Sammy's hands slid up to either side of the man's face. Her thumbs rested softly on his cheeks. Gently she pushed his head back to search his deep blue eyes. Was that curiosity she saw? Well whatever it was it wasn't rejection. She knew the soldiers were almost upon them. She was frantic. Instinct took over. Her fingers slid to the back of his smooth head and pulled his lips to hers. She surprised herself with her boldness and the shock of him reciprocating the kiss made her light headed.
The kiss radiated thru her body like electricity. She tingled from head to toe. His lips spread across hers like a wildfire, hot and unforgiving. His passion was all consuming. When his tongue traced along her bottom lip seeking acceptance her lips eagerly parted and the kiss took on a life of its own. Her heart beat madly in her chest. She was losing control.
Shinzon actually felt weak in the knees. His left hand lifted to the wall above her shoulder as he steadied himself and leaned into the kiss. This was somehow more than he had imagined it would be. He wasn't going to be the one to stop. A hunger was devouring him from within. His right arm still holding the dagger slipped behind her and pulled her arched body against his. This brief physical contact catapulted his body into a state of unparalleled awareness. He pressed her back against the wall. His need was escalating and he felt confident hers was too.
His Reman uniform was becoming increasingly restrictive. His thoughts roamed to the old ways. He wanted more. He was losing control. Thoughts of taking her right there up against the wall filled his mind. How easy would it be to rip the dress from her? Anther idea crossed his mind. He could drag her into his room kicking and screaming if need be. His quarters would provide him with the privacy needed to enjoy all she had to offer at his leisure. He imagined he'd enjoy taking what he needed from her if she did not give it freely. He would get what he wanted from her or kill her. It was his choice.
He heard the foot falls before she did. He removed his left hand from the wall above her and held it out to his side, an unspoken command to STOP. His soldiers skidded to a halt at the end of the hallway. The Viceroy pushed his way to the front of the pack, knocking several men aside in the process. His face was calm. He saw the Praetor and female intruder in a distasteful embrace.
Shinzon eyed the Viceroy without removing his lips from his delectable treat. His second in command gave him a disapproving look but turned and strode off with the soldiers. He replaced his left hand on the wall above the human female. The kiss deepened as his focus returned to more primal urges. He needed to feel more, to know more. His left arm lowered and he gently brushed a long blond tendril from her cheek while he contemplated his next move. Her skin was warm. Her hair was soft. Her lips begged him for more. His heart beat wildly against his rib cage. He felt light headed.
Sammy heard the men leave. It had been several minutes. She was sure they had gone but she hadn't been compelled to break the embrace. With determined focus her senses were slowly returning. When he had pressed her back against the wall she felt something; something cold and hard against her bare flesh. Had it been the wall? No such luck, it had just moved. Oh god, he had a weapon. What was he playing at? Was he going to kill her or hand her over to those monsters? She couldn't let either happen! She must complete her task or her father would be killed.
He felt her body stiffen and her lips stopped moving with his. He pulled back and looked down into her eyes. What was that? Was it fear? No it was terror. What had he done? He only wanted to show her how he felt and he wasn't feeling particularly malevolent at the moment. In fact he felt naturally drawn to her. He didn't want to harm her, yet. He wanted to experience more pleasure. He wanted to experience her. Why was she looking at him like that?
He bent and whispered in her ear. "Do not fear me."
She tried to push him away but he didn't budge. She felt panic rising from deep within her and it was coming on like a freight train. She looked franticly in both directions. The corridor was empty. No one was going to rescue her. His proximity suddenly felt suffocating. She couldn't escape.
"I will not harm you." He was calm, maybe too calm as he caught her chin in a vise-like grip and looked into her eyes.
She wasn't calm ... she was trapped like a wild animal ... she was terrified
... she had to complete her mission. Her focus jumped from thought to thought.
She couldn't think strait. There was no way out. She and her father were
going to die today.