Hello,

It's been a while. Serving you with the next piece.

It's been difficult to write, and to be honest with you all... I'm not sure if I like it myself... I mean this piece was absolutely spontaneous. I really didn't plan all this to happen. So overall plot is still changing it's course..

Honesly... I know that I'm not good at "one-on-one" descriptions. heh...

Well hopefully enjoy

MS

The night was quiet. The moon caressed lake's surface making it sparkle. A howling of wolves resounded through the forest. The air was humid… the storm clouds were slowly gathering over the combe. But still the moon was the only witness of action that happened by one of the trees.

This wasn't what Nessa expected. Nuada's kiss was fierce, passionate, possessive, as if he tried to suck life out of her. She felt her legs giving in. She has never experienced anything like this before, her all body now seemed to be filled with some sort of electricity. At first she struggled a little trying to push him away, but he didn't intend to let her go.

Gods what am I doing…I shouldn't be here… I shouldn't let him do this, I shouldn't enjoy this

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BUT YOU DO ENJOY THIS! Stop lying to yourself, you were thinking of this, somewhere deep inside you wanted this. You sill want this…

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NO I am NOT! It's just I cannot break free…

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You're not even trying…

Nessa felt her knees tremble even more. It was now or never. If she doesn't free herself now, she'll lose this battle. She balled her fist and with all strength she hoped she had, she punched his abdomen. It seemed to work, he let her go and slightly staggered back. The expected to see his face stretched in anger. To her surprise, it was filled with amusement

"What in the Nine Hells you think you're doing?!" she exclaimed moving away from the tree. In case he tried that again, she would have a room to act.

"Owning you. For that's how you see my part. An owner…" he replied advancing on her slowly

"I see your part?" – Nessa snorted withdrawing slightly – "It's you who wanted me to see you this way. I'm nobody's property. And I'm asking you to stop… doing this."

"Why?" – Nuada cocked his head still decreasing the distance between them – "Do you fear me?.... Or you fear that you might like what I have to offer…"

"I'm not scared of you, and you have nothing that I need…" Nessa frowned still moving backwards. That bastard cornered her like predator sneaks upon his prey. She was locked between lake and rocks at one side and Nuada at the other.

"If you are not scared… then why are you running from me…" – he mocked continuing his walk towards her. He knew that she wasn't in fact afraid of him. She knew he wouldn't harm her as well as he did. She was afraid of what he could do to her mind. And he wanted to do it. He didn't want to be the only one confused in here. Her desire was obvious; he could feel her trembling when he kissed her. And it was not fear either. Her body wished to give in, it was her mind that held her back. She was strong willed indeed. And this made him want her even more. Finally she had no way to run. She stopped and watched him approach. Moonlight exposed his features making him truly beautiful. His pale skin and hair were reflecting the light, making him ethereal, almost divine. As he came closer Nessa felt her throat clench. Her heart fastened with every step of his. She could not deny it anymore, she wanted him It was pure physical and animal instinct. Not possible to hide…. Therefore she had to get out of here, get out of his reach.. otherwise.. she'd simply drown in those golden orbs. And this was something she couldn't allow.

Just calm down, Girl. You can control your instincts. If he invites you to play... join,…and make rules as YOU go…

She took a deep breath, relaxed and folded her arms upon her chest. He stopped merely a foot away from her. She ignored the wave of heat that rushed through her body and met his eyes which seemed to study her thoroughly.

"Well you got me… I have nowhere to run…. In fact" she gave her voice a seductive tone – "I don't think I want to…" her lips curled in a sly smile.

"You don't?" – Nuada queried slightly leaning towards her

"I don't" – she replied doing her best to hold his gaze – "And you know what…. I think that you should be scared of me…" – she reached out her hand and trailed her finger over his chest and abdomen. He grabbed her wrist and abruptly pinned it to the rock that she leaned her back against.

"What are you doing?!" he hissed locating his face an inch from hers

"What do you mean?!" – she asked innocently – "I'm responding to your…. ministrations. I thought it's the game for two… Now you are not disgusted with kissing a human anymore?" with her second hand she attempted to caress his cheek. He pushed it away too. "What's the matter Prince.. You wish to touch me but at the same time you are afraid of my touch?" – she challenged him with her gaze –" I think you should just let me go before you do something, you will regret later. I'm not worth your bed and we both know it…So just let me leave." – she negotiated scanning his face for any reaction. She was almost sure that he would spit out an insulting remark and let her go. Her eyes widened when the grasp on her wrists tightened and he lowered his head and purred to her ear

"I would let you go…if you really wanted it. But you don't. Your eyes are giving you away.. Firestorm. And you're trembling. I do sense fear. You fear your feelings, you deny what's obvious…. But, I'm a man of principals…" he lowered his head even more so that his lips slightly touch her ear – "If you ask me now to let you go… I will. All you need to do is…..ask."

Nessa was half conscious. He was doing something evil to her. If it hadn't been for the rock wall, she'd probably drop down to her knees. She felt drunk, half awake and totally incapable of reasonable thinking. His breath on her neck and his lips on her ear made all rest of her body to yearn for his touch. How could this be that he disarmed her so quickly? She felt totally defenseless. She tired to speak, but she just couldn't make a sound.

Nuada's lips curled as he felt her muscles going limp. He knew how she felt right now and he enjoyed her inner fight. He inhaled the smell of her hair. The scent reminded him of freshly mown grass, it was intoxicating. He heard her breathing become harder. He withdrew to see her face and queried:

"What's your decision then…Nessa?"

She freed her arms from his grasp and reached for his face. She studied it for a moment and whispered:

"We're both going to regret it….but I have no strength to control this storm anymore" she drew his face closer and kissed him. Her kiss was not passionate, rather cautious, as if she was still hoping he would let her leave. But he wouldn't. It has been decided. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her back again slamming her into the stone wall. She could not resist such force any longer although her mind yelled at her to stop. But when she felt his hands start to wander down her body, she felt she just didn't care about being reasonable and reserved anymore. She has already broken every single rule she might have believed in. This one wouldn't make much difference. She flung her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. Nuada sensed the change in her which made him desire her even more. With one firm move he ripped her tunic revealing her breasts and abdomen to his view. He trailed his pale finger over a thick scar that went across her breast.

"How old are you?" he queried leaning back to catch her eyes

"Almost 21" she smirked at his puzzled expression

"How did you become so scarred? So early.." he investigated further

"The same way you did…" she replied fixing her eyes upon the scar on his face – "When you play with sharp objects you simply cut yourself from time to time…Guess low cut dresses are no good for me… but I think I can live with that…"

Nuada looked down on her face, enlightened by the moon. Once again he studied her features. Looks could be so deceiving. She had a face of a young girl and body of experienced warrior, marked with grim souvenirs received in many 'battles". She had also some sort of wisdom and sensitivity that was very uncommon for humans her age. He sensed that they were both wretched, both damaged by their worlds. This uniqueness probably was her weapon that she used against him that proficiently. He felt like a moth attracted to the fire. He knew that it would kill him. Kill Nuada he used to be. But tonight he didn't care.

With a growl he lifted her up and forced her legs around his hips. He felt her tremble under his touch. He suckled on her neck, inhaling her scent. He planted gentle kisses down her neck, collarbone and moved his lips towards her breasts.

"Are…. Are you sure you know what you're doing?' Nessa gasped hardly controlling her voice

"No." – he replied - "And you?" he queried sending her one of his roguish smiles

"No…" –she moaned when he licked her earlobe – "Not at all… But whatever you are doing…its evil." She purred trying to catch her breath

"I know…I always claimed to be honorable….But I never claimed to be good." he chuckled to her chest –" In fact little you know about my evil nature. And it's just an introduction to what I intend to show you…" He buried his face in her chest now giving full attention to her breasts. A silent moan escaped Nessa's lips. Now she was sure she lost this battle. His touch, his actions just made her lose herself in the sea of pleasure. She didn't recall anything close to desire she was feeling right now. It felt as if someone gave air to smoldering wood. Now nothing could put out a fire that was burning inside of her. She whimpered and tilted her head back while his tongue curled lazily across her throat up to earlobe. He smirked to himself sensing a small amount of defiance in her body. She was the challenge he was waiting for so long. He wasn't used to being defied. On the contrary, he didn't have much trouble with claiming any elven of human female. Women fell for him easily, he had position, appearance and skills that made women fight for his attention. But not this one. At least not entirely.

Nessa was consumed by inner fire. His hands roaming over her body sent electric impulses up and down her spine. She had to admit that he was very skilled in handling woman's body. Nobody has ever touched her like this before. His hands were dominant and possessive on the one hand, and delicate and caring on the other. There was one thing he didn't manage to hide from her. He longed for woman's warmth. She could feel it when his hand roamed so feverishly all over her, when his mouth tried to devour every inch of her neck and chest. This was her advantage over him. Her last string of self control made her muscles tense, and she decided to try to break free once more.

Nuada sensed the change immediately. With a manly growl he mashed his hips into hers, bringing his black lips down to her ear

"Do not try to defy me, Firestorm…." he purred making another wave of heat run through Nessa's body – "Your self control is impressive. But we both know what you want. Your body says it all." His hand traveled down her side to thumb hardened nipple "Now allow me to prove my point" he whispered withdrawing enough for her to stand on her feet. Then within a flash he grabbed her forearm and with one quick move he flung her onto grass. He didn't give her time to react, in an instant he was on her, again locking her lips against his in a possessive kiss. Without breaking a kiss he shoved off her trousers. His followed right after. Now his hands caressed her belly and inner thighs making her tremble uncontrollably. She hated herself for her thoughts, she hated herself for not being able to stop him. There was only one line of defense, and this was the proper time to use it.

"My turn…" she murmured pressing her hand against his chest, giving him signal to lay down

"You do not intend to engage me into a foot race, do you Firestorm.?" his lips corner twitched as he slightly leaned towards her face

"Noooo" – she denied making him lay down on his back – "I just want to….return your….kindness towards me.." she murmured now climbing on a top of him.

Now he could admire her features with storm clouds as a background. A lightning flashed adding some primal wilderness to her image. For a moment she reminded him of dryads which he loved to watch when he was younger. These were beautiful and deadly dangerous creatures. Coming to their domain uninvited usually ended bad. It didn't matter to them if you were a fey or a human. Their land…. their home was sacred. Every intruder had to pay the highest price for disturbing their peace. But still keeping away from them was even more difficult. Their magic, their beauty was worth every risk. Life without risk was tasteless, and he promised himself to die alive. He opened his eyes to capture her gaze. It was filled with hesitation and guilt.

"I'm… I'm sorry" –she muttered half to herself – "I cannot do this. I'm scared…." – she started escaping his eyes – "It's just too much. You're asking too much of me" – she blurted out and rolled off him. She reached for her trousers with her eyes fixed on his face. Another lightning flashed now followed by the sound of a thunder. He grabbed her wrist as she was trying to get up.

"I'm not the one to be played' – he growled tightening his grasp – "If this is one of your games, you've chosen extremely bad timing…" he finished pulling her towards him

"This is not a game" – she exclaimed struggling to free her wrist – "This is life. If…. If.. if we continued…. I don't want to know what would happen" – she snarled finally freeing her wrist

"I know you want me" – he hissed reaching for his trousers – "no denying it doesn't make you any better."

"I'm not denying it." – she whispered – "I do want you. I want you too much. That's why…. I had to stop. I had to stop before we kill each other. Because we would. You know this as well as I do. We cannot allow this weakness. And i'm....asking you to let me leave" – she turned her back on him-

Nuada's fists clenched as he watched her walk away quickly, almost running. She may have won this one battle, but not the war. He took a few deep breaths to calm down. Anger is the worst counselor. He stood in now pouring rain, allowing the water to cool his senses.

So you dare to defy me my little Firestorm…. So be it…Challenge accepted.