneath the Moon
Copyright (c) 2001
Michelle Harris
Aka Lady M. Harris
http://www.ladymharris.homestead.com
Originally
electronically published as On A Moonswept Moor.
Part 8
"You do understand
why I called you in here, grandson?" Wesly began as he went the wet bar to
pour himself a drink. He peeked up from
the corner of his eye trying to gauge his grandson's reaction to his sudden
appearance at the house.
"With you it could
be anything, but as far as what you're up to..." Darien stated, shrugging
his shoulders at the same time and walking over to the window to look out over
the sprawling estate blanketed in crisp, white snow. His calm posture belied the actual state he was feeling.
"Well, why don't we
start with these as a warm up," Wesly winked as if he were treating a
child to a sweet as he went back over to his desk and pulled out a stack of
papers from his desktop drawer. He laid
it carefully down on the top of the desk for Darien's appraisal. Within moments, he got the reaction he
expected, his own intuition coming into play.
Darien stared down at
the papers and felt his blood run cold. He looked up into his grandfather's hard eyes, his own narrowing into
furious slits, as the anger built within him at a furious pace. "How did you know about the
center?" He said between clenched
teeth. How had his own grandfather
managed to uncover his tracks.
"I know about a lot
of things, Darien. But, I have to hand
it to you," Wesly chuckled underneath his grandson's fiery anger. He will thank me for this later, Wesly
managed to convince himself hastily. He
wondered for a brief second, and that's just what it was, a brief flash before
his eyes, whether or not he was going to far with his own empty threats. They were that, just empty threats as he'd
never do anything in this short lifetime of his to hurt Darien. At least, not intentionally hurt his
grandson, anyways. "It was very
hard uncovering this. It's amazing how
alike we think. I think, in your place,
I would have probably done the same thing myself," he said, straightening
up at the same time.
"This-I assume,
ties into the announcement?" Darien accused, picking up the stack of
papers that contained the start up plans and deeds to the recreation center
projected for Crossroads Elementary School. A quick scan of the documents, related information as to the complete
funding donated by the Shields Corporation with Serena as acting owner of the
recreation center.
"Well, of course,
there was never any doubt about that," Wesly said, nodding his head in
agreement and then he took another deep swallow of his drink. He stared at his grandson over the rim,
unable to withhold a certain level of deep satisfaction at having finally
cornered his grandson into accepting a situation he should have never started
in the first place.
Of course, there was the
matter that Serena was an exceptionally beautiful woman and that could have
been more than enough reason for Darien to loose his usually cautious
head. Frankly, he knew that with
Darien, it was more than skin deep where Serena was concerned and Wesly
intended to find out just how deep Darien's feelings were for the young woman.
"And if I don't
agree to whatever you have cooked up that sly sleeve of yours...?" Darien
replied carefully, leaving the sentence to trail off. He set the wad of papers back down on Wesly's desk with a loud
plop, his mouth curling caustically.
"You really don't
have an option. The wheels of fate are
already turning for you and your lovely dove. Even as we speak, the Ashtons await our arrival. They are expecting you to return your lovely
fiancée and of course, to meet her new fiancé." Wesly stated as he
continued to watch his grandson with a slight assessment in his gleaming eyes.
Darien said nothing to
his grandfather's comments, the wheels in his mind turning endlessly as he
tried to figure out a way out the corner that his grandfather had backed him
into.
"And just what
would you have me do, Darien," Wesly continued through Darien's stony
silence. "I certainly cannot see
this estate be turned over entirely to the charities. And have you thought the consequences involved with Ms.
Ashton? She may even right now, be
carrying your child." He said glancing over at his grandson and noticing
the perceptively tightening of his shoulders. "I see that you didn't even take that into account, did you?"
Wesly asked, then added with curiously, "You're usually so cautious about
the others, but not with Ms. Ashton? Is
there something I should know about her...could I even begin to hope that
you've fallen-"
"If you don't mind,
grandfather." Darien bit out, effectively cutting off his grandfather in
mid sentence and not liking at all where the conversation was leading. "You have certainly made you're point
and your threats very clear." He
turned abruptly away and said, harshly, "Now if you will excuse me, I'm
sure Serena is probably waiting for us?"
"Yes, I'm sure she
is." Wesly smiled a pleased smile, like a fat cat having just devoured its
captured prey. He knew very well that
Darien was furious with him. But the
plan was already in motion, much to his delight and Darien's consternation.
Throughout the rest of
the ride back to Serena's parents' house, she couldn't help noticing a
perceptive iciness from Darien that was not previously in his tone of voice
earlier. Within the cool confines of
the limousine, it was hard to read what was on his face, as he presented her
mostly his profile to her.
For the most part, Wesly
kept her entertained during the lengthy ride, asking her about her childhood,
her family and the type of work she did. It was easy to answer his polite, but probing questions, party due to
his charming character and genuine friendliness. She had a distinct feeling that Darien listened closely to her
replies, even though he indicated otherwise by averted his face from their
conversation and the silence he portrayed.
The sun was setting over
horizon casting a orange hue on the sprawling city when they arrived at the
small two-story home owned by the Ashtons. The windows were bright with blazing lights. Serena sighed; glad to finally be where she was most familiar
with. This was not how she planned to
introduce her "Fiancé", she was actually beginning to feel quite
apprehensive about facing her family with the news. Dismay was more the likely word. She was sure that her father had read about the news, especially since
he worked at the newspaper company and probably had heard about the engagement
through a co-worker or had even came across the announcement himself. She could well image the explosion
forthcoming, especially since she had neglected to tell him anything about
Darien. Serena wasn't worried about
what her mother might be thinking. Especially since Irene already suspected that Serena was dating someone
significant.
"Serena!"
Irene exclaimed with relief and apprehension when she opened the door to see
her daughter standing on their front porch. Her eyes grew wide when they settled on a tall, young man standing
behind her nervous daughter. He was
very handsome and had a distinct, charismatic attitude about him. His hard, blue eyes locked with hers,
holding her gaze steadily as he smiled an engaging smile back at her. He turned away slightly, and she noticed for
the first time another man standing behind the younger man. Irene knew instantly that the younger man
and older gentlemen were related as they appeared almost identical in their
looks.
"Mom, I guess you
already knew we were coming," Serena began, trying to break the heavy
tension between them and smiling nervously. Standing on her toes, she tried looking beyond her mother's shoulders,
her gaze seeking her father's figure in the living room.
"Oh Serena, I had
no idea. I mean I suspected something, but I never believed..." Irene replied
with an almost reprimanding tone in her voice as she gazed into her daughter's
eyes, and finding them quite anxious. "I think introductions are in order, daughter. Although, your father did fill me in on who
were in engaged to," she shook her at her own comments, "but I think
it would have been better to hear the news from your own lips."
"I happen to agree
with your mother, Serena," Kenji added as he and Sammy, her brother joined
the group at the entranceway.
Serena's mouth dropped
open at the obvious calm state her father was in as he announced himself. Her father and Darien's gazes locked for
long moments as they measured each other carefully, before Serena felt Darien
nudge her arm in attempt to get her attention. She smiled a greeting to her younger brother, who was watching with
apparent anticipation as the scene unfolded before her father and Darien.
"Uhhh...Dad, Mom,
Sammy-I'd like you to meet Darien Shields and his grandfather, Mr. Wesly
Shields. Darien is my
fiancé." There, she had finally
said the words. It was all out in the
open now. And for an instance, she felt
as if a heavy weight was lifted from her shoulders. The weight fell back as if it had never left when she thought
with dismay about the lies intertwined the charade of being affianced to
Darien.
"Well, I will say
this, you're definitely nothing like Terrence." Kenji stated peering down
his nose like an autocratic father, after they exchanged bows. Kenji was lucky that Darien was standing a
step below him; otherwise he would have had to tilt his head back to achieve
such an imperious pose. Serena's mouth
twitched at the thought and then she remembered their situation and the small
smile disappeared. She blushed
slightly, remembering the first meeting between her father and Terrence and her
father's boisterous attitude toward the famous singer-artist. It had not been a pleasant event.
"I don't know
whether or not that's a compliment or an insult." Darien drawled
sarcastically while his grandfather chuckled in the background.
"You'll know when
it's an insult, young man," Kenji replied, still watching Darien carefully
as his arm went around Irene. He swept
his other arm towards their living room and said, "Welcome to our humble
house. Please make yourself at
home."
They settled in the
couches, before the large, cheerful Christmas tree. Conversation began light
and slightly strained, but as the evening wore on, the atmosphere took on a
more relaxed mood. Her father and
Wesly's demeanors puzzled Serena. They
exchanged looks of satisfaction, and it was amazing how they seemed so relaxed
around each other as if they were old chums. How could that be, when they had never met before tonight? Or had they, she wondered? Serena turned attention back to her mother
and Sammy who prodded her slowly for details on the engagement, shrugging off
the suspicious thoughts from her mind.
Darien sat next to her,
his thigh purposely brushing intimately against hers, causing her to sit
stiffly next to him. He seemed angry at
her, but she could not phantom why. She
couldn't wait for the strained evening to end so that she could go home and
bury her head under her pillow and perhaps give herself a good cry and then,
try to figure out why she had let her life become such a mess. Her fingers trembled in response to her
inner turmoil and as if sensing her thoughts, Darien reached out to clasp her
fingers into his larger hand, the slight caress of his thumb inside her
sensitive palm managed to somehow relax her with his small token of
tenderness. Languid warmth spread
throughout her and immediately her thoughts turned toward their time spent
early that morning, remembering how expertly his hands had stroked her soft
flesh, how the tendrils of erotic heat curled in her stomach like white, hot
fire when his mouth began to move over her skin with fiery determination until
she was gasping with remonstrance not to stop his inquisitive quest for desire.
Despite her father agreeing to the engagement, he did not seem particularly pleased
with her fiancé. This was evident by
her father's thinned lips at Darien's obvious display of amorous attempts
towards his daughter. She had a
distinct feeling that Darien was doing his best, and succeeded to a certain
extent, to goad a reaction out of her father. For the most part, Darien's grandfather, Wesly seemed to be enjoying the
tension between his grandson and his grandson's fiancée's father.
At long, last the
evening came to end and none too soon for Serena as she said her farewells to
her parents and her brother. Irene
managed to get a promise from Serena about the details of her engagement. Serena readily agreed to call her, feeling
that she at least owed that to her mother. Irene had genuinely expressed her happiness for her daughter and to
Darien of their upcoming nuptials. When
her mother hugged her and whispered in her ear to be happy, Serena felt like
such a heel for deceiving her parents with their charade.
The short ride to her
apartment was relatively quiet. Wesly
began to snore quietly having nodded off as the long day had finally caught up
with the older man.
Darien walked her
silently to the main entrance of her apartment, his façade nether revealing his
true feelings. She pulled out her keys
from her purse and gazed silently back into his face, but was only able to make
out the harsh planes. His eyes were
unreadable in the low lights of the entrance, appearing dark and brooding in
the evening light.
"I guess no one
bothered to ask me whether or not I wanted to go through with this," she
began, wanting to break the silence between them. She jingled the keys lightly in her hands, waiting for his
reaction to her words.
Darien leaned his
shoulder against the wall, and watched her face like a stalking predatory
tiger, his dark brows coming forward in a harsh scowl. "And do you want
to?" He asked, surprising her with the question.
"No, I don't,"
she stated quietly, at least, not like this, not with the lies and deceptions
between us and not for those who care for us the most, she despaired. And especially since there is more than what
just meets the eye between us, if there was such a thing...
"You're such a
little liar," he stated, and reached out to grip her arm, tightly ignoring
her quiet protests. He pulled her
slowly towards him. The protests died a
little death on her lips, until there was nothing but acquiescence.
Why was he always right,
Serena's mind cried out in anguish as she let him pull her into his arms? When had this charade turned into something
else...? Her mind tried to rationalize.
"Even now, you want
me to touch you, don't you?" He taunted, his voice low and demanding. When she said nothing but stared at him, he
said harshly, bitingly as if to prove his point, "Your body is already
beginning to betray you, Serena." His hand reached out to fit snugly under
the rise of her aroused breast underneath her coat. His fingers moved quite enticingly over the rebellious nub that
peaked through her clothing as if it had a mind of its own. Serena found herself clinging to his front
shirt, her head beginning a descent backward helpless against Darien's wicked
onslaught.
Her breath caught
unevenly and then she became mindful of reality. She pushed at his hands angrily, but he held her steadfast within
his arms.
"Don't worry, we're
but two of a kind, you and me. I'm furious at my grandfather, for trapping me
into a corner that I can't back out of and angry with myself for allowing this
charade to go as far it had where there's no turning back. And yet the only
thing I can think of doing right now-is fucking you." He said, his voice
hard and cutting as he sensually moved his hips against her stomach and
allowing her to feel just how affected he was by her presence.
Serena breath grew uneven
as the blood rushed through her veins the way a roaring stream rushes through a
brook, her body readily responding to his desire and trying to blot out his
angry words at the same time.
"I didn't make you
do this!" Serena cried out, furious with herself and how she seemed to
have no control over her own senses where he was concerned. Oh God, how she wanted him-how she wanted
him to fuck her-like he said, until she was mindless with rapture, until there
were no thoughts of anything but only what their bodies commanded. She wanted
to be consumed by him, forever lost within his embrace. The charade no longer mattered to her. If
only she knew how he really felt about her!
"No you didn't, my
sweet and that is the million dollar question, isn't it?" Darien replied
his voice biting, his insides turning as he thought of their situation. He hauled her abruptly against the solid
wall of his body; his mouth slanting angrily over her parted lips as if he
wanted to punish her and then was setting her away from him. He strode swiftly back to the limousine and
then watched her silently as she unlocked the door to the entrance as angry
tears began to fall from her eyes.
"Ms. Ashton, you
finally made it!" The little girl, Tammy exclaimed in a delighted greeting
to their tardy teacher. Six, young
girls stood up from their sitting positions on the benches and launched
themselves towards their favorite teacher.
Serena chuckled for the
first time that week. Ever since,
Darien had dropped her off at her apartment the week before; she had been in a
state of depression. She hadn't heard
from him all week and she was beginning to wonder if he would ever call her
again. There were a couple of times
when her phone would ring, but after her greeting on her digital answering
machine ended, she would get nothing but a dead line. Of course he'll call, Serena told herself time and time
again. Besides, we have unfinished
business to talk about.
She had finally admitted
the obvious. That she was helplessly
and foolishly in love with him. She was
also resigned to the fact that he probably didn't feel that way about her, even
though she questioned her own wisdom. Their last kiss, despite their heated words at each other, was nothing
short of a volcanic explosion. And yet
with no phone call afterwards, she wondered if she had dreamed the entire
thing. Serena wanted more than anything
to pick up the phone and call him, but she lacked the fortitude, not mention
the nerve, she needed to declare her love to him. And there might also be the slight chance that he did not feel
the same about her.
Irene had decided to pay
her a visit instead of the phone she had asked for previously, and Serena,
depressed and at her wits end, broke down and told her mother the entire story. Irene had clucked like a mother hen and told
her that everything would be all right in the end as she held her daughter
within her comforting embrace.
"You've got to tell
him how you feel, sweetheart. It's
amazing but I honestly believe that the both of you are hiding your emotions
behind a pillar wall." Irene concluded, pinpointing her daughter with a
motherly glare. Irene already suspected
that Darien was in love with her daughter. Although, she also realized that Darien seemed to be a master at hiding
his feelings. But with all the tension
between the two, Irene had immediately seen through his mask the way a person
observes fish through a fish tank. Oh
yeah, he was in love with her daughter, even if he wasn't aware of it. It was only a matter of time now, before he
would finally realize it. And only time
would tell if they had the courage to break down the barriers between the two
of them. "First and foremost, you need to admit your feelings for
him. It's the only way. And you definitely need to end this game you
two are playing with Wesly. I don't
believe he will be too pleased with Darien or you, if things don't work out
between the two of you. If anything, it'll make you feel better, knowing you're
no longer hiding anything from Darien."
I'm in love with Darien
Shields, Serena thought for the hundredth time that week as she remembered
staring out of the classroom pensively. But-but what if he doesn't feel the same, she thought, scolding herself
time and time again for having no courage to follow through on her mother's
words.
"Yes, I did. Now you know I wouldn't have missed this for
the world!" Serena laughed as the girls hugged her before returning to
their seats. The rest of her class greeted
her excitedly. Also in attendance were
her students' parents, playing the perfect hostess, Serena took the time to
greet each of them before settling into her seat.
They were at Crossroads'
stadium; and it was Crossroads' first night rally. For the special occasion, the school decided to do a huge
bon-fire with comical skits put on by the drama club and then later everyone
would have the chance to participate in the festival. The event was for the school to get into the spirit of supporting
the school and the new upcoming year. All
the classes had been invited to participate in the event. Everyone was excited and in high spirits.
"Can I sit next to
you?" Serena asked as Tammy nodded her head happily. She sat down next to the girl, in the
already crowded bench. She grinned down
into the girl's face, her excitement contiguous. Tammy stared past Serena and giggled, her face flushing in the
orange glow of the bon-fire, her hands reaching up to cover her mouth like an
impish elf.
"Do you think your
teacher would mind if I sat next to her, too?" Came a deep and sultry
voice beside Serena, goose bumps rising to the occasion.
Serena's head snapped
forward in response to the husky timber and her mouth parted softly in
surprise. "Darien!" She
breathed, suddenly seeming breathless all of the sudden. Oh, but wasn't he a sight for sore
eyes! He stood looking down at her in a
white turtleneck, casual black jeans and a soft looking but thick, black leather
jacket. His hands were in his pockets,
his inky black hair falling rebelliously into his enigmatic eyes.
His eyes gleamed
lustrously with some unknown emotion in the glow of the orange light. "I like that kind of greeting-all soft
and alluring! Is that for me?" He
murmured devilishly for her ears only. She sat still, her eyes suddenly closing as she was assailed by the
sound of his voice seeming like warm red wine, his fresh cologne like forest
musk surrounding her being within its essence. Oh how she had missed him!
"Are you Ms.
Ashton's boyfriend?" Cindi asked and then she started giggling from the
group of young girls watching them.
"I'd like to think
I am." Darien chuckled as Serena's face turned bright red before her
giggling students.
"Euw.
Yuuuuck." Said Dan, who was the tallest boy in their class. His little group of ruff raff boys snickered
like little men. "Bet you do that
kissy thing with Ms. Ashton!" He screwed up his face and bobbed his lips
like a fish. Then he gave them a view
of his back with his hands wrapped around himself as if someone were hugging
him and promptly made some kissing noises adding: 'oh baby, baby' or 'oh kiss
me, kiss me' to the effect. His friends laughed and smirked; and even some of
the girls were caught up in the comical display, bursting out into laughter and
giggles.
"Yeah and she's
pretty good at it, too," Darien roared with laughter, unable to contain
his mirth. Then he promptly smirked
back at the boys as if indicating that he had just conquered the impossible and
that to the victor goes the spoils, their teacher. In response, the boys groaned in unison. Who likes silly girls anyway, they mumbled.
The young girls sighed dreamily, having just decided at that moment that
Serena's boyfriend was just so-so manly and that someday they were going to
marry a man just like Ms. Ashton's boyfriend.
"Okay-okay! I think
we have poked enough fun at my personal life! Have you forgotten who you're talking about here?" Serena said
helplessly laughing at the comical interchange. "You better watch out on Monday or I just might surprise you
with a pop quiz!" She threatened above the noise of their groans, and then
smiled to indicate that she was just teasing them.
A loud booming voice
interrupted the amicable argument between teacher and students and soon their
entire group was absorbed in the drama skit before them.
"You're not still
angry at me, are you?" Darien whispered into her ear.
"Of course I
am," Serena spat back, but smiled to soften her response. "No phone calls. What was I supposed to think, Darien?"
She asked, gazing back at him. Of course she didn't tell him that she had more
than a couple of times picked up the phone to call him, only to hang it back up
after she lost her nerve.
"I called you a
couple of times," he added, his mouth twitching sardonically. "Don't
you ever pick up with out letting your answering machine answer?" He
grinned back at her as her face turned two shades of red.
"I was screening my
calls this week-that was you on my answering machine?" She asked, soft
laughter escaping from her lips as she remembered listening to her answering
machine pick up a couple of calls where no one said anything and then would
promptly hang up after her message. To
think it was him all this time! What a
numbskull she was, she laughed bitterly at herself.
Darien sighed and shook
his head, "You know how I hate answering machines, Serena."
"Mmmm," She
nodded her head in agreement, now remembering how he would hang up the phone in
disgust at the hospital every time he called a patient and got a machine.
"The only reason
why I knew you were here was because of the message you left for your students
on your answering machine stating something about meeting your students
here." He grinned back at her. Then his face turned somewhat serious and he slanted a curious, little
look at her and said, "I acted like a complete jerk on Sunday."
"Are you trying to
apologize?" She looked incredulous.
"Alright...okay...yeah."
He chuckled; looking down at his clasped hands and then up at her with a
doe-eyed, puppy grin. "Okay, I
really was a jerk that day, and for that I apologize."
"Apology
accepted." She smiled back, "that wasn't so bad was it?" Her
hand reached out to close over his in a gesture of tenderness.
He lifted his hands with
hers still over his and kissed the knuckles softly, and suddenly the both of
them forgot about their surroundings, forgot about the past few days that had
led to their current predicament and concentrated on that moment instead. To an outsider, the looks that they
exchanged silently were those that reminded one of sweet promises.
"Smooch, smooch,
smooooch!" Dan called out, making more kissing noises behind them and
startling the engrossed couple from the spell that bound them captive its
beguiling weave.
Serena promptly stuck
her tongue out at the mischievous boy, who laughed loudly, and the girls
giggled in response. Darien laughed
along, his eyes dancing merrily.
During the rest of the
rally and festival Darien and Serena stayed close to each other, one dark head
leaned close to a golden head quiet often as the evening wore on. A soft touch on his coat sleeve or an
innocent brush of hard thighs against softer limbs invoked visions of
anticipation and excitement. Serena
students were caught up the spirit of the school. The evening seemed even more magical to Serena's students since
their teacher seemed to be obviously in love with her handsome boyfriend. Her students stayed close to Serena and
Darien through out the rest of the night. And when the night finally did end, Serena and Darien bade a happy
farewell to the parents and many of the students who seemed suddenly and
happily worn out.
Darien and Serena made
their way slowly towards his car, parked in Crossroads' Elementary School
parking lot. He asked her quietly if
she wanted a ride home, since it was getting quite late. She nodded her head, suddenly tired and
sleepy from the night's events. But it
was a tired and happy Serena that stood at the passenger side of his car.
"Are you driving
back to the estate tonight?" She asked, curiously. Despite the long night she didn't want the
evening to end. Not when there seemed
to be an unspoken truce between the two of them and a certain kind of warmth in
the air between them that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
"No, I'm staying at
my flat this week. I'm not on call
tonight at the hospital." He stated, arriving at his car. In the moonless night, his deep blue eyes
were mysterious. A dark brow came up in
inquiry, faintly mocking with bemusement, already guessing where her thoughts
were leading. It was the same thoughts
that were swimming around in the back of his head as he gazed steadily back at
her. By God, but she was lovely tonight, he thought silently.
"Oh."
He opened her side of
the door for her and she swiftly got in. Even though it was cool in the plush interior of his Porsche, it was
beginning to freeze outside. She
shivered slightly, despite the thickness and warmth of her coat and was glad
when he rived up the engine and turned the heater on full blast. He reached over and grabbed her cold,
clasped hands in her lap, and rubbed his hands over hers, briskly.
"Cold?" Darien
asked concerned, gazing into her downcast eyes that were centered on their
hands.
She nodded, as awareness
over their closeness crept over her. Their gazes locked, the air within the car suddenly seemed to intensify
with sexual energy.
"Do you want to
come over?" She blurted out without thinking. She blinked her eyes rapidly, her mouth parting open with
shock. Oh my God, you brazen wanton,
she thought to herself. I can't believe
you just asked him to stay the night.
That's a guy line! The only thing she could think of at that
time was not being apart from him. Visions of him between her sheets, between her pale thighs swam before
her mind, instantly heating her body with a warm flush. Her face turned rosy red, admitting that she
liked the latter image immensely.
A slow, knowing smile
crept across his lips. "My place
is closer." He answered softly,
then turned away and backed the car up, their gazes locking and smoldering with
laced fire. The invitation in his gaze
was electrifying and Serena shivered in anticipation. They drove through the main streets of Crossroads district. Darien reached over and placed Serena's hand
on his hard thigh.
Serena thought her hand
was going to catch on fire as it rode high on his thigh. Revealing in the strength and sinew muscles
that bunched underneath her caressing hand. She swallowed hard, feeling her throat suddenly parched and dry. Her heart was beating wildly within the
cavern of her ribcage, unable to meet his eyes within the confines of the car.
The ride up the elevator
to his flat seemed extremely long to Serena. She waited for a fraction of second after he opened the door to the flat
before launching herself into his arms.
"Serena..."
Darien groaned hoarsely against her ears as his arms enveloped her in his
embrace. He slammed the door shut to
his flat, not bothering to switch on the lights.
Serena tugged and
unbuckled his belt buckle and unzipped the zipper to his pants while he
hurriedly unfastened her blouse. Before
long, he was muttering expletives over the tiny buttons. Frustrated, he tore open her blouse, the
buttons flying everywhere around his flat. His hands reached forward to cup the
sweet nectar of her full breasts within her lacey bra. All the while he lead them towards his
bedroom, kissing Serena deliriously, eagerly on the mouth.
Without needing any
preliminaries, Serena was just as ready and eager for their first joining. Pushing her onto his bed, he jerked off her
jeans, fumbling at the same time with her silk panties. Darien's hand dipped into the sweet
enclosure between her pale thighs and a shuddering sweat broke out over his
body. She was ready...more than
ready. He wanted her to feel the tides
of pleasure that could encapsulate a woman's passion, so instead, he positioned
her creamy thighs over his shoulders, and then his tongue plunged into her
inner most private petals invoking an incoherent cry from her throat as her
hips arched against him. Relentlessly
he teased, cajoled and drove her mindless with unbearable, piercing pleasure
with dance of his wicked tongue.
And then Darien was
scrambling above her, gazing down into the face of the woman's whose desire had
enraptured him. Her face wild with
passion, transformed. Serena cried out
as Darien plunged into her incredible warmth. The tension rose to new heights
as her body undulated towards his as she felt his manhood penetrate the deep
recesses of her body with the powerful thrust of his body. He gripped the soft flesh at her hips using
her as anchor, pounding her with his insatiable greed for her. She couldn't stop herself; she started to
cry out with every drive of his hips. The fire rage on and with the next set of thrusts, her body convulsed
sweetly like a tempest in a lashing storm around Darien as he continued to
plunge madly, driving himself home with her. His deep growling moan came seconds after the explosions in her body
began to cease. Fulfilling that rising
hunger within her that only he could do. Her fingers unthinkingly pulled him closer, now relaxing onto his
sleeked shoulders, as satiated oblivion settled into their dazed reality.
Stayed tuned to the next
chapter! Lady M. Harris.