Note: This is a fanfiction based off of a story under the same title that I am editing and working on turning into a book that will be available on Kindle for awhile before it is turned into a paperback once enough interest in it becomes available. The names have been changed to fit the story. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners, or with the character The Undertaker

Chapter Four

The way he spoke to her caused every fiber of her being to tense up and almost lock on the spot from a surge of unadulterated desire deep in her essence. There were no other words that could fully describe what her body was experiencing at that moment in time.

Emily struggled for control of her body and emotions as she started up the stairs that led to the loft she used to play in all the time as a child when her grandmother would be feeding and tending to the horses downstairs. Now…it was a place where she would be all alone with the very man that had been on her thoughts since having first seen him outside.

I have no reason to worry or be concerned about coming up here with him. Mark seems to be good enough to trust, and believe that he will not try to do anything with me.

Deep down, Emily knew that everything in her thoughts was just her attempt to try and not think about what her body was wanting at the moment. She wanted to remain, calm, polite, poised, and friendly around him while her body was craving to feel his hands roaming over her curves, the sensation of his lips crashing down against hers in a passion filled kiss, and having his way with her right there in the privacy of the barn's loft.

I can do this…I think.

Emily took a few more steps before she found herself to be standing on the hay covered floor of the loft. She looked around the area from where her body remained before her eyes locked in on a particular wooden post near.

I wonder if it is still on their.

She made her way over to one of the beams that supported the roof and kept it from falling down on Mark, the horses below, and herself. One of her hands brushed some dust and old cobwebs from it, cleaning a section on it.

Coming into sight, the letters, 'EW' , were noticeable despite showing signs of having aged over the passing years since they had been carved there, and several cracks forming in the tops and bottoms of the letters.

A smile danced across her face after having found her mark to be there still despite having not been there in a long time. She glanced over towards the stairs, and found Mark to be smiling at her from catching sight of the smile on her angelic face shortly before she found him to be speaking up with his deep voice.

"Looking to see if the initials of your boyfriend and your names to be there still?" Mark asked, lightly chuckling in his curious tone.

The question he proposed to her caused her to quickly shake her head, and reply back to him with no hesitation in her voice.

"N-No, Mark." She answered. Her voice had a slightly shaky sound to it due to her being caught off guard with his question to her. "I was checking to make sure that my initials were still there."

"You don't have some boyfriend's initials there underneath yours…or at least a friend from your childhood?"

"I am afraid not. I didn't have a boyfriend when I carved this into the wood the last time I was here as a child…and I don't have one at the moment either."

The news that Belle's guest was not attached to anyone at that time warmed his heart, and caused the flames to build higher and more intense inside of him.

This is wonderful news indeed, Mark. His lusts deep inside of him whispered with each word dripping with pure sensuality. Not only is she alone up here in the loft with you…but she is not involved with anyone at the moment in a relationship.

Mark noticed how his battle with the very emotions that were feeding his desires to have her all to himself had started to wane, and cause his willpower against the temptations racing away at it to start to ease up a bit, and lower down its guard, slowly.

She is free as a bird, and so are you…Take her, Mark.

He struggled to keep control on his body as his mouth released a gasp of air from its confines before managing to speak up to her.

"Well," Mark said, "what I usually do up here is go over to the far side over there by the wall where the hay bales are stacked up in several piles, and toss a few down through an opening that leads down to the ground floor so that way in the morning I don't have to come back up here." His voice trembled the words out of his mouth to a small degree despite trying to remain calm and collected in front of her.

"Okay." Nodding her head to him, Emily glanced over to where the bales were nestled before she started over towards them while speaking up at the same time to him. "I will go ahead then, and toss some down the opening then."

He couldn't control his wandering eyes moving down her back to where her tight, round ass was nestled in the pair of pants that she had on at the moment.

She certainly does have a wonderful ass in those jeans of hers.

A faint smirk danced across his face from the visual of Emily's plump butt moving side to side in the pants she had on. The other girls that he had been around were nowhere near as attractive as her, and none of them had a rump as thick as hers.

That ass would feel so good in the palm of my-

Before he could complete the thought he was having, his eyes caught sight of where the opening was in the floor for the hay to be tossed through, and how Emily was moving right towards it, oblivious to the danger she was putting herself in.

He wasted little time rushing across the loft to get to her body before she took another step, and wrapped his right arm around her waist. Quickly, Mark pulled Emily back towards him, and had the backside of her body pressing against the front of his strong, muscular frame before she had the chance to fall down through the hole, and land on the first floor of the barn with enough force that she would hurt herself, severely.

"That was a close one there, Emily." Mark said, softly. His deep voice had lowered to a whisper but the concern he had for her made it sound much louder than it really was. "You need to be careful in this place, sweetheart. Even though you wouldn't have died from a fall like that…Your body would have suffered a really bad injury. Also…I would hate for something bad to happen to such a sweet young woman like you."

He shifted his focus from the hole close by to her in time to witness Emily turning herself around to face him, and looking upon his intense emerald green eyes that now shifted their focus on her. Standing in front of Belle's grand-daughter, Mark couldn't think of a sight anymore beautiful or one that he would rather be gazing at then that of what was in front of him at that second.