A/N: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MILD SEXUAL CONTENT. Don't read unless you are at the age to handle it! Again: Don't read and sue.
Chapter 6
Her body burned like fire when he began his intentional seduction, this dangerous liaison he brought on them both, betrayal and crime for any married woman during their moment in time. But could she deny him his pleasure when she too dreamed of lavishing him with her aberrant thoughts? No. Because they were feeble, desire made them weak. The yearning to love, to be loved, was much too dominant to suspend from becoming a reality.
She quaked suddenly as his soft hands left its task of cupping her face to gently trace down her lovely neck, tenderly grasping the sides of her shoulders while his mouth soon pursued the fiery trail they left behind. She gasped, her grip becoming painful as his teeth peeked through those taunting lips to gently nibble a path from her shoulder towards the warm column. Her resistance for him quickly crumbling as he lapped at her pulsing jugular… 'No…'
She surprised him at her abrupt action, drawing away quickly from his gestures. Rushing towards the open window lifted her night clothes to gently flutter behind her, settling as she stopped before it, grasping its decorative sill as if it were a lifeline. She looked out, her rounded breasts heaving due to lack of air and strength of mind, lustful yearning she had never experienced before.
She lent forward slightly, running a cold hand through her short, blue locks as a nervous gulp of air escaped her tremulous structure. "I do not know of your intentions Baron…" She alleged this with a quality so incompetent it seemed worthless to begin with. "But at this very moment…" Her heart seemed to grow heavy at the very reflection, "I know…" Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes searching through the obscurity of the silent night, for an answer she failed to grasp within her thoughts. When it came she felt hollow and fickle, "Nothing…I know absolutely nothing. Segregation and hostilities, which always seem to lead to a meaningless blood-spattered massacre of whites and coloreds, have haunted me since the very beginning of it all…"
Her knees buckled as his nose found the delicate film of skin beneath her ear, taking a deep whiff of her natural, soothing scent. "My intentions madam, are strictly…" He raked his bent fingers down her sides, tracing every curve from beneath her breasts to her perfectly sculpted hips. "Free of pain…" Turning her body to face the front he then approached, pressing deliciously upon her. "The troubles of the world shall be lifted from your shoulders, and replaced flippantly if you have the force to believe in the strength of your heart…"
Her heart began to race as it had once before, her body withering, burning as he kissed her with no mercy. His wild, jagged bangs tickling her face due to the slow motion of his head and mouth. "… I don't even know who you are…" She gasped, placing a hand on the smoothness of his face as he continued his sinful, pleasurable ministrations. She said this, because it was non-other than the truth. After knowing him by Milliardo Peacecraft, and with this other Zeches Merquise, it was obvious she was at a pure loss. He chuckled, and licked her ear, "Believe me, they are both as desirable to know…" She shivered at his husky, if not playfully provocative lingo before halting all chances of unneeded conversation as he raised her to sit on the border of the sill. Noin gasped as he had now, so inconspicuously worked his way between her strong, toned thighs, rubbing up against her heated core in teasingly vindictive ways. This left her long legs stripped, her clothing bunched in her lap to bare them to any unexpected caller who might enter the degree.
Unlacing the petite ties of her fine apparel, he gently brought his large, curious hands down her back in a fiery caress. His mind reeled with all loss of sanity as he brought her to a stand, his eyes raking over her sensual form with ravenous eyes once the imprisonment of her clothes left her. 'I will lavish every inch of her this night… Kiss every wound, wherever they may lie…' Unfulfilled with the mere act of admiring, Zeches lead her toward the divan. Swinging her to face him, he lightly placed his fingers to her chest, pushing her onto it to land in a gentle mass. Noin sighed, unable to keep her eyes from giving all emotion she felt away as she watched him remove his clothes. His pale mane against his silky russet skin was incredibly irresistible as it tumbled to drape over the shapes of his muscled chest and waist. She flushed enjoyably when he eyed her, his hooded eyes catching her own as the remainder of his clothes slid from his torso.
'Lord…' She thought, unable to choose a proper series of words to describe such a site, 'He's incredible…' He chuckled, the lines at the corners of his kissable mouth smoothing out as the seductive, indescribable expression returned curtly after. She took in a deep breath as he crawled atop her, her heart thumping as he released some sort of tiger like snarl from the back of his throat. The smooth vibrations bounced off her heated skin, his nose tracing the dips and curves of her neck and freckled shoulders. "…Milliardo…" She sighed, tensing when his soft body grazed against her own, causing a groan to elicit from his own lips and into her ear.
"Many say it is a sin to be too beautiful…" She whimpered, casing her arms discretely around him as his wet lips met her collarbones, a hand teasing the full mound of her breast. Panting with anticipation she turned them over, looking into his eyes with a burning flame, her face hot and flushed with passion, "Perhaps it is because… Whoever discovers such beauty is bound to get caught within its powerful web…" She wetted her lips as she brought a hand to his temple, tracing his arousing facial features with her fingers. He smiled, running the pads of his fingers along her spine lazily before gripping her hips as she kissed him, tenderly and powerfully, with no needless qualms. Wholesome and sexy she became, brave and as ruthless as he was, a perfect counterpart. Caressing him now, Zeches preyed upon everything that was Lucretzia…HIS Lucretzia… Her endowments not capable of being left alone. She had an incredibly sensitive quality, although playfully feisty, dynamic and inimitable. Everything he had been hoping she'd be… Since the very beginning…
Leaving his lips swollen and well taken care of, she moved on to his delightful body which was another glorious wonder. The contours of his frame, arms and hips, well defined and chiseled twitched at the mere forage of her digits. For a moment he watched her, pale lashes fluttering shut over icy orbs as his heart began to race. She could hear it too, thumping loudly in time with her own heart… Reaching his navel she swirled her tongue around the small cavern, a sharp moan escaping him as he immersed the hairs of her head, so soft…
Their love-making was like no-other, the duo finding peace and love at the last. The symphonic and rhythmic movements, caresses and actions of complete adoration forever burned within their living souls. Never feeling so whole, full and peaceful before they came across their mirrored figures, lost and alone never again as they remained persistent…
~~~
Convincing cocky bastards of a woman's self-defense and right of some sort of retaliation was a job fit for a professional bitch. But Hilde needn't to think twice about taking a stand between civil rights, and being acknowledged as having no proper intelligence. Taking a moment to express her gratitude towards the young footman for his patience at such a ghastly hour, the cobalt haired woman then proceeded towards the 'small portion of hell'. She stepped before the threshold, slightly jovial that the task within her hands had been clearly and modestly taken care of. Being such ingrates, she would have guessed it a little more complex…
Well, what was done was done… Reaching her rooms she tossed the small purse and gloves onto her little oak dresser, able to remove the layers of her fine cobalt skirts and gown from her curvy structure with no delay or fumble. Hanging the articles over the diminutive post at the foot of the bed, she then freed her bodice prior to sitting in front of her mirror. Removing her powder and glossy rouge left her creamy skin simple and light, not a dilemma, for she was very attractive even with out such embellishments. She had altered so much, physically and emotionally the majority of it all. No matter, it was for the good, was it not?
Sighing she reached for her brush, clumsily reaching with too sharp of a motion. The cataclysmic shatter of crystal caught the light of the simmering fire, reflecting vibrant colors within its small prisms as it met with the floor beneath her feet. "Oh…blast…" She cursed as she pulled the chair away from the defunct ornament, picking up the shards within her palms before dumping them into a small basin aside the vanity. Tiredly picking up her brush, she averted her eyes to face the mirror…
Horror filling her at the sight of the devil's reflection…
~~~
"I love you…"
________________________________________________________________________
A/N: Okay, all are probably wondering why it took me so long to write such a crappy chapter, well, it's because during the past month I had neglected to write in it, and another is because I kept on getting bored and didn't really have a spark of inspiration. Sorry if it threw you off on the story completely, but this out of everything was the hardest so far, plus the option on replacing this chapter with a better one is still possible. Sorry, and thanks for your patience.
04-20: Okay, the inspiration came, and a new chapter is now available!
(Contact me either in the reviews or by separate e-mail, which ever you feel comfortable with. If you e-mail me separately, please subject the e-mail: chp6 request.)
Thanks!