Chapter 22

Which at that point, emotion did flicker in his eyes. Several, all conflicting until lust dominated. Taker caught her thumb gently between his lips, drawing it into his mouth and grazed his teeth over the pad of her thumb. Taking her hand from his face, Taker moved it to his bare chest, inclining his head to gently press his lips against hers.

All rational thought flew out of her mind as Geneva kissed him back softly, her hand pressing against his bare chest, right over his heart, which pounded against her palm. Her lips were soft and glided over them smoothly, pressing her hand further against his chest as her nails dug gently into his skin. She knew she should pull away because they hadn't their talk yet, but she simply couldn't.

After several seconds, Taker tested the waters by coaxing her lips open, massaging her tongue with his. He groaned softly, feeling her nails in his flesh and wrapped his massive arms around her, gently pulling Geneva to straddle his lap. He didn't hold on tightly, giving her the option of refusing him if she wanted to, though the way he kissed her left her with no doubt of what he wanted.

Geneva moaned softly when his tongue touched hers, feeling a spark ignite inside of her and it quickly exploded into a forest fire that rushed throughout her body. She ran her hands up his chest to wrap around his neck, pressing herself against him as she deepened the kiss. Geneva wanted him, there was no doubt in her mind, and she would deal with the consequences later on. Right now though, it was just Taker and her in front of a bonfire on a starry night with his lips currently stirring her body into a frenzy.

Taker lay back slowly on the blanket, pulling her with him so she sprawled on top of him. He ran his hands down her back, cupping her backside and pulled her tight against him. Rocking his hips against hers so she would know what she was doing to him, Taker couldn't hold back any longer, his desire peaked.

"I want you." He all but hissed, pulling his lips from hers with great difficulty, stormy green eyes meeting hers.

Geneva breathed heavily as she ran her fingertips over his red lips, hers slightly swollen, and nodded with no hesitation in her eyes or voice. "I want you too, Mark." She murmured in reply and kissed him back, running her fingers up to his hair, gripping it between them, the kiss growing hotter and more demanding.

Breaking the tantalizing kiss, Geneva sat up to remove her tank top, wearing a lacy black bra underneath. Soft hands ran her up and down his bare muscular chest, moaning softly at just the feel of him. She wasn't thinking right now, just going on pure instinct.

Taker growled hungrily, grabbing hold of her by the waist and rolling so he hovered over her, nudging her legs apart gently so he could lie in between them. Taker trailed his kisses down her chin, to her throat, nipping her shoulder blade as his hands skimmed her curvaceous sides. It'd been two long years since he felt this beautiful woman and Taker wanted to relish every second of this dance.

"You're beautiful." He murmured against her warm skin.

"Mmm Mark..." She moaned out softly, fingers never leaving his black tresses, her heart pounding furiously as he traveled further, leaving a trail of fire with his kisses as he made a path down her neck to her chest.

Geneva felt him reach behind and unsnap her bra, pulling it off of her, revealing her bare breasts to his view as she licked her dry lips up at him. She was hungry for him and could see he felt the exact same way for her, which made her body flush with desire for him. Honestly, Geneva didn't think Taker felt anything for her besides friendship after what happened between them…after she walked away.

The firelight danced in his green eyes as they swept her body. Taker pulled himself into a kneeling position, his hands moving to the waistband of her pajama bottoms. He deftly pulled them off of her, tossing them aside before leaning back to peruse her body, a low rumble of approval coming from deep within his chest.

"Beautiful." He whispered again, bending down to draw a nipple into his mouth, his black hair falling on either side of his face.

The heat from the fire and his mouth was almost too much for Geneva to take as she closed her eyes, arching her body into him, her nipples instantly becoming erect from the amount of passion coursing through her body. She moaned softly, reaching down between them and unsnapped the button of his jeans, slowly pushing them down with her feet, running her hands up his sides to his arms and back into his hair. Everything about this man entranced her and Geneva wanted this moment frozen in time.

Her removing his jeans only increased his temperature, his blood had officially reached the boiling point. Taker grazed his fingers down her smooth lean stomach, lightly brushing them against her core, sighing with pleasure at how wet she was. He slid one long finger into her, groaning at the heat and knew if he didn't have her soon he would quite literally explode.

Crying out softly when she felt his finger slide inside of her, Geneva became wetter, her breathing becoming ragged. "Mark..." She breathed out, staring up into his now deep forest green eyes, cupping the back of his neck with her hand, pressing her forehead against his. "Please...end it...end the burning..." She pleaded, kissing him passionately, swiping her tongue over his sweet lips, and arched her hips when he slid his finger out before sliding it back in, this time adding a second one. "Oh Christ!"

"I'll end the burning, darlin'." He promised, his lips caressing hers. Taker reluctantly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, slowly licking them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. "Mmm..." He moaned huskily, nostrils flaring as he took in her delicious musky scent. Positioning himself between her open thighs, the head of his cock brushed against her quivering sex. "This is it, Neva." He said, gritting his teeth, giving her one last chance to turn back.

"Please...oh please..." She cried out, the sheer intensity of the anticipation almost enough to drive her over the edge alone. Geneva felt his tip brush against her and moaned out, arching her hips against him, letting him know she wanted this. She wanted him, craved him. "Mark, I need you..." She locked eyes with him, her ocean blue eyes nothing more than dark midnight pools that glittered in the firelight. Running her hands down his chest since he was right on top of her, her heart beat a furious tattoo in her chest and Geneva knew he could feel and hear it.

Indeed he could, bending down to kiss her right over her heart. "Mine." He rumbled in a deep voice, just like he had back in 1997, before sliding into her warm inviting depths.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, letting out a sound halfway between a moan and a snarl at how incredible she felt. Apparently she hadn't been with many men besides him, or none at all, both thoughts forcing a smirk to curve his lips. Truthfully, Taker hadn't been with any other woman since 1997, though people would never believe it. So he let them talk about all of his rendezvous with ring rats, knowing the truth. His head snapped forward the same time he began rocking his hips, capturing her lips in his, kissing her with frightening intensity.

Geneva was in heaven as she felt his large body against her, closing her eyes and ran her hand up his back with her nails, digging them in his hair as she lulled her head to the side. His lips lit her neck on fire as she cried out his name repeatedly, not caring who heard them at this point. She planted her feet on the blanket, bending her knees as he drove deeper inside of her, both of their bodies molding together as one.

"Oh yes Mark, harder please!" She practically begged, needing him to pound her into complete oblivion, the feeling inside of her overwhelming all of her senses and train of thought.

It was him and only him, nobody else mattered at the moment.

His incredible self-restraint was rapidly fading as Geneva urged him to take her. Taker let go of the control and slammed his hips against hers, driving his throbbing cock deeper and harder into her, wrapping one arm around her back to pull her against him. He latched onto the flesh between her throat and shoulder, kissing, sucking, biting. His free hand ravaged her delectable body as he worked them even closer to the edge, his own breaths coming in ragged pants.

Geneva could feel her release building as he hit her sweet spot repeatedly, her body creeping closer and closer to the edge with every thrust he produced in her receptive body. She pulled his head up to meet her eyes before kissing him, their tongues dueling powerfully. His thrusts came fast, hard and deep, not believing he could go any deeper as Geneva finally wrapped her legs around his waist, surrendering to him completely.

No force in heaven or hell, nor anywhere in between, could have stopped him. Taker was a man possessed with only one thought and that was to make her his in every way. It wouldn't be for just two measly weeks this time either, Geneva belonged to him for the rest of eternity. His entire body began to tremble as he struggled not to erupt just yet, wanting to feel her shattered against him first.

"Cum for me, Neva." He demanded through gritted teeth, a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his face. "Cum for me, darlin'."

Geneva wanted to, she wanted to so bad she could taste it.

The combination of the fire, his strength and power, and the fact that Taker pounded into her at this rapid speed, was too much for Geneva. She shrieked out his name as she shattered, just like he wanted, her walls expanding before wrapping his hardened shaft in a warm wet cocoon. Her body arched to the point where the top of her head was pressed against the blanket, nearly doing a bridge, digging her nails in his forearms as her entire body shuttered from how intense the orgasm that tore through her.

Feeling her body's intense mind-blowing reaction was enough to push him over that delicate edge. "Geneva..." Taker growled, his entire body going rigid for just a moment, copious amounts of cum splashing against her inner walls as he came, snapping his hips, drawing out the pleasure. "Neva." He whispered raggedly, his head resting against her chest as his body shuddered almost against his will.

When he released, that triggered a second orgasm to tear through her, causing Geneva to tense as she cried out his name again, not having the strength to scream anymore. Collapsing back on the blanket, Geneva felt his head rest against her rapidly rising and falling chest. Sweat coated their bodies as she blinked, trying to slow her heart rate and pulse down, but it wasn't working.

That was the most intense sexual experience she'd ever had in her life and Geneva hoped she would live through it because, right now, she could barely breathe. She stared up at the stars, knowing if she didn't focus on it so much, her breathing would calm down along with her heart rate and pulse. It took what was left of his remaining strength to roll off of her, struggling to not collapse on top of her.

Taker lay beside her on the blanket, not minding the light breeze that fanned his raging body. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, steadying his heart rate almost immediately. Rolling onto his side, Taker stared at her and reached out to trace the curve of her breast. Geneva felt his finger and simply smiled, not believing what just happened, though in all honesty she wasn't surprised.

It was bound to happen eventually, especially with all the sweet things he said to her and how much she loved him. Geneva knew they'd reached a point of no return, there was no going back from this. Taker just lay there watching her, gradually beginning to feel colder as the fire burned down and the wind picked up.

"Come on, darlin'." He murmured, getting to his feet and bending down to scoop her up, cradling her against his chest.

Taker carried her inside and up to his bedroom, obviously she didn't need hers any longer. He lay her down on the bed, kissing her forehead. She smiled back at him, her chestnut curls tousled all over the place and laid back against the pillow, not minding being naked in his bed, in his presence.

He made her feel beautiful and wanted as he joined her, immediately resting her head on his chest, running her finger up and down the length of his scar on his stomach, closing her eyes. Geneva wouldn't think about it, not right now. This moment wouldn't last forever and she wanted to savor it, having missed him deeply the past two years.

"Thank you." She whispered out finally, sighing as he ran his fingers through her curls, closing her eyes. He was so soothing and she loved the sound of his heartbeat against her ear.

"You're very welcome." Taker rumbled, laughing softly and wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes. "That was the best bonfire I've ever had, darlin'." He said, chuckling when she snorted. "You're the best I ever had." He whispered, brushing her hair out of her face so he could see her beautiful blue eyes.

"I can say the same for you, Mark." She replied softly, kissing his lips softly, staring into his eyes lovingly. "I missed you."

Taker nodded, running a finger down her cheek and could see all the emotions swirling in her eyes. "I missed you too, Neva. I never forgot about you, darlin'. You're pretty unforgettable." He hated bringing this up after their lovemaking, but Taker couldn't ignore the fact she wanted to talk to him about something earlier. "What did you want to say to me earlier, Neva?"

Now wasn't the time to say it, even though it felt like the right time, but Geneva had to know his true feelings first. "That was all, that I missed you and I'm glad you didn't forget about me." She kissed him again, hoping he bought that little white lie. "And I agree about the bonfire too." She giggled before snuggling against his chest again, wrapping her arm around his stomach, letting out a content sigh.

Deciding not to push her about the subject tonight, Taker pulled the heavy down blanket over them, snuggling her against him, not minding her weight on him. If anything it was oddly comforting, it made him feel human. However strange that was. It reminded him of how she made him feel back in 1997, already knowing Geneva would change him.

"Get some sleep darlin'." He whispered soothingly. "We're about to have some busy days ahead of us, you'll need all the rest you can get."

"Good night, Mark." She murmured softly, slowly closing her eyes, the session they'd had together completely wearing her out.

Deep down, Geneva knew he was right and what he meant by that statement, knowing hell awaited them when they arrived back in the WWF. She wasn't with him, it's not like they were a couple or anything, right? Geneva honestly didn't know, deciding she'd let Taker make that decision. If he wanted it to just be sex, then that's what it would be, just like two years ago. She had a feeling that's all he wanted from her anyway and, even though it broke her heart and bothered her more than words could say, Geneva would never admit it, sleep consuming her body.