*Warning: It has a slight lemon warning. It's one of the few in this story, if not the only and I made sure it was tasteful enough to well, hopefully, not offend someone. If I do, I apologize ahead of time, but this is rated R…so I guess that is warning enough. If you aren't sure and want to skip it I put [* * *] to indicate the start and the finish. For everyone else, ignore them. Well, I guess I will say something else at the end of the chapter…
Chapter One:
He took a deep breath as he scanned the room. He was correct in his assumptions that it was one of the better rooms in the brothel. There was an assortment of foods in front of the fireplace as well as a pitcher of ale. From the judge of it; one of the better brands. The fireplace was lit and gave off a good amount of warmth. It kept the winters cold at bay. He removed his armor and sheath and placed them on the table. He began to disrobe to his breeches and tunic. I might as well get comfortable, while I wait. He was in a very unlikely position.
He sat in front of the fireplace, not aware the emerald beauty in the bed behind him. He heard movement and then within seconds he had his sword in hand and at the throat of the young woman. He was breathing rapidly as he realized just who it is. He murmured apologies as he removed his sword from her sight. She was trembling and had moved to the top of bed, the sheets were wrapped tightly around her and her eyes were widened with fear.
"I wasn't aware you were in here just yet and became alarmed when I heard the noise. You must forgive me." He saw a small tear fall from her eyes, "No, no… don't cry." He looked around as if he was searching for something to help him. He eyes come across the food on the table. He walked over to it, "Are you hungry?" he asked as he put some on a plate and walked back to her.
She looked at him warily, before saying yes. He placed the plate in front of her. He didn't know where the gentleness was coming from. He watched her eat slowly before finally she gave into the temptation of the food and ate heartily. She had finished the food on the plate and looked hungry still. He went back and got her some more; happy for having something to do other than…he refused to take her on an empty stomach. He was cold, but not heartless especially to his lovers. And it was very unattractive to here a stomach growling while making love.
"Here's some more," he said. She smiled gratefully. He watched her eat until she couldn't eat anymore. He laughed despite himself, when he offered her some more; she looked as if she was going to cry. He took the plate back to the table and noticed there was nothing else, but ale there. He looked over to her and pulled the rope near the mantle. A servant appeared quickly. "Fetch me some juice."
The young woman looked confused as she left to go get some. It was a matter of minutes before her return. He took it from her and closed the door. He poured some into a glass and handed it to the young woman. She drank it all and said a quiet thank you. He smiled in response; he didn't know what came over him. He shook in head in confusion as he sat the pitcher down. Now there was nothing else for them to do besides…Syaoran looked over to the bed. She had positioned herself in such a way that she knew of what was to come next. His manhood was begging for release from the confinements of his breeches. The tightness was almost to the point of painful.
He walked from the table slowly, taking in the beauty of the woman before him. It was said to be lucky to have the luxury of being with an untouched woman. He had had many lovers before, but never before a virgin. He came to the edge of the bed before removing his shirt. He threw it on the ground as he watched her lie back down on the bed. She wasn't in the clothes that she was before, he now noticed. Instead, in a chemise of a more sheerness. It was practically see-through. She was became still as he positioned himself on top of her.
He laughed as she closed her eyes tightly. "I do hope I'm not that bad looking," he said huskily. "Open your eyes. I want my women ready and willing."
She opened her eyes slowly only to be looking in his steady amber ones. She gasped softly as he brought his hand to her face, gently caressing her jaw line.
"Now, tell me I'm not all that horrible to look at," his gaze was intently on hers.
She shook her head.
He laughed again, "Darling, you will have to look at me first." He put his hand back down to ease himself up for her to look at. He watched her examine him more closely this time. It was sensual sight indeed. Her eyes lazily took in all his appearance. He suddenly took her hand and placed it on his chest. She looked at him surprised. "You can touch, you know?"
She followed all the grooves of his chest, all the way down to the V of his breeches. Stopping. Her boldness seized. She finally became aware of her predicament.
"As I have already told you, I'm not into ravaging my women. And you are mine, at least for tonight." He moved his mouth to her ear to whisper, "And I will have you wanting me just as much as I want to you."
She closed her eyes and she felt the pressure ease from on top of her. She opened them in confusion. He was replacing his shirt and walking over to the fireplace to sit. He poured himself some ale before getting comfortable in the chair. She rested herself on her forearms as she looked at him sip his beer. "Am I not to your liking, my lord?"
She saw him smile before taking another drink. "You are very much to my liking, sweetheart."
"Then may I ask why you aren't-," she paused.
"Taking you?" he asked. He was now looking at her, eyebrow raised. "I don't want to feel as if I forced you. I would rather have the comfort of mind that you wanted me, but know that I will have you before dawn." He put his ale on the table, moving towards the bed. "What is your name?"
She look at him thoughtfully before answering, "Sakura, my lord."
"Sakura-," he said trying it out. "It's beautiful, my cherry blossom."
"Hai," she said surprised.
He laughed, "I learned your language when I was a child. I knew someone from Japan." His eyes became distant. She took notice, but decided to not ask. He sat down on the edge of the bed.
"May I ask yours, my lord?"
He looked surprised.
"Did I make a mistake by asking? I apologize." She titled her head in uneasiness.
"Xiao Lang, my name is Xiao Lang." He had brought his hand to her face and tipped it up.
"Little wolf…" she looked at him thoughtfully. "You don't look so little." She blushed immediately after the words left her mouth. "I mean, that…you…uh…" Her hair fell in front of her face.
He laughed yet again, "I know what you meant."
She felt him move it behind her ear. Such gentleness. She didn't think it to be possible from all the men that came here on a daily basis. She cringed as she thought of all the looks the men were shooting her. That is a moment that she wished never to relive again. She sighed as he traced her jaw line yet again. "Why are you here?"
She looked into his eyes, "I don't understand what you are asking me, my lord." Yes, I do.
"Call me Xiao Lang, please." He brought his hand down towards his side and she took it in hers. Intertwining her fingers with his, she didn't know why she did so. He smiled at the little gesture, you are angelic. "Why are you at a brothel? I don't understand how such a beautiful creature could be in such a sordid place."
"I was sold by my step-father."
His eyes widen with disgust, "Why would any one do-?"
"He had no choice. It was either that or starvation." She was now looking away. He heard the offense in her voice.
"Surely, he must have had some other-," he was cut off. She had placed her finger to his lips to silence him.
"Xiao Lang, please don't ask me any more."
He took notice of the pain in her eyes. He nodded in compliance. He felt at lost for words; nothing would have prepared him for the bleakness of that statement. How could anyone not ask more questions? His anger began to stir.
"Xiao Lang?"
"Hai…" he said harshly. He looked at her apologetically.
"Why are you here? You don't seem like the type of man to be," she made a show of looking around the room, "at a place like this."
He laughed, which he found himself doing around her. "And how do you know what type of man I am, you only just met me."
She made an indignant face, "Well, I know that you have been nothing, but kind to me tonight."
He looked at her pensive, "Kind, hmm…not a word one has used to describe me." He made a face, "I would rather like that to be kept between you and I."
She laughed gaily, "Hai, my lord—Xiao Lang." After a moment, he felt her move her hand from his own. He cocked his head to the side confused. "I'm ready," was his reply.
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She picked up his hand and placed it at her waist, blushing. He nodded in acceptance. He crawled on top of her, gently pushing her back with him. When she was comfortably settled against the pillow, he released his grasp on her and removed his shirt. He smirked at her as she looked at him fully. He was going to blow out the candle over head when she stopped him. She shook her head, blushing again.
He smiled, nodding. Beautiful. He eased himself over her again and looked into her eyes. She looked back, trusting and willing. It took all of his control not to take her instantly. Breathe, Xiao Lang. He had to close his eyes with the innocence of it. Groaning, he opened them and brought his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. She gasped slightly at the intensity of it. He took full advantage and slipped his tongue in his mouth, exploring every inch of it. He only broke away when the need for air became urgent.
"Oh my," he heard her say. He pressed his forehead to hers, "Oh my indeed." He was running his hand down her arm. It sent a shiver down her spine. She giggled and he laughed. When the laughter subsided, the room became very tense. He looked at her for some type of a sign as if she read his mind she brought his head back down to her for another kiss. This time the kiss lasted longer and became more explorative. He ran kisses along her jaw line and down her throat, not stopping until he reached sensitive skin of her neck. He nipped at it lightly, sending pleasure to places she wasn't aware of.
He continued his playful antics as she became bolder. Her hands ran down his back, outlining his spine. She then brought them to his chest, tracing his muscles…going lower and lower. He shuddered. She continued, pleased that she could inflict the same sweet torture to him. He stopped what he was doing, closing his eyes.
"Are you pleased, milord?" she asked tauntingly.
He opened his eyes to see her looking at him seductively. He groaned, "As if you don't know the answer." She went as far as the top of his breeches before running back up. Tease. She ran her fingers in circles, looking into his eyes. It sent him past the point of sanity. He kissed her, hard. She returned it just as fiercely. He was done with the games now. He needed her.
He removed the flimsy garment over her head and unlaced his breeches. "Are you ready?" he asked suddenly. She nodded and he took her. In the fluid motion, she lost her virginity. He stopped as he felt her sob beneath him; he kissed a tear that was falling down her face. In that instant, he knew he couldn't leave without her. She began to move her hips, urging him to continue. It was his undoing. When this night was over, she was returning with him, with or without her consent.
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Syaoran threw the covers over him and Sakura before snuggling closer. He smiled against her shoulder before kissing it. She had surprised him. His desire for her was undeniable and he took her many times. Not once did she become weary of their joining. He couldn't get enough of her. It wasn't until he was exhausted did they stop.
His smile widened, he was completely spent, but blissful. He looked at her serene face. She looked content in his arms. It gave him a sense of peace and her soft breathing was only intensifying it. It made his resolve to bring her with him more evident. He wanted her longer than tonight. He laughed at the thought of it. It was impulsive to think of such a thing and everyone would think him crazy for bringing her home. He knew that without a doubt, but so be it. He couldn't leave her here where others will know her lovely body as he did. Never.
He wouldn't allow it. He moved a strand of hair from her face. She reacted to his touch, snuggling to him.
"Xiao Lang," he heard her whisper. The fireplace had dwindled to a mere glow and played softly against her features. She looked beautiful. After making love, he took his time to learn more about her. Her family. Her dreams before coming to this god-awful place.
He still couldn't believe that someone would give up such an enchanting creature, much less sell her. His anger returned. If I ever get my hands on the bastard who brought her here, so help me god. I will kill him. It was a promise that he was going to keep. Hailey. He blinked.
As if Sakura sensed his turmoil, she began to stir. She opened her eyes and looked up. "You are up." It was a statement. She moaned and began to stretch against him. He stiffened, his face becoming hard and distant. She looked at him questioningly. She was in mid-stretch and still pressed against him. Desire was clouding his thoughts as he tried to disguise it from her. It wasn't working. He was unbelievable tired and his body otherwise.
"Move a little to the…" he drifted off as he shifted uncomfortably.
She suddenly understood his discomfort and blush, "Sorry," she mumbled.
He laughed, "'Tis alright." She joined him all the while looking at him coyly. His expressions changed so fast.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"A little sore," she admitted.
"Hai, It's to be expected, darling." She moved to place her head on top of his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and they lay in comfortable silence. He sensed that she was deep in thought after a while.
"What's wrong?" he asked, kissing her forehead.
"Nothing," she said rather quickly.
He knew something was amiss. He turned her to look at him. "Tell me," he said.
She absently began to make tiny circles on his chest. "I feel lucky to have met you," she started. "Not every girl, innocent as me, gets the chance to be with someone as gentle or considerate as you, especially someone of my station. And I know enough that I may never meet anyone else like you while I am here." She paused, "I wanted to thank you."
Thank me.
He was moved, deeply. Her words suggested nothing other than sincerity and he felt an incredible stab of guilt. He was just like every other man who came here. Though, he didn't want to be here. He stepped into the brothel and reduced down to the standards of every other sex-crazed man here. He bought her even if it was just for one night. He bought her and took her innocence. How could she thank him? The guilt grew as he thought more of it.
You wanted to take her with you, but for what Xiao Lang? His conscience was consuming him.
He felt terrible. Mistaking his silence, Sakura sat up letting the sheet fall to her waist, revealing her from the waist up. "I shouldn't have said anything, milord. I've made you uncomfortable." She was searching for her chemise. He felt like an ogre now. He placed a hand on her groping ones.
"No, you haven't." He forced himself to smile despite his battle with himself. He needed to make amends somehow. He instantly thought of taking her with him, now for another reason that his own selfish needs. He would do it, for her sake and his redemption he would do it. He would take her away save her from all the lecherous men that may, or rather will cross her path and taint her as he had done. He would also save her from himself. Her gratitude was misplaced. Very.
"Sakura, come with me."
She stiffened and turned around slowly. He stopped himself from looking down and kept her gaze. Her look was of disbelief.
"What?" she asked.
"I said come with me."
"You must be mistaken," she said. She searched frantically for her chemise.
He pulled it from the folds of the sheet and handed to her. She put over her head hastily and crawled out of bed as if he had burned her. "I'm not, I couldn't stand the thought of you remaining here—I couldn't bear with it. His face felt hot until her gaze, never has he ever had to beg. Hailey. He pushed the thought back. Not now, damn it.
Sakura looked over the room, at him, at her. "Yes."
"What?" finally hearing her.
"I said yes. I will go with you."
Author's Note:
Well, I hope that it was good. So it looks that Syaoran is taking her with him. How is he going to do it and how is everyone going to react esp. a certain someone at home? Is just how is he going to explain bringing her with him? Well, at this point…I have no idea either, lol. Look for the next chapter next week. Thanks for all the reviews, I really appreciate it. Till Next Time: (Midnight Passion)