Sara removed the tip of her finger from her mouth and sat back, her mouth slightly open as Kiel stood up slowly and languidly, standing for a moment. Her eyes travelled up over his long, well muscled legs and lingered for a long moment over the stiff, hard bulge in his jeans. A soft sigh of appreciation at the sight of the sizeable bulge escaped her lips and she moved her eyes up over his flat belly. She pulled her lip in between her teeth again as her eyes travelled up over his chest and finally reached his face, with those smoky, teasing unreadable eyes. His gaze was measured and she could see the assessment there but there was also no denying the fire of lust in his eyes. He was staring at her with a look that held dangerous promise and she wondered for a second if she had just bitten off more than she could chew.
What was he? Whatever else he was he was sex on a stick but the intensity of his expression made her suddenly aware that he was also an unknown entity. She was playing with fire and she felt her body tighten with lust at the realisation that for the first time in a long, long time she had encountered a man who was easily her match, and definitely someone who was going to give as good as he got.
Her eyes gleamed with excitement and sexual heat as she met his glance, making clear her intention to meet and match the challenge she read there. He touched the table with one long finger as he stood, trailing the tip of it along the grains of the painted wood as he walked slowly and deliberately around the table towards her, making sure he nudged it now again so that the denim made a soft brushing noise to emphasise the smaller and smaller gap between them as he moved around to her.
Finally, his finger met her arm as it rested on the table and his fingertip continued its tickling, flirtatious dance up her skin towards her shoulder. She felt the skin of her arm form into goosebumps as his first touch sent a jolt of sexual tension searing along her nerves to her groin, making her expel the breath she had been unconsciously holding. She turned her head, her gaze pointing downwards and to the right as she tried to keep him in her peripheral vision as he moved behind her, but she felt more than saw the movement of his body coming in behind her now and a soft, breathy sigh of pure lust escaped her lips as he moved in behind her and she felt the rock hard thrust of his erection pressing in between her shoulder blades for a moment.
He scooped her hair up in one smooth movement, twisting it around his wrist and pulling it tight as he swivelled her head around sharply, twisting her around so she was sitting sideways on the chair and leaving her head pinned in a flexed position, forcing her to look up at those dangerous, unreadable eyes. Her mouth fell open and she gave a sighing moan as she saw his face moving slowly down towards her, his gaze never leaving hers until his mouth finally touched her skin and she closed her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his expression and the heat of his lips at the same time. His breath carved a maddening path along her throat, trailing along the line of her jaw and travelling down her neck, following the rapid butterfly pulse of her racing heart and mingling with the painful, yet pleasurable, pull of his fingers in her hair.
His mouth was driving her crazy, his tongue licking and kissing her skin and she cried out as he suddenly bit the spot she had been kissing. He pulled her hair harder, twisting her head to make her look at him as he sank his teeth into her skin. She could hear, but couldn't see, the soft sighs of passion in the restaurant behind her and the sound confused her for a second as she sat trapped, mesmerised by his eyes as he stared her down, smoky with triumph as he controlled her body completely, the twist he was placing on her neck was keeping her flexed and immobile, as he leaned in behind her, making it impossible to reach him with her hands.
Her eyes slid past his gaze and took in the scene outside the window and widened as she saw that the two men who had been fighting before were now locked in a passionate embrace, one man running his hand over the now naked chest of the man on top of him. His girlfriend sat at the entrance to the flower shop with her jeans open, her hand sliding down inside them to touch herself as she watched the two men rolling around on the street, trying to tear each other's clothes off.
What the hell was going on? She could feel her own lust raging like a bushfire, and her gut feeling was that it was the mesmerising, intimidating stranger that was really setting her on fire and not just from his closeness. Her wide eyes flicked to his triumphant ones and she realised that he was the cause. He had thrown a petrol bomb of lust on the small fire she had created and the whole street had erupted in ecstasy.
She narrowed her eyes slightly at Kiel, realising that it was becoming imperative that she find out who he actually was.
He had her neatly pinned, like a moth on a pin board at the moment, but she was a succubus and a stubborn one at that. She locked eyes with him, writhing and making abortive attempts to reach him, whimpering now and then as if she was unhappy with this imprisonment of her, when in actual fact, she was finding it incredibly exciting. However, for now, she needed to give him the impression that she was struggling to escape, when in reality, she was taking the opportunity to slip into his mind and gently slide into the river of his thoughts, floating imperceptivity along the pathways to try and find out more about him.
His mind was strong. This was the strongest mind she had ever encountered and she knew, without even trying that she would never be using him as a quick snack. That would make her task a little harder as usually she was able to share the memories of the person she was feeding off. She couldn't read his memories, but she could feel his emotions and she was picking up his love of chaos, his arrogance, his contempt of lesser species but most importantly, a deep, dark vein of anger and loathing; a deep burning hatred towards.. angels!
He was an angel! She felt her eyes widen as the shock of her realisation registered on her face and quickly she tried to hide her reaction from him. Yep, she was in deep trouble. Here she was, pinned in the grip of a rock star of the immortal world, a rock star with a deep and abiding love of anarchy and chaos who, she had absolutely no doubt at all, was about to fuck her. There was no denying it. Things had just become decidedly interesting.
Her first real priority however, was to free herself and with her realisation came the answer to her immediate release.
As he held her pinned, grinning at her with such smug triumph, she half closed her eyes and focussed on his strongest emotion. Right at the moment, lust was a pretty strong contender but she could feel that it wasn't his most driving force usually. His feelings ran much more deeply and were laced and overlaid with pain, anger, betrayal and frustration. Frustration at feeling bound himself, resentment at his own inability to be who he wanted to be and hence his desire for chaos and the freedom of anarchy. She could feel too, underneath all of the darkness, the silver bright vein of compassion and kindness of the being he used to be. As much as he tried to suppress it with darkness, the lightness of his being still existed in the deep concealing mud of the river of his hatred.
What have they done to you to bring you to turn you from that bright, compassionate being to this creature of darkness, angel? , she asked herself as she focussed on dropping a fantasy into his mind.
In less complicated creatures she would have used a sexual fantasy to stimulate the emotions she wanted to bring forth, but in Kiel it wouldn't be sex that would make him react. Instead, she fed him the imagery of himself, breaking free of his chains and rising up above all as ribbons of fire spewed from his fingers, hovering above the corrupt and the weak, lancing them with bolts of fire, sending pitiful humans, vampires, werewolves; all of them, skittering for cover like the insignificant mice that he saw them to be. His fingers sought out the saintly white angels, caressing them in waves of fire, vengeful as he watched their wings blacken and scorch and fall to ash in the cleansing conflagration until in the end, there was only him, Kiel, floating above a sea of flames, his hair lifting around his head like a dark halo from the rising heat of the rivers of molten fire below him. And he was free. Answerable to no man, no angel, no God.
And there it was, the moment Sara had been waiting for. She felt Kiel's fingers slacken in her hair momentarily.
She knew that he would be expecting her to try and escape by pulling forward and away from him and instead, she employed the first rule of self defence 101 and fell into his grasp instead of away from it. She arched her back even further as she fell back off the chair, throwing her hands above head as she fell so that she could place them on the floor she flicked her legs up and over his arm as she tumbled so that she somersaulted over his arm.
The downside of the move meant that her hair twisted once more around his wrist, making her feel like her scalp was about to be pulled off and causing tears of pain to spring into her eyes but she landed in a squat on the floor and twisted straight into a crouching pirouette, so that her hair was released from one of the twists. She had to move lightning fast, before he realised what she had just done and without even stopping to think she pushed herself off as soon as her hair was less tight and barrelled forward and up towards his body, sliding her hands over his chest and wrapping them around his neck, almost knocking him off balance with her forward momentum, her face looking up into his as his arm was now pulled around her, his fingers tangled in her hair, still pulling her head back with the weight of his arm, so that she looked up into his eyes, with her own eyes now sparkling with triumphant innocence.
"Oh I couldn't agree more. Personally, I think beds are for amateurs", she said a little breathlessly, flooded with triumph at the success of her move.
