Through the haze lingering behind my shut eyes I could feel the smooth, cool touch of a pillow beneath my head. I shivered, nestling my face into it and scrunching my eyes tightly shut to drown out the ever present nip of the cold air blanketing my skin. At my shiver, I felt a warmth surround me and snuggled to get closer to it. I felt my head hit something warm and broad as I shimmied closer to the origin of the warmth, never opening my eyes. I sighed, memories of the day before beginning to reenter my mind.

I gasped, my eyes flying open as my conscious mind regained control and I remembered the events of the previous day.

Kevin and the shower incident.
Running to Aleron for comfort.
The drug in the tea.
Becoming a kidnap victim of Aleron.
Being tied to the wall of a dark room as if in some twisted SM fantasy.
Kevin bursting in to my aide as the aphrodisiac took affect.
Losing control and begging Kevin to…

I stopped that thought dead. What exactly had happened after I was swept into Kevin's arms yesterday? I blinked, realizing the warmth I'd been clinging to was actually Kevin's broad chest. His eyes were closed so I assumed he was still asleep as I quietly removed his arm from across my torso and crept out of the bed. I shrieked as I realized I wasn't wearing anything, grabbing the blanket that had been covering Kevin only to find that he too was seriously underdressed, so to speak.

So much for escaping quietly, I cursed under my breath as my face turned probably the brightest red you've ever seen. Kevin grumbled as he rubbed his eyes, my shriek of surprise waking him and thereby preventing my escape from this awkward situation.

"Going somewhere Gwen?" he asked sarcastically with his trademark grin.

At this point my face was probably the matching color to my hair as Kevin rose from the bed, stretching and reminding me of the point I was desperately trying to forget; we were both seriously underdressed.

Unable to say a word, even to remind him that my name was Gwendolyn, I bolted through the nearest doorframe, still wrapped in the blanket for coverage. I was surprised to find, however, that said doorframe did not lead to the hall as I thought it would but instead to another set of rooms connected to the first. In fact, I'd say Kevin's room was even larger than Aleron's had been. I slowed my run to a brisk walk as I made my way through the set of rooms trying to find the door that led to either the hall or my clothes, which had not been near the bed I had awoken on. After a few minutes of searching to no avail I froze where I stood, unwanted memories flying through my head and threatening to take over.

"What's the matter Gwen?" Kevin asked snidely rather than with concern. "Feeling tired?"

He chuckled, walking towards me now clothed in black boxers. I turned away so my back was facing him, unable to look at him for fear of the events of last night coming to mind in full detail. I felt his breath on my neck as he walked up behind me, his face dangerously close to the back of my neck. A familiar yet unwanted heat spread through my body as I let out a small gasp at the presence of his breath so close to my skin. I scrunched my eyes closed once again, praying to wake up in my own bed, hoping that this was all just a sick dream. But his breath continued as his hands grabbed my arms from behind me, tracing circles close to my shoulders with his fingers.

"It's no wonder you're tired after last night." He breathed into my ear and down my neck, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "You were so aggressive last night, calling out in that heated voice."

I flinched away from his words as he continued, yet this only made him pull me closer as he went through the details of the night before. I could feel his body heat seeping into my back as I struggled to get away, all the while him holding me effortlessly in place. As he spoke I recollected every breath, every word, and every move that had occurred between us.

The heated gasps.
The soft caressing, yet the rough kisses.
The thrill as we continued early into the morning.
Kevin's dominance as he explored everything, leaving no position inexperienced.
The deep connection that only we had shared that night, both physically and emotionally.
And the waves of pleasure from every move, word and touch that passed between us.

I shivered at the thought of it, of us last night, my cheeks becoming hotter with every word until I felt I was ready to combust at any moment. The only thing separating me from his warm skin on mine was the thin blanket that I still had wrapped around myself, through which I could feel every chiseled feature of his body pressed against my own, adding to the growing fire within. My heart accelerated as all of my desires pilled together within me, urging me to take action, while my sense and hatred of Kevin (which I could feel slipping away with every moment he was holding me in his embrace) fought to remain in control and prevent such a thing from reoccurring.

The circles he was tracing on my arms felt like feathers as he began tracing them across the nape of my neck with his mouth as well. I stood there, frozen and unable to resist yet not fully able to give in to his advances at the same time. The feelings from that heated night with Kevin washed over me with every touch, as if a wave slowly erasing my doubts like footprints in the sand. After a few moments, I slowly began to turn to face him, unable to resist the unquenchable thirst that was rising within my body. I locked eyes with him for only a moment, recognizing his know-it-all gaze and lust-filled smirk before he continued with my neck, me tilting my head to welcome it as I ran my hands through his shaggy black hair.

"Sire…" a strange voice interrupted us, as I pulled away finally realizing what I had been about to give in to. "The meeting for the…"

Kevin raised a hand angrily, clearly frustrated by the interruption that had caused me to return to my senses, and the man ceased speaking.

"I get it; I'll be there in a minute." He huffed angrily, glaring at the man standing before him.

Then something clicked in my mind, superseding all of the distractions and confusion that had been clouding me. "What did he mean by 'sire'" I asked confusedly to Kevin, who merely worsened the glare he had been directing towards the man in response to my question.

Kevin chuckled deviously, never averting his glare from the man standing before us. "It means…" he trailed off with a smug, superior smirk. "That you'll find out when I return from this meeting. So stay here like a good little girl while I'm gone. And just to be sure you do, I'm locking the door and posting guards at the exits." Without a motion from Kevin to indicate he should have taken action on this declaration, the man nodded and exited the room silently, directing the guards of Kevin's orders once out of sight.