The Two Kings Part 39

"I'm fine," I said looking away from his intense glare that was trying to pry secrets from my soul.

"You are anything but. What you have seen...all you have witnessed...It is more than any of your kind can endure. So to say that you are fine is not only doubtful but also unbelievable!" He placed his palm round my cheek to bring my face back around to his view, but upon his touching me he found my damp skin there.

"Is this what you call fine?" I didn't answer his question but bit my lip instead. What did he want me to say? NO I wasn't b.l.o.o.d.y fine! I was just nearly kidnapped and then watched my boyfriend rip a van to pieces before turning on the people behind it all. Then to find that it was all down to a bounty on my head that wasn't just going to get old and make people forget about the whole thing!....Umm no, I don't think I was fine, but it's not like I was about to give up on life for it all either!

"That's more like it! For a minute there you had me worried!" Draven said, shocking me enough that my mouth opened to say, "Excuse me?" I mean he had obviously just read my mind but was all of what I just thought a good thing?

"Keira, understand me. If you hadn't been affected, then that would have made you numb and that worries me more than having you 'Freak out' as you put it. You know more than most, that to bury deep feelings, no matter how horrific, is not the way to deal with them. You first have to face them before you can truly let them go or they will remain with you and eat away at you until they've consumed every ounce of you!"

"You sound like a man of experience from this type of thing?" I asked finding it hard to believe.

"Keira, I have many regrets in my long everlasting life. I have sent soul after soul back to where they will most certainly be condemned, over and over again until it soon became second nature to me but that does not mean I do not feel remorse. Of course some deserve it more than most but if I felt nothing then who would I be? Where would be my balance? Good does not exist without the evil and right does not hold weight without knowing the wrong."

"So what you're saying is to feel something, even pain, is better than to feel nothing, even if the pain is spared?" I knew what he said made sense and I was taken back to the sight of Draven saying a prayer after sending Agnomen to face his eternal judgement.

"For a being to feel nothing and live in this world with no emotions, well that would be a frightening thing indeed. Do you not agree?" I nodded in agreement.

"Keira, I want you to do something for me." Draven said this without any tones of authority but it did not lack a certainty that he would get his way.

"What is it?" I asked nervously.

"I want you to come away with me. Somewhere I am sure to keep you safe." He asked me so seductively it was hard not to give in to him for anything he asked of me. But luckily I knew Draven well and all of his tactics. I pulled away from him putting s.p.a.ce between us.

"NO, I am not running away!" He grabbed out to me to pull me back to him but I moved quicker for once. This made him get on the bed to my level. Here, in one quick motion, he pulled me under him and held me trapped.

"You would not be running away, do not view it like that."

"Then how should I view it? It is what it is!" I said stubbornly.

"It would be both of us going somewhere together where we could be alone, alone from everything and everyone who wants to take you away from me." He looked like he was close to begging me but I remained firm.

"So we will both be running away?"

"Keira, I will not allow my pride to be my undoing! If that is what you want to see it as, then I will not stop you, but my love for you runs far deeper than my pride ever will!" He was getting angry but I think it was mainly aimed at himself.

"I won't leave Draven, I did that once before and although it caused me to find you, I don't want me leaving here to be for the same reason."

"And that reason is?"

"Fear!" I said the answer as simple as that. It was always for fear, it always had been. It can be labelled as a new start, starting fresh, finding myself but all the while it was just down to a simple fear. A fear so strong it can change the course of your life. The first time it turned out to be for the better but next time? What the outcome could be wasn't worth exploring. As far as I was concerned, life with Draven couldn't get any better.

Ok, so maybe being with him and not being hunted would be good, but what was the guarantee that evil wouldn't just find us again. I couldn't just leave Libby and the life growing inside of her. Frank and my new friends who accepted me even though they all knew something about me wasn't quite right. That un-blinding faith in me that the ones I loved had in me was something I couldn't walk away from. I had to stay...I just hoped Draven would stay with me.

"Then let it be for love not fear." He tried one last time and held my face still when I started to shake my head.

"Are you saying that if I loved you I would go with you?" This he didn't answer but he didn't need to.

"I could say the same. I could say "If you loved me, then you would stay with me here, because you know how much it means to me." But I don't need to do that because I know you love me and I know you will stay with me...here." He lowered his head in defeat. He let out a breath showing signs of his lost battle and his exhaustion from it.

"And if I took you by force...I take it you would never forgive me for that?" He asked bitterly.

"Draven!"

"I thought as much. Right, then an even more paranoid boyfriend it is then!" He said while rolling off me and I knew he was acting spoilt from not getting his own way.

"There is no reason to over react Draven."

"You know, it's a shame, I think you would have made such a s.e.xy little prisoner." He teased and then before I could make a comeback he shut me up by kissing me so pa.s.sionately I forgot everything we were talking about. We were starting to get carried away, which was fine by me, but Draven was starting to fight with himself. He kept stopping and shaking his head but then he would allow himself one more kiss and his resolve would go out of the window. His hands were searching out for my skin and as soon as he got there we both moaned.

It was like a happy haze that enveloped my mind whenever Draven's skin came into contact with mine. He remained on top of me but felt his way down to hook one of my legs round his waist, causing his want to press tightly against my need. We were now locked together and we both knew how to seal the union, but Draven kept hesitating, taking little stops to calm his breathing.

"Are you alright?" I asked after the third time this happened. He looked down at me with half shock and half guilt.

"Yes... no...I shouldn't be pushing you after all you've been through today, but Keira, I feel that if I don't take you now, then I will explode!" This confession had the added effect of rippled muscles that tensed as his last shreds of control were fading away.

"Draven, I'm not as fragile as you think and if you don't make love to me right now, I will just have to continue without you, and we both know how much you like to watch." With that firmly planted in his mind he let out an almighty roar and was soon kissing my neck as his answer. He kissed the skin at the base of my throat gently but when his hand came up from my side and turned my face, side onto the pillow, I knew what was coming. He held me still with one hand and the other hand caressed an area up from my shoulder.

"Such beautiful skin, like honey and milk." Draven's voice purred in my ear before leaning down to taste me.

"I like honey and milk." His mouth sucked in my skin and he held it there with his teeth. I could feel his canines extending but he was holding them back. I had never felt this all the other times he had bitten me but I put that down to the throws of pa.s.sion. However, it seemed this time he was taking his sweet time. The hand that had been holding my face to the side was now venturing downwards. My top was pushed upwards to reveal my stomach and he seemed to take great pleasure in feeling his way down the length of my body until he reached the waist band of my cotton pyjama bottoms.

He still had my neck in his mouth, teasing and sucking it without actually biting it. I was so desperate for him to rather touch me or bite me I was close to screaming for it. And boy did he know it, as soon as the thoughts entered my mind I could feel him smiling. Then his fingers found the honey pot and spread my folds back to dip in further. I cried out at the contact and could feel my body soaking his fingers. Then he found my opening and applied a little pressure until his fingers teased just outside the entrance.

"Speak!" He commanded and in true Draven style he wanted me to tell him what I wanted. I think he got off big time to hear me asking for it.

"It does, so be a good girl and give me what I want." His fingers teased even more travelling to my c.l.i.toris making me squirm under his hands.

"Pll..eeeaaa...ssseee," I sighed out and this was his green light. He plunged his fingers inside me and bit into me at the same time making me find my o.r.g.a.s.m instantly. I was still riding the waves of pleasure as he sucked the life source out from me. This caused those waves to quickly turn tidal and I was screaming underneath him. I bit into the pillow to try and contain myself but with his free hand he quickly tugged the pillow from beneath me, causing the screams to come to his ears again.

He seemed to love the sound as his sucking intensified and his manhood grew stronger, pressing into me until my leg ached. Then I started to feel a little light headed and my body replaced the tensed muscles with sagging limbs. Draven let me go instantly and placed his hand over the two puncture marks in my neck which started to tingle. He remained there for longer than usual and when I was about to ask what he was doing he shook his head and said, "Ssshhh... relax," in his velvet voice. I did as I was told, closing my eyes and was soon finding my energy returning back to me, like Draven had just re-charged my batteries.

"I took too much from you, and I need you strong for what I want to do to you." He said, once he had finished at my neck and I opened my eyes to find him staring intensely into my eyes. I started to feel my cheeks burn as his eyes took in every curve and line of my face. He was studying me, that much was clear and I wanted to turn away in my shyness, which is strange considering what he just did to me. He ran his fingers across my cheek and down to where his teeth had just had hold of me. I could still smell my s.e.x on his hands and I don't know why but it turned me on even more to know that part of me still remained on his skin.

"So beautiful, so innocent and utterly fragile. Purity at its highest existence." He looked as though he was saying this to himself as he kept his eyes down making his long, thick lashes cast shadows under his eyes. Like this, his features looked so soft and young. Like this, he was a lover not a fighter, and a man not a king.

His fingertips travelled down the hollow of my throat and kept on going until my top prevented it. This was when a naughty smile curved up on one side of Draven's lips. He looked as if an idea just entered his mind and before I had chance to ask, in one quick movement he rolled onto his back and pulled me with him. I was now staring down at him and sat straddling his stomach with my knees either side of him. My hair fell to one side making the end of the plait tickle his upper arm. He didn't giggle like I would have, as I don't think a man like Draven ever would but instead he let out a deep, throaty laugh before moving it further up my neck.

"Did that tickle?" I asked mischievously.

"No, of course not, a man like me doesn't get ticklish," he said trying to be serious but doing a lousy job of it. I raised one eyebrow at him making him smirk.

"Really? Then I'm afraid I will need proof on the matter...just to be sure, you understand"

"But of course...be my guest." He said motioning with his hand up and down his body.

I cleared my throat before saying, "Umm I think I will need that removed before I conduct my research." I nodded down to his clothed chest and he looked down at himself.

"I accept that, you may proceed." He said in over exaggerated sn.o.bbery. I tried to hide my smile which must have been displayed as coy. He raised his arms to rest behind his head in the ultimate relaxed pose. I started at the bottom of his Grey T-shirt that was already showing a line of skin before the waistband of his jeans. A little trail of dark hairs could be seen making their way down to join the other thicker region that surrounded his manhood.

"Oh, I think I'm going to enjoy this." I commented making him try very hard to hide a smug, 'the cat got the cream' look!

I decided that slow and extremely gentle was the way to go and as I gripped at the material ready to pull up I purposely let the tips of my thumbs touch his sides as I pulled it upwards over his rippled stomach. Even then I could feel him shudder under my touch but when I looked up at his face it was still set in neutral. I was going to have to try harder!

He let me pull it up and over his head which now revealed his wide, naked chest. His solid muscles, even when relaxed, looked deadly strong. It had me wondering if he could kick a van to one side, being that strong on his lower half, then how much could he bench press with huge muscles like that!?

I thought I would go straight for the money and work at his sides, they were always a sure bet to get anyone squirming. I first used my fingertips and ran them upwards moving so slowly it all looked like slow motion. He flinched when I neared his underarm but still his face was set in stone.

"You're going to have to do better than that my dear." He said being c.o.c.ky but I had to admit, it sure looked like he was loving all this attention! So I tried another tactic. I went back to the beginning and this time used my nails. I ran them up and down each time getting further up to his underarm. Each time I got closer, I could see him trying harder to resist the urge to laugh. I smiled at the sight of a victory that was so close to being mine.

"You're breaking Draven," I warned but he just shook his head although I noticed he kept his mouth closed.

"Ok, you asked for it, time for hard ball!" I squirmed further down his body and I heard him groan, only for a different reason. I lent my body downwards so that my mouth was just over the skin on his sides. I looked up before doing anything, to find his eyes closed and I wanted to laugh at the sight of him biting his lip. I didn't touch him once but what I did do was a far worse tickling torture. I sucked in a lung full of air and blew it out over his skin so softly I felt his skin p.r.i.c.kle up. I dragged myself up the length of him until I had reached the top but only found my disappointment when he hadn't made a sound. d.a.m.n him he was good!

Right this was it, my last play. I moved back down and this time I did make contact. I started to kiss his velvet, golden skin, first over his stomach then down to his sides. I made sure to make them a light as humanly possible and as I made my way up I could feel his muscles flexing as the intensity of it all was becoming unbearable. I got closer to his arms when I heard his noises of gargled laugher. I wasn't content with just winning, I wanted to push him over the edge so I climbed his body until my lips were above his. He was about to kiss me but I pulled away and shook my head.

"My game, my rules, so hold still and see if you can take this big boy!" I said making him smile at my aggressive tone. Whatever he thought, he did as he was told anyway.

"Close your eyes please."

"Please? I didn't think demanding, girlfriends used words like please little girl?" This made me growl a my little pet name and he laughed, which I caught by saying, "HA got ya!"

"Doesn't count, vixen!" Now this pet name I didn't mind so much.

"Fine then...close your eyes and shut up man slave!" I said trying to sound domineering but once again he laughed.

"That was adorable!"

"Draven!" I warned making him comply.

"Right...sorry mistress." He teased but I let it slide. I let him control his smile until both his mouth and eyes were closed and relaxed. Then with a fingertip I started to trace up his jaw line to his lips. I began tracing the outside of them with such a gentle touch that I could tell he wanted to have me taste them. I then decided to use my nail and drag it across making them twitch. I got even closer and brushed my lips along, stopping to wet them with my tongue, this was his limit...only one of a different kind.

"Enough!" He shouted as hands came up making me jump when they grabbed the tops of my arms. He then pulled me roughly to his face and kissed me with a desperate need to have me. He held the back of my head and shifted his weight up so that he was sitting with me on his lap. He turned my head and deepened the kiss until every inch of my mouth was explored by his extremely experienced tongue.

Then he moved his hands down to grip my backside to lift me up. He shifted underneath me and I knew why as his extending manhood came forward. It must have been annoying him the way it was before. He grabbed my top and did the same thing that I had done to him not long before, only he did it with a lot less grace, as the top flew over my head, only needing to break our kiss for less than a second.

We were now both topless in each other's arms and I held onto his shoulders as he explored my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His palms kneaded them like dough and his fingers and thumbs caught my nipples between them making me squirm. Of course every time I wriggled he would grow firmer until his want pressed painfully against me. There wasn't enough room down there for all three of us!

"I want you!" He breathed in my mouth and the words would end in a deeper kiss.

"Yes...yes," I replied breathlessly wondering if it even made it pa.s.sed my lips.

Being at this point with Draven was like falling into a black hole. It was an endless state of want, no, not want but need. Like if he didn't take me soon I would never stop falling, I would never land. I would be forever somewhere in between belonging to myself and Draven. And I wanted to belong to him with every beat my heart made. I wanted him to take me, to be inside me so that we could merge our bodies, our souls and our everlasting love. It would all be one.

I don't remember feeling him removing the rest of our clothes but when I looked down there was ripped material in pieces around us. I gathered that Draven couldn't wait either because after lifting me once more he hovered me over the growth of him. I felt the end wet and mingle with my own wetness.

I wanted it so badly I could have shouted out to the heavens but I knew why he was waiting...I had my eyes closed. See the thing with Draven is he is all about reactions, my reactions. He likes to experience mine as he makes me his own, as he fills my body with more pleasure I can take...he likes to watch. So I opened my eyes and stared into his.

"Good girl!" He said before letting gravity take care of the rest. He shot up through me, making me scream at the extreme pressure having him inside me felt like. He was big, there was no getting around that and I don't think it helped that I was small but somehow we just fit. I don't know how he didn't hurt me as much as he should but his movements were gentle to start with, so as that I could adjust to his size. And boy did I.

The rhythm picked up as Draven lost his gentle control. He did most of the work, holding my behind in a firm grip and moving me to his tempo. I, of course, didn't care what song it was, it was all amazing to feel. He seemed to know exactly the right moments when I was close to finding my release because he would pick up speed to drive me over the edge. He seemed to love the feel of my muscles constricting around him inside of me because he would close his eyes and lift his face towards the ceiling.

Meanwhile I was digging my nails into his back and screaming out in a pleasure so great, I could hardly stand it. I didn't know how many o.r.g.a.s.ms I could take and every time Draven seemed more eager to push the limits. My limits that was! He slowed down slightly to allow me time to regain my breath but it was only a minute and then he would be forcing my body down on him once again with a furious energy. I was panting and every twinge of great pleasure had me gripping onto him once more. Then this time he lent me back so my b.r.e.a.s.t.s came forward and protruded from my chest. This gave him full access as he clamped his mouth around one nipple and began to suck.

I found this so fulfilling that it only took a few seconds to make me cry out mercy for I was coming yet again. He loved it but this time he couldn't stop. He carried on pumping and sucking so that I wasn't the only one finding my release. He held on to my back as he thrust up one last time then I felt the shuddering of him exploding inside me. He cried out a growl and then bit down on my nipple like a wild beast, sucking the blood out from me which in turn caused me to experience an o.r.g.a.s.m within an o.r.g.a.s.m. I came like never before and ended up collapsed on top of him.

That's when everything went dark.

Chapter 42 .

Cruel interruptions.

I don't know how I got to where I was now but it was beautiful. It was a golden meadow that glistened in the sun's rays. Little daisies danced in the gentle breeze and when I looked down my skin was covered in a flowing white material that seemed alive. It snaked round my shoulders and worked its way down my naked body like it owned me. It was almost like invisible hands were behind the way it moved and when one side cupped my breast I was convinced it was Draven's doing. Where was I?

"Draven!" I called out but my voice echoed like I was somewhere else. It bounced off walls that weren't there and came back to me. I tried again.

"Draven, where are you?" I called out but once again it didn't come from my mouth, it came from a memory I couldn't see. I held my hands up to my throat but found other hands already there waiting for me. They weren't my own. I turned quickly but found no face to blame. I wished I could just relax into this dream world but my uncertainty wouldn't let me. I started to feel cold and held my arms with my hands. I felt safer hugging myself but not safe enough. I started to feel a presence close by but not a soul, apart from mine, was in this golden circle. I looked around more closely trying to study my surroundings.

There was a dark forest that acted like bars of a cage, edged around the sides that blocked any other view beyond. The trees seemed to sway from side to side like they were caught in a secret storm I couldn't see. The white sheet had pulled in tighter forming its self around me like a second skin. It tingled under the sun and sparkled as though wet. I lifted the ends that skirted around my legs and held it to my face to find that it was wet. It smelled like blossoming lilies and felt like it was made from their petals.

"Why am I here?" I asked out loud to no one but I was answered by a whisper that came flowing out from deep within the deadly looking forest.

"Because I want you!" It wasn't a voice I recognised and made me shudder from the possessive tone from which it spoke.

"Am I dreaming?" I asked nervously while holding myself.

"You are." The voice made me jump as this time it came from close behind my ear. I could feel a large body behind me and I instantly relaxed as I knew it to be Draven. I felt his large hands rest on my shoulders and his fingers curled up to hold my neck.

"Why am here if I'm asleep?"

"Because I can control your dreams." Once again the answer blew into my neck, covering me in a calm haze. I felt my tensed muscles lose tension and I lowered my body slightly.

"Why would you want to?" I asked, feeling like a child.

"You ask a lot of questions don't you?" His deep voice held humour which I found strange. It felt different to how I imagined it would. I don't know why but something deep inside was trying to tell me something was wrong. Hands then tensed around my neck into a hold before a more urgent voice spoke.

"Don't listen. Just hear my voice, take it in and do as I say,... yes....say yes to me." I was slipping away to somewhere I knew I would most certainly be lost. It felt like I was drunk but at the moment you say to yourself "You're drunk!" I knew it was wrong whatever it was but I couldn't stop myself from saying "Yes!" causing his hands to relax.

"Good. Do you like it here Keira?" His hands ran down to my sides because my body started to sway. I was drifting further down and could only nod my answer.

"Would you like to stay here, here with me....forever?" It was such a seductive voice that there wasn't one fibre in my body that could have said no. I truly wanted to stay. I wanted these arms to remain around me till the end of time. Keeping me safe from everyone who wanted to hurt me. My mind flashed back to Morgan and my prison. My concrete cell that was a bas.e.m.e.nt in h.e.l.l. I saw myself being touched by unwelcomed hands as they roamed my body, invading my soul with venomous thoughts. I saw myself crying in my sleep as I pretended it to be in my dreams but deep down I knew it was real, I knew it was happening, that's why I cried. After these visions stopped the arms that held me pulled me closer into a deep cage of muscle and bone.

"I would never let anyone hurt you...Never!" He said in anger and I had never believed in a voice with so much certainty before this moment...even if it was all a dream.