"Who are you, really?" Victor asked me stepping into a shaft of light
"I am a whim of destiny, a universal joke, an eight thousand year old prophesy" I walked around the light he stood in.
"That's what you are, not who," he followed my movements with his dragon eyes.
"I am a survivor in a world that wants her dead," I told him
"Then leave, Jinx" he said as if it was that simple
"Then the world would be dead and I'd have nothing to survive for" I took a step closer to the light, closer to him.
"I guess that makes it hard then" he stated the obvious.
"You have no idea" I looked up at him, in the soft light his features didn't look so harsh, always golden, but not so harsh. His liquid amber eyes looked into my green ones. He touched the side of my face, I jumped back, startled.
I looked up into those eyes and saw no intent to harm, only wanting, pure sexual longing. I wanted this, but whether it was him or the hormones I didn't know. Then he kissed me, and I knew it didn't matter. I opened my mouth on instinct and tried to inhale all of him at once. He with drew, looked at me and raised his brows in question. I pushed him back, trying to get him a position of no escape. He tripped over something and ended up on his back, worked for me. I fell down after him. I flipped my hair to the other side trying to get it out of my way as I leaned down. He lifted himself up on his elbows and reached forward, he pulled off my mask,
"No hiding tonight, Cat."
"No hiding tonight, Victor." He pushed himself up and rolled me over. He moved slowly, almost dream like. His hands were everywhere, just little touches, enough to burn but not enough to satisfy. He traced the outside of my mouth with his tongue, kissed the outline of my jaw, the shell shape of my ear, the arch of my cheek bone, never any where long, never satisfying merely teasing. I was trapped under his body forced to endure this exquisite torture.
He unzipped the front of my suit kissing the side of my neck down into the cleft between my breasts, following the trail of the zipper. He slipped his tongue into the indent of my navel and shivered. I tried to grab hold of something anything, my arms now free. His head was the first thing my hands fell upon and my fingers entangled in his hair, finer than silk. He unhooked my belt and started to move back up, kissing to one side or the other, always changing, keeping me guessing. He peeled my suit off my shoulders, tracing the collarbone with his tongue, nipping at the indent in neck.
He moved back to my mouth and next thing I knew I was naked from the waist up, go figure. My bullet hard nipples brushed against his chest and my hips arched on instinct. His hips ground into mine, and even though the three layers of cloth I could feel his erection. I got the feeling his height wasn't the only thing above average about him. He tore his mouth from mine. I gasped for air, out of breath but for no reason. The temperature of the room felt like it just went up twenty degrees, and the humidity just went to a hundred percent.