Chapter two - Forbidden Desire

As the stranger's lips had touched hers for the first time, all she had felt was utter shock and embarrassment, anger even. Who was this guy thinking he was anyway, sneaking up on her without introducing himself or showing his face and kissing her just like that? Casanova in person?

Aoko would have immediately hit him to oblivion, literally brushing him off with her infamous mob but he seemed to have expected that and effectively trapped her hands between their bodies by pushing her tightly to him with his free hand that was on her back while his other kept covering her eyes.

It was his perkily forwardness that had her cease all her movements for a moment. But this one moment was enough for a radical change of heart.

In this seemingly endless moment, she could feel, although he tried to hide it from her, that his lips were trembling slightly and so was his hand that was covering her eyes. It seemed like an oxymoron that confused Aoko. Why would somebody, who was about to force himself on you, be nervous about it? Maybe she had read the signs wrong?

Then she noticed something else. His lips were not harsh on hers but soft, touching with caution and not prepossessing at all. Even if this really was some sort of a new technique to get her to agree to this, she couldn't help but being attracted to the gentleness that he was showing her. Her body was completely disobeying her mind that was screaming at her to get a grip. However, she couldn't help but stop being afraid. It's been too long that somebody had shown her this kind of affection.

Out of it's own accord and against her better judgement, she felt her body slowly melt against his. She stood on tiptoes and kissed him fully, giving him everything she got and she could have sworn he stiffened a little at her boldness.

Something in the back of his mind told him in a nagging voice that this was wrong but he couldn't tear himself away from her or her lips had his life depended on it. The fact, that this was wrong, forbidden, even tabooed only added to his excitement and he could feel that Aoko was feeling the same way.

And finally, after a very long moment, he stepped into action again.

Kaito Kid, or Kuroba Kaito, who it actually was didn't matter to him right now, for he seemed to have fused to one person, closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss. His lips started to prickle where they touched hers and as he felt her soft moan against him, her body had stopped struggling too as he realized only now, melted against her completely.

He suddenly felt the strong desire to be closer to her, even more than he already was, preferably as close as it would physically go and hugged her tighter to his solid body. As this action caused another moan to emit from her lips that got lost inside his mouth, he felt one of her hands tear away and move to grab his shoulder, then upper arm. Kaito felt the hair on both his arms rise in attention.

The need to be yet closer was definitely mirrored by her and as he pushed her body tighter to his, Aoko couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. The feeling of her smooth body against his firm one, the amazing contrast that had stolen their rational thinking along with their breaths, swept both young adults off their feet.

The overwhelming sensations didn't stop either, as, for the first time, she felt his strength. Shocked and embarrassed, she had to admit that it aroused her. Maybe in a desperate attempt to verify her suspicion, her hand struggled free from between them and went to touch his arm and shoulder. The muscles she felt there send an electric jolt of pure excitement right to her core. Gathering in the pit of her stomach, she felt like it started to stir everything around that it found there, caused it to toss and turn and toss again. That all happened in less than three seconds and Aoko started to feel a little dizzy. She held on to his strong shoulders again, for a moment afraid to fall but, to her surprise, he caught her.

Simply caught her with his one arm around her waist. A simple move, a simple gesture, a simple touch, normally.

Right?

So, why was it touching her so deeply, then?

All of a sudden, it really annoyed him that he still had to hold her eyes close for he could definitely use this hand way more productively. An idea came to his mind and he inwardly had to smirk at his own thoughts but decided to just go for it.

Kaito slowly retreated the one hand that was keeping her pressed against his body, subconsciously but not less proudly he noticed that she did not flinch away the moment his hand had left her waist-probably because he was still kissing her and reached inside his back-pocket.

In the meantime, Aoko really hadn't noticed the missing hand on her back since she was almost laying on top of him, anyway. And had she noticed, she probably still wouldn't have pulled away since it meant breaking this kiss.

Apparently like magic, the talented magician appeared a deep-red shawl out of nowhere. He was still into the kiss and never broke it either as he used the velvet cloth as blindfold. He wound it around her head and, now with both of his hands, tied it behind her hair. As Aoko realized this a moment later, she was too lost in passion to be receptive to this kind of small impulses, an alarm started to ring in her head.

She pulled her head a little backwards, meaning to end the kiss but Kaito's head followed hers. He wouldn't allow her what she wanted, meaning to stop the kiss. She tried to protest but he used her opening mouth to tentatively slip his tongue inside. It was not like he had planned it. In the contrary. He was probably just as shocked about it as she was but at this point he had just ceased thinking rationally.

Aoko immediately stilled all movements. The foreign intruder irritated her at first beyond words. But before she could blink or comprehend her own actions, she found her body responding to him, pushing her head upwards. Timidly, she touched the tip of her own tongue against his.

Kaito was a little freaked out at this and at the light moan that escaped him against his will and especially that she could coax this strong a reaction out of him this easily. Her willingness was astonishing to him but he quickly adjusted and tried to win the heated battle. He hugged her tightly to his body, now with both arms and leaned towards her head with his own, attacking her mouth passionately.

He had no idea what made him do what he did but this was definitely not the time for reason or to question his actions. All he could think about at this moment, was that he had never felt like this before, ever. Never before had his heart beat this strongly, had his knees threaten to abandon him this acutely or had his throat felt like not even air could get through it without leaving a burning hot trail of pain.

Everything inside him drew Kaito towards her, as if an invisible hand on his back was steadily pushing him forward. As if that something had been waiting forever for exactly this, at least at the beginning, simple contact that had in a way broken through a barrier that was now open and gone for good. There was no going back anymore.

However, the scary thing was not that this broken barrier was irrevocably torn open, but that neither even wanted to stop or go back.

This is why the two unexperienced young people continued kissing, enjoying the new and overwhelming sensations. A little clumsily at first but they got better with every new try that was initiated by him or her. It could seem like they were trying to determine a winner but if asked, both would answer the same and call it a draw.

While Kaito started to feel a little guilty at the fact that she still had no idea who he was, Aoko could only think about him. More than ever she wanted to know who he really was, who was hiding behind the mysterious man. She wanted to ask him but he wouldn't let her end the lips lock. He was too far gone, too lost in passion and convinced that if her kiss could make him feel this good, then everything else she could do to him would simply blow his mind.

Ready and determined to go there, all things he had wanted to prove to himself earlier long forgotten, he let his hormones take over. After all, he was only a young man too, genius and thief or not.

'It's a good thing that I know her room by heart!' Kaito thought as he, together with Aoko pressed against his chest, started to move in direction of the couch that was in the back of her room, without having to open his eyes.

He had always liked that couch. Although it was chequered in pink and red colours mixed with white, it fit in her room perfectly and the equally chequered pillows on it that were held in blue colours and matched the couch looked really nice as well. He'd still had preferred the bed but it simply had been too far away, the other side of the room and Kaito wasn't having any delays anymore, now that he had gotten started.

He stopped next to the couch, his right hand kept rubbing her back while he was still kissing her. The talented boy gently nibbled on her lower lip and his free hand was taking his white cape off as quickly as he could. Not wanting to stain the couch and this way leave any evidence behind, he spread his cape over it hastily but as neatly as possible.

He felt her open her lips to take in a few deep breaths and her hesitation as he tried to get her to sit down on the couch. Trying to built up her desire to a new high so that she would go along with him willingly, want this just as badly and receive as much pleasure as possible, he gently started kissing around her mouth, over to her cheek and ear, then down her neck that he tenderly traced with his lips, mouth open and here and there tickled the skin he discovered with a butterfly-like sweep of his tongue.

Aoko started trembling but realized this only as he gently sucked on her neck. Breathing became very difficult and as one hand sneaked underneath her shirt to rub around the bare skin of her lower back, up and down her spine, she felt like she was about to faint any moment.

Lips tracing down my neck
And it's scaring me to death
How did you learn to draw me to the cliff
Just to push me off,
Just to push me off the edge

How was it possible that somebody who didn't know her could give her so much pleasure with so little effort? The way he touched her was simply taking her breath away. It was not rough or aggressive and he wasn't acting rude, at all. Strangely enough, Aoko had the feeling that every time he made contact with her it was designed and deliberate. Like every caress he gifted her with came from the bottom of his heart. He was being extremely careful, almost scared to hurt her with his touches. To Aoko, this didn't make any sense.

Why would he be concerned about the way she felt? Why would he look after her pleasure, too? Why did she let him do all those things to her? Why would his hands shake whenever he touched her?

Why would he treat her like he loved her?

So many questions, no real answer she could think of. Aoko's head felt like it would explode any second, the need to find these answers was simply too great. And just at this moment, she felt him kiss her shoulder. It send a strong shiver through her body and he straightened again, towering over her. Her arms had some time ago started to grip both of his shoulders for support. Support that she needed especially as he pressed an endlessly tender and loving kiss to her lips that caused her eyes to wet for a moment.

One single, very quiet sob escaped her lips, parting them in the process and Kaito seized this opening to dive in and kiss her with increasing passion. One hand moved from her back, the one that was on top of her shirt, the other stayed underneath since it was pretty busy, to her hair, stroking it reassuringly and gently combing through it at the same time.

Aoko was almost compelled to sigh and melt against him, the kiss and his hands. Too long had she been forced to live without any kind of tenderness, without the touch of a man no matter how much she had longed for Kaito to finally make a move…Kaito…

She remembered their fight and how repelling he'd acted towards her and her heart ached. But as the stranger tilted his head to the left and kissed her again with a devotion that made her head spin, she forgot everything else and especially the pain she'd been through the past days. No wonder this felt like pure heaven to her.

He tugged at the cloth around her head. After making sure that she couldn't see through the blindfold, that it was properly draped over her eyes, he slowly moved her back and lay her down on his cape, using a careful hand on her back to assist her.

Kaito pulled away and happily looked at the amazing picture that she presented. While marvelling at her simple and plain beauty, he felt his heart beat even stronger. The love and desire that he bore for this woman never has been this clear to him as it was right now.

He took in all of her form, scanning her body with his wolfish gaze that landed again on her parted and swollen lips. Male pride was filling him up completely, from his toes to the tip of his top head that had landed forgotten and neglected somewhere on the floor some time ago.

This was because of him, he thought boastfully. He had made her pant, had caused her whimpers, her moans, her racing heart-beat and those beautiful, shining cherry-red lips that were supplied with more oxygenate blood than usual. Her tight grip on his shoulder that she still maintained and that forced him to stay bend over her form, showed him that she wanted this just as much as he did. Just as badly. All because of him…And she was all his.

Kaito's stomach flipped. She really was his. Aoko had always been his, for that matter. And now, here she was, laying open and vulnerable, his for the taking.

He couldn't help himself, even if he had known a way to tear himself away from her and run from this situation. It was impossible. He was lost to her, to the intense passion that only she could evoke in him, just like she was lost to him. It was unspoken but they both knew it.

Speaking of intense passion…that was definitely what was ruling her mind and driving her on as her grip on his shoulder and arm, she had travelled one hand north to feel him up again, tightened. Her slight whimper showed him that he better hurried before…

He obeyed and slowly started undressing the girl, keeping every move and touch deliberately light, yet making sure that it was arousing. He was a teaser and knew how to keep people at it, how to make people scream, especially Aoko. His Aoko. But tonight, she would not scream at him in anger, as she usually did. After all, he didn't plan on revealing his true identity. Not only was this secrecy an incredible turn on, but he was sure she was still mad at him and that she would never want him that way. No, tonight, Aoko would scream in pure pleasure. Pleasure that she deserved and pleasure that he was to rouse in her.

Kaito raised his hands and tentatively started unbuttoning her shirt, expecting to be slapped to his senses any minute. Or maybe to wake up and find himself in his own bed instead of on top of her couch, towered above Aoko whilst removing her shirt. But nothing happened.

Her chest was rising and falling heavily underneath his slightly trembling fingertips, welcoming his touch almost eagerly. Her buttons seemed to be meeting him halfway, slipping through the holes almost out of their own or at least very willingly. As he was done with them, he carefully opened the two flaps, silently wishing his hands wouldn't shake as much as they were and immediately found his breath gone at the amazingly beautiful picture that he was confronted with at the moment.

Her surprisingly fuller than expected yet supple breasts were kept enclosed by some velvety, white material with baby-pink laces decorating the rims. Being too busy staring, he even forgot to make a Kaito-typical remark about how innocently she looked, wearing white underwear and everything.

Was it really him who had called her male, unfeminine, tomboyish and uncute so many times in the past? Man, he'd never in his whole life been so wrong about something. School uniforms really did a fabulous job in covering complimenting body parts, he must give them that. This was the point that all rational thinking quit its work and instinct took over completely.

His mouth went dry and his tongue licked his lips absentmindedly while he distantly but not less proudly, noticed the strong shiver go through her body. She stiffened as he stopped moving, her uncertainty spreading in the speed of light and her hands moved up to cover her chest.

Feeling this and not agreeing in the least, Kaito bend over her, gently taking her hands and pushing them next to her head on the couch. Right after, he went on his seducing by planting his lips against her neck, gently kissing and teasing the sensitive skin that he found there. He moved his lips down her throat to her cleavage, enjoying her quiet sounds of pleasure. Testing, the excited boy let go of her hands and as he was sure that they'd stay where he had put them, moved both of his arms under her back, pulling her chest and upper body up and close to him in the process.

Aoko welcomed his touch and his attention, even more as he started nibbling on her shoulder, over her decoltée to the other side and back again over the same delicious path. His lips kept tracing along the pink, lace line of the bra, left and right, driving her out of her mind.

One of her hands moved around his neck, rubbing gently over the hair that she found there while at the same time pushing herself flush against him and her bust towards his teasing lips. Kaito was astonished at her actions and reactions but her fingers that were entangling in his hair and gently crawling his scalp let him quiver from the inside and forget anything except her touches.

'The way she touches me is just so...'

He hugged her close and moved up to kiss her deeply and with all his affection in order to take away any fear she might still entertain. Aoko moaned softly inside his mouth, literally melting against Kaito and at how well he could read her mind so precisely.

Damn, I hate the way you know me
And damn, you kill me when you hold me
Like I'm your world
Like this wont hurt
Like a favorite curse hitting every nerve

Suddenly, he used the position of his strong arms behind her back to pull her upper body off the couch and managed with great skill and finesse to remove her shirt all the way that then fell on the floor next to the couch, forgotten the moment it left his hand. Her bra followed only a minute later and he greatly enjoyed the deep blush on her cheeks and the way she let herself get distracted by his kisses. He pulled her in his arms again in a reassuring gesture. In the sitting position and because of the lack of clothing their hug felt even more intense and intimate. Their lips locked again and she held on to him for dear life, never stopping the kiss.

His hands became bolder, rubbing sensually over her whole back, warming her, leaving burning trails of desire behind. Eventually, his wandering fingers moved down to her behind which he cupped tentatively. She giggled inside his mouth but tilted her head to the other side only to kiss him again. The girl didn't protest either, as one of his hands worked at the zipper of her skirt and magically opened it.

Amused, he observed how her remaining reluctance slowly wore off completely and she even helped him remove her skirt before her hands reached in turn for his shirt. Tie and jacket he'd taken off long ago, disregardfully casting them somewhere in her room. He grinned as her fingers struggled to open the last button of his shirt and after emitting a frustrated growl, she just ripped it open.

Even blind, she had a remarkable coordination and her hands immediately reached up to pull the open shirt down his arms. After tossing it to some corner, Aoko reached around his neck and pulled Kaito down to kiss him again. Needless to mention that the magician immediately responded to her passion in kind. He was only surprised but not shocked as he felt one of her hands sneak down to work at his pants.

Grinning and still kissing her deeply, he lay her back down carefully. Kaito stood up quickly and removed a great deal of his remaining clothes, leaving only his boxers on. White, of course.

Some insignificant difficulties later, both gasped loudly as he lay down on top of her again, creating delicious skin to skin contact with the only remaining barrier being their underwear. They could almost feel the heat of their combined warmth evaporate around them at the contact and dive them in a misty fog of desire.

'Forbidden desire…' Aoko reminded herself, knowing she shouldn't be doing this. Should not allow some guy to do these things with and to her but…

Then he kissed her again. Another endlessly sensual, thorough and yet loving kiss that left her panting in need to catch her breath and tingling all over. Lust was overwhelming reason, desire winning over rational thinking, both spreading inside her body like hot venom. And just like the burning passion inside of Aoko, one question was burning to come out and she'd never forgive herself if she did not ask him at this point.

"Who...who are you?" Aoko breathed inside the kiss of which the mysterious stranger only reluctantly pulled away.

"My name doesn't matter. Just let go… Trust me and forget everything around you…" he whispered seductively in her ear, trying to keep his voice low so she wouldn't recognize him that way. He did not realize, neither did she, that those had been the very first words that have passed between them tonight.

The quivering girl felt him stroke over her thigh tenderly, his fingers dancing over her naked skin, alerting every cell-ending that she possessed.

For a moment, she perceived the goose-bumps coming up and buried her finger in his hair. No matter how hard she tried to resist, she couldn't fight against the shiver that cursed through her body and caused her to tremble with arousal.

'Let go…' he had said. She did not want nor was she able to do anything else…Too strong was the desire to feel more of his touch and to have him close to her. To be even closer to him. Maybe it was wrong, to start an intense and intimate relationship with somebody she hardly knew but…What did moral values matter in comparison to the passionate fireworks he stoked in her? What did remorse count to this one moment where the kiss of the stranger left nothing inside her head except raw desire?

Damn, I'm fighting and I'm losing
And damn you
You're pulling and I'm pushing
I'm wrestling with
I toss and twist 'till finally I give in

His hand moved tentatively, teasingly and agonizing slow to the inner side of her thighs, causing her to catch her breath in a delicate mixture of shock and anticipation. Stroking over her skin with soft fingertips, he trailed his touch up and down to drive her out of her mind before resting his hand on the edge of her panties. He'd risked a peek before and had to his satisfaction noticed that she had luckily chosen not to wear her terrifying fish-panties of doom™, as he had baptised them, which made everything a hell of a lot easier for him.

He experienced the biggest boost to his ego that he'd ever come to know as Aoko reacted to his request the way he had wished for. Not only was she pushing, almost rolling, her pelvis to his waiting hand, but one of her legs moved around his, locking there as her foot teased his inner-thigh sensually.

His response was immediate in the form of a deep growl that emitted his throat involuntarily and of him pushing his body against hers while one hand teased her breast.

The wind was playing wildly in her curtains and Aoko shivered strongly at the same time. He couldn't help but wonder if this shiver was a reaction to the cool air that had just come in or to his touch. Deciding he did not care, the young man lay down fully on top of her again, creating natural heat and warming her with his own body and his flaming desire for her.

She groaned out at that, surprising herself, as his fingers danced from her breasts, over her ribs, down her side, her hips and thighs. 'Oh, the way he touches me feels just so…'

Her body jerked up spastically and her mouth opened wide in a scream that stuck in her throat as she felt his fingers move lower to touch the one spot she'd never have thought could feel like this when touched by somebody else. Grinning toothily, Kaito steadied his body with his free hand and moved his lips over every inch of her skin that he could reach.

This was the point that her mind shut down completely, a soft moan of pleasure leaving her lips. And, as she felt the mysterious man move his hand inside her panties, tugging them down rather quickly, she guessed he was getting impatient as well. Aoko did the best she could to help and assist him. She could not wait longer herself, feeling her body burn and start sweating, needing this more than anything else.

All she could think about was him, his touch on her body and the immense pleasure that she was receiving. As her hands danced over his back, her fingernails left deep-red trails on his skin. They moved down his lower back to rest on the waistband of his boxer shorts. At the same time, after one kiss along her cleavage, he had ended up kissing the valley between her breasts and surprised Aoko who clutched one of his buttocks.

Kaito was surprised but not in a negative way and locked his lips with hers in a passionate kiss as her hands started removing his boxers in swift and impatient moves. Not wanting to be left behind, our worksome magician got done with her own underwear, leaving them both naked as the day they were born.

He lay down on top of her, clutching his eyes close for a moment at the overflowing sensations. For some time, nothing at all happened. Kaito was suddenly overcome by self doubts, nagging little voices in his mind that told him he couldn't possibly take advantage of her like this.

But, as Aoko jerked her body against his in a soft move, one hand resting on his cheek, he let her gentle hand pull him down in an endless loving and yet passionate kiss that destroyed all of his doubts.

"Don't stop.." her quiet voice breathed against his lips.

Shutting his brain out, Kaito followed his instincts and her instruction. He gave way to the immeasurable desire he was feeling for this beautiful creature. Sinking into her with the greatest of care, Kaito devoted himself to Aoko with his whole being.

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Later that night, their passion had cooled down to a certain degree. Kaito was holding the sleeping form of Nakamori's only daughter in his arms, naked and tired.

But he couldn't sleep. Too great were the pangs of conscience that were eating him up from the inside. How could he have done something like this to a pure being? How could he just pop up and smudge the reputation of the one he cared most for in the whole world?

For the very first time in years, Kaito really felt like crying.

Being too absorbed in his fatal and miserable thoughts, he didn't realize that Aoko had shifted a little against him. Obviously, she had felt his distress.

Turning around in the circle of his arms, she gently searched with a blind hand for his cheek. Finding it, the young woman stroked slowly over it reassuringly, then pulled his head down which she met about halfway and gave him a sweet, light and gentle kiss.

He almost moaned inside her mouth at the tenderness she was showing him and at the relief that suddenly flooded his system. As she pulled away, he opened his eyes just in time to see her smile in his direction before turning away again. Pressing her back against his front, she made sure that his arm around her waist was still there. Holding on to this arm, Aoko intertwined their fingers, snuggled back against him and a few minutes later, was already lost to dreamland again.

The stunned magician couldn't find one rational thought after this. Cuddling against her delicious warmth, he decided to just sleep over it and see what the next day would bring. Only one complete and rational thought danced across his mind till the moment that he himself fell asleep. And this thought was simply, how much he loved her even more than he already had, which, in itself, was a small miracle to him. A miracle, just like this one, unforgettable night they'd shared together and that he might never be allowed to let her know of.

Uhm, yes. That was it. What do you think? Whoever wants to find out how the story ends, better hurry up and review.