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…"I was looking for something to eat"….
…"So was I"…
Chapter Five
Nya woke cradled in the arms of the largest man she had ever met.
With his entire body wrapped protectively around her, she got her first real feel of his body.
He was much taller than her, and she wasn't exactly short at five foot eleven.
His arms where once more bulging over her hip and crushing her to his chest.
He was broad too, his shoulder span was so much bigger than hers, their shadow from the candles only showed his body, hers too small beside his to be seen.
His heartbeat was beating slowly into her back. His light breaths while he slept caressed her neck and the top of her breasts, a curiously intimate touch.
Her body was still humming from last nights pleasure.
She shivered at the thought.
The man cradling her body securely, didn't seem to match the man who had pinned her aggressively against the stone wall, and pleasured her till she begged him to stop.
Before she had fallen into a deep sleep she could remember feeling his heated arousal burn into her back, she had heard him groan at the contact and had known how desperate for release he was, and yet he had made no move to touch her.
Her stomach rumbled loudly into the cave, she bit on her lip, hoping it wouldn't wake him up and wondering where she was going to get some food?
She hadn't eaten for ages, and although for some reason, her body seemed to feel sickened by the thought of food, she obviously needed some. She pressed her palm to her belly and thought of her options for some food...
She could search the cave for food, but she highly doubted there would be any, or she could climb down again.
Just the thought of attempting to climb down those vines made her stomach flip. Perhaps not!
Nya peered over her shoulder to look at Nicholas' face.
Now there was something she wanted to nibble on.
She sighed, she needed some clothes and some food desperately.
She was seriously attracted to Nicholas, who wouldn't be? But she couldn't stay in a cave in the rainforest for the rest of her life. She had a job, or, had a job, and she couldn't just do without the money. She needed it.
Needed it to get away. Get anywhere.
It was a huge shame Nicholas didn't carry around women's jeans and a burger in his back pocket because honestly, right now, she would be more than happy to stay with him in a cave if he did. At least for a little while longer. But unfortunately she needed food.
She slowly teased open his arms, and slowly lowered them to the floor before she was capable of crawling out of his embrace.
She stood and looked down on him sleeping.
He looked younger when he slept, carefree, his beautiful eyes shut and relaxed, hair loose and draped around his shoulders. Her chest tightened unexpectedly.
She hardly knew him, she couldn't feel guilty about leaving a man she didn't know to go get some food.
She might come back. She hoped.
Her rainforest expertise where a little rusty, knowing her luck she would wind up a statistic of people who die in the rainforest because they don't know what they are doing.
Although she guessed she might be one of the first to die in nothing but sequined lingerie, gathering food to take back to a gorgeous… something sleeping in a cave.
Yep, Nya, you might just be the first.
She tried to lighten her mood with humor but she couldn't help tasting guilt. She didn't want to leave, especially after he had shown her so much passion, and not just passion. He had healed her, and calmed her fears.
She had broken down before him and not like other men, he had held her when she needed it most, not just an awkward pat on her shoulder, and a 'don't cry' comment.
He had embraced her, caressing her back and had chased away her fears. Her failures.
She felt tears gather in her eyes at the unique, sweetness this man had shown her.
He honestly seemed nothing like any of the other men she had foolishly dated in her teens.
She could cross off each finger with losers and lay-abouts.
There was Tony, a man who believed he could bring more spice to the relationship by sleeping with her friends.
Mark, who wanted her to sleep with other men in front of him. She shook her head, she had never understood that request, and thankfully had never been so smitten with the man she had done what he had asked her to do.
Alejandro who got another girl pregnant.
Michael who could barely remember her name some nights, because he was constantly high.
Craig, Bryan, Neco, Steve.
She clenched her fists, an array of useless men.
Foolishly searching for comfort and affection away from her own dysfunctional family had only gotten her into trouble.
But not anymore.
She was going to college, she smiled at the thought, she could do it.
Ok, she was a little late, but late was better than never in her books. She would get the money and go back to America...
She turned back to look at her sleeping attacker. Regret evident in her green eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Nicholas. There just isn't any room for handsome, Brazilian playboys in my life right now."
She gave a weak smile and blew him a kiss before she turned back to the entrance of the cave.
Back to the vines.
God, she hated the rainforest!
Three hours, two near slips and an array of swear words later, Nya's feet finally rested on solid ground.
She sucked in a deep breath to calm her nerves, and surveyed her surroundings.
It was late evening she guessed, although it was hard to tell. Now she was on the ground, the sun couldn't penetrate through the branches.
It was dark down here. Darker than she would have liked it to be. She could see, just, but only barely.
She wasn't sure what she was hoping to find.
She hadn't had a proper look at the floor before, but now she did, it was covering in fallen branches, there where few if any bushes growing here.
So her master plan of finding some fruit and berries to munch on, seemed to be out.
She frowned. Another idea was needed.
She sighed, she didn't want to walk to town by herself but what choice did she have?
Stay and starve? Ok, the company would be considerably better but it would still be ultimately death.
She began to walk away from the cave, stepping over fallen branches and leaves.
Her bare feet cautious as to where to step next.
She didn't want to be knee deep in mud, or worse, become a chew toy for a snake.
God, she wished these branches would move!
It was slowing her down having to walk over them.
She just prayed she was heading in the right direction.
She smiled as she noticed her path ahead was clear, a smooth path cut out, void of branches.
Maybe her luck was changing?
She walked for what felt like hours when she heard a growl sound out into the night.
She turned, looking behind her.
She could hear birds high in the canopy disturbed, flapping their wings within the leaves and flying away to safety. Not a good sign.
The growl sounded far away.
She just hoped what ever had made that sound was going in the opposite direction to her.
She breathed for the first time since hearing it, and continued on her path.
Frequent glances behind her confirmed she was alone.
She rubbed her now sweaty palms down her thighs, nervous.
She increased her speed, fear making her more enthusiastic about finding the town as she cut down her path.
Her feet moving more confidently, now she was more used to the terrain.
Thankfully no snakes, or worms, or any creepy crawlies had been seen so far.
She had thought the deep rainforest would be crammed with insect, wasn't it something like to every single square mile of rainforest there was more than 50,000 insect species? And yet she hadn't seen any. Strange...
She became conscious she was walking to a beat.
A pounding sound she could hear in her mind.
A heart beat?
No.
Foot steps?
Her eyes went wide as she realized they where steps.
Pounding, quick steps. Loud and crashing through the vegetation behind her.
She looked around her as she began to run.
The beat became more distinct now, she even began to see images within her mind.
Speed. Strength. Determination.
She ran now fully, she could hear the branches snapping under the weight of something large behind her. Not far now.
She didn't bother to look back, didn't need to.
She could see herself running in her own mind.
She could hear branches snapping, branches being slammed aside.
An unwavering pursuit… of her.
Nya wasn't sure how her lungs where keeping up with her heart. She couldn't remember being this afraid for a long time.
She could see herself, in front of whoever was pursuing her. Her body only just visible through the trees as she ran.
She ran faster and faster through the darkness, heart pounding, legs working.
Oh please! Don't let me die here!
She could see the lights of the town in the distance!
She was nearly there.
She had to make it.
She pushed herself, running as fast as she was capable even after her long walk already.
Her heart pounded rapidly, if only she could reach the town. If only –
A growl sounded into the darkness, a second before her pursuer grasped her waist, taking her down to the ground.
A second before she was slammed into the ground she was turned, her pursuer taking the fall, her body against a broad, naked chest.
It wasn't a animal! It was-
She was flipped to her back hard, the air slammed from her lungs, as a body was cradled between her thighs.
She stared into the red eyes she knew so well...
Nicholas.
Nya could hardly breath at the intensity shining in those eyes.
His chest was naked and pressed firmly against her.
His hands braced either side of her face as he held himself slightly off her body, the only placed they truly touched was at the junction between her thighs.
He was pressed tight against her there.
Every time he leaned down to speak, his hips rocked, pressing in closer.
Making her instantly ache.
"You think to leave me?"
His voice was a growl, low and rumbling.
Heavy breaths, heaving chest and his flexing muscles, showed her more than his voice, how much he was losing control.
He looked more like an animal than a man.
He leaned closer to her wide eyes, his breaths being felt against her lips as he repeated his question.
"You where leaving me!" His incisors where visible in his mouth, large and terrifying. Glistening with deadly promise.
Speak Nya! Speak!
Never before had she had any problem speaking her mind, but now she couldn't mutter a word.
Her fear and now her arousal leaving her breathless.
She could hardly think straight at the sight of his chest, anger, and the feel of his arousal pressed aggressively against her...
"No. I..."
She was appalled her voice was breathless. She swallowed down her fear and tried to explain.
"You?!"
His voice harsh and angry didn't help her at all.
Come on Nya! Speak! Before he rips you to shreds.
"I was looking for something to eat"
The statement poured from her mouth, quickly and breathless as she tried to breath under his crushing weight and his intensity.
His grin was sinful and sexy, any air she had managed to take into her body was lost, as her breath rushed out at the sight.
"So was I"
His large, rough hands grasped her bare hips, pulling her roughly against his shaft, he groaned, neck craned at the contact.
She was capable of nothing but a breathless gasp and a shudder.
She could perceive his heat through the trousers he wore, burning against her. Making her ache for the thick, heat she could feel there.
His head tiled down, looking deep into her eyes as he dipped his heat to nibble at the insatiable column of her tanned throat.
His rough kisses and licks made her squirm uncomfortable beneath him.
She was so hot.
So aroused.
So easily?
Once more she was confused how she could be so turned on, just by the low, guttural sound of his voice.
His teeth scrapped her throat and she gasped, grabbing fist's full of dark silk, as she held him to her throat.
His body was aggressive, blocking out all light until all she could see and focus on was his body, as his teeth pierced deep…
His hands still grasping her hips tight against him as he ground his aching shaft against her.
His teeth where buried in her golden throat, her sweet blood pouring into his mouth.
Her taste erotic to his senses.
Making him burn, ache even more than before.
He had woke from the sleep of humans alone, her scent fading from the cave.
His growl had echoed deep throughout the cave. His rage, and fear where burning through his body, his senses became a red haze of need and desperation.
She was trying to leave him!
Following her scent deep through the rainforest only added to his need.
Every time his foot pounded to the floor, arousal burnt through his blood.
His shirt disappeared from his too hot chest, as he stalked her scent through the rainforest. If he had been looking he would have seen the unusual path cut through the forest floor, clear of all insects and branches as it led a direct path to her.
To what was his.
The feel of her trembling beneath him was his undoing, he could smell her arousal and after his first taste, last night his mouth watered for more.
More of her.
He wanted it all.
His teeth pierced her delicate column as he clutched her closer.
Delighting in the feel of resting between her thighs, her hands gripping his hair in a merciless grip.
He moaned into his bite.
Her blood pouring into his mouth, into his senses. Until she was all he craved.
He pulled back reluctantly.
Leaving the wound open, the blood creating a small trail down her body.
She wouldn't bleed out from the small wound, he wouldn't let her. But he wanted to taste her as he felt her body.
Her head swayed slightly, her mouth open and gasping for air. Her hands still buried in his hair.
He could hear her mental cry for more, and he was more than willing to comply.
He moved down her body, hooking her bra between his teeth and yanking the fabric loose.
Her perfect breasts spilling out into the night.
He created a gentle rain to pour down on her body, the light drops shivering down her body, creating a fine film over her breasts.
He bent his head, rolling his tongue on the pink peak.
Loving the feel of it tight and throbbing in his mouth.
He cradled her breast with his hand as he licked madly. Teeth teasing the peak before pulling sensuously.
Her cries and whimpers barely heard over his pounding heart.
Warm, light rain was dripping onto his back, running down his spine as he moved his attention to her other breast.
His palm rubbing, roughly against the one he had already attended.
He could hardly focus.
The aching tightness straining against his trousers taking his thoughts away.
He needed her.
So damn much.
Just one touch…
He moaned before lifting his head from her breasts.
He sat back on his hunches, flipping her onto his lap as he did so. Her head lulled slightly, as he sucked on her wound, tasting her once more.
She undulated against him in answer, her loud cries echoed through the rainforest.
He nibbled up her throat, tilting her face to his. Using his hands on either side of her face, to stare into her emerald eyes, flashing with passion.
Touch me, Nya…
He wasn't the man he knew as he grasped her hand and pushed it down into his trousers, he was too desperate for her touch.
He could perceive the heat from her hand, long before she touched him, and gritted his teeth tight together.
It was already too much.
Her fingertip flicked over the broad tip of his erection and he growled into the night.
He arched his hips into her touch.
His hand like a vise on her wrist, pushing her deeper, more fully against him.
Her small hand curved around him, each finger tip felt like a blow to his control.
He bucked under her hand seeking more.
Needing more.
Oh god… don't stop...
He groaned deep as she ran her hand up his length before smoothing her thumb over his slick tip.
His head fell back as he struggled for air.
Too caught up in the moment to realize he didn't need any.
So desperate for this. Had waited so long...
More!
He bucked into her palm, until she tighten her grip making he yell out.
He looked into her eyes and saw lust, and determination shining within. She was taking control of his pleasure. He breathed deeply as she pumped her hand upon his length, slow and so tight he wanted to scream.
He was shuddering, twitching with his coming orgasm.
The rain running down his chest a stark contrast to the burning heat of his blood.
He could see her breasts heaving as she touched him, smell her aroused scent and moaned at the realization she was turned on even more by touching him.
He never loosen his grip on her hand as she worked it against him.
He lowered his head, eyes closed as he focused on the touch he never thought he would ever receive.
A gentle touch. A lovers touch.
He growled, primal and deep as she pushed her other hand into his trousers to cup him in her palm.
He ground against her.
His breathing harsh as he moved his hips for her.
He could see the red trail of her blood meandering down her body, now reaching her navel, he was desperate to lean down and lick at it, but feared his body shattering into a millions pieces if he dared move.
Nya!
He growled out as his body gave way to the ultimate pleasure.
He arched his back and opened his eyes, staring up at the tight network of branches above him, as his body shattered within her palm.
Her hands reluctantly moved from his body as she breathed heavily before him on her knees.
He pulled her to his chest closing the wound on her neck.
Feathering kisses along her hair as he inhaled her sweet scent.
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