Chapter 12
It was dark when Celeste opened her eyes. She looked around the room, trying to identify something that looked familiar, but all she could see were shadows. As she sat up in bed, her memory returned and reminded her where she was. Not that she really knew where she was outside of, in a cabin, in the middle of nowhere, with a man she barely knew. But despite all the unknowns, she felt safe.
There was a light tap on the door and then a comforting voice. "Celeste? Are you awake?"
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine having all the answers. It wouldn't be long now. "Yes, come in. Is it time to talk?"
The door opened slightly and he walked in with a grin. "Did you have a nice nap?"
She let out a little laugh, "Yes, I did. I can't remember the last time I slept so soundly."
"Oh good, because now it's time to work." He raised one eyebrow to her and sat next to her on the bed.
"Work? You didn't say anything about needing to work?"
"You didn't think this was a free ride did you?" He sounded serious, it was time to get down to business.
"Of course not. I appreciate everything you have done to help me." She was looking in his eyes and she swore they had a sparkle in them. How beautiful he looked in the candle light. "What do you need me to do?"
"Only everything I tell you to do." A little chuckle left her lips as she recognized the flirtation in his voice.
He moved in closer and slid his hand behind her head. He let her silky hair wrap around his fingers as a quick smile crossed his face. He looked into her eyes, deeper than she could imagine, as if he could see through a keyhole and reveal her secrets. He guided her lips to his and held her in a long kiss.
Her heart started racing. She had been kissed before, but it had never felt like this. What was this special bond that these two misfits shared? She began to kiss him back. Each movement tender and gentle and like nothing she had ever felt. His lips slid smoothly to her neck and then back, but this time with more force. Each time their lips touched there was less time in between to breath, and each kiss was harder than the last. She gasped for breath, suddenly feeling lost and confused.
He had her completely wrapped in his arms now, as he loosened his embrace and put his hands on the sides of her face. "Make love to me." He demanded in a voice deeper than usual.
The tender look in his eye suddenly changed to a dangerous glare, as if daring her to refuse. A look she had seen before. Her hands started to shake as she tried to back out of his reach. He grabbed at the neckline of her shirt and ripped it off her shoulders, letting it fall to her waist then bringing his open mouth to her shoulder as if to take a bite. "No, Stop!" Her voice shook even though she tried to make it sound demanding.
"Stop?" He let out an evil laugh at the request. "Why would I stop? I haven't even started yet."
Her hands were pushing him away, but he easily gathered both wrists in one of his mighty hands and held them over her head, pinned against the headboard. "Why are you doing this?" Tears started to streak down her face.
MacLeod reached down to the floor while still suspending her arms above her head with his other hand. When his hand came back into her view he was holding a sword. "Because, it's time you learned how to play the game." He growled angrily and plunged the sword through her core.