Chapter 49

Richie shivered against her soft lips, the nightmare was still so damn clear in his mind, turning his skin to a clammy chill.

“You had a bad dream ‘is all.” She cooed to him, her palms stroking the sweaty strands from his face. Opening his eyes, he found her doe like irises shining in his, soothing him, chasing the nightmare farther back into the recesses of his mind.

She shifted slightly and he became aware of how intimately they where entwined. Her slightness covered his nakedness, tiny breasts flattened against his chest, her smooth thighs straddling his own.  A rushing river came to life and he swallowed. His body was instantly awake and fully alert, savoring the contrast of her curves against his own, his body yearning for the release only her body could give.

“You want to talk about it?” She caressed the stub on his cheek.

“No.” She might just burst out laughing and it might just bring out the violence simmering below the surface.

Feeling hurt by Richie’s abrupt answer she sighed. Nothing was the same between them anymore. They were practically strangers living together in one room. Her wounded thoughts were ripped out of her mind as she found his dark head between her breasts, his tongue darting at her skin, turning her into burning coals of desire.

Her soft sigh filtered into his cloudy mind and the silent permission spread his palms, pushing her even closer to his body, his hands slid down towards her perky little buttocks, lifting her easily to melt to him just as he had longed to do for quite a while.

With massive hands massaging her buttcheeks and his mouth causing havoc on her senses, she held on for dear life. Her blood was sloshing through her body, her womanhood flooded with warmth, her nipples puckering painfully. He was all man, the only one she wanted, needed.

She was putty in his hands, squirming, breathing into his ear, touching him at the right places, fueling the storm brewing inside.

The tiny slip of material slid freely to the floor, affording Richie the pleasure to relish at her petite perfectness. She was like a butterfly, mysterious and fragile but so intensely beautiful you cant help but touch….

A flash shot through Ksenia’s mind and she stilled, her mind was playing games with her, distorting Richie’s gentle lovemaking into the frenzied touch of a vile creature…Forcing herself to open her eyes she trained her face on the dark hear snuggled so close to her, willing herself to take pleasure in his passionate kisses, his warm embrace.

Richie felt her froze and slowed down, he was so fucking hot and maybe in his rush he pushed her too quickly. Easing his grip on her buttocks he stroked towards her ribcage, cupping the small mounts in his hands, he kneaded, molding them slowly, nipping at the rosy nubs.

An uncontrollable moan slipped from her throat, she arched gracefully into him, affording him more contact. Her hips flicked unexpectedly, grinding against his painfully swollen erection and Richie grunted, squeezing her breasts in reaction.

“You’re hurting me…” the fear flashing in her eyes caught him off guard and he dropped his hands.

“I’m sorry honey..but fuck…I….sorry.” She didn’t seem to hear him, her wetness dripped onto him, her hips rolling rhythmically, stroking his manhood. “God sweetheart!”

Capturing her lips with his, the kiss was searing, his tongue invaded hers, crushing into her lips, his teeth grinding.

Cruel hands captured her body, sharp teeth slicing into her lips….Ksenia whimpered. Reality and past were in full battle, each fighting for its place in her mind.  Her hands clawed at Richie’s shoulders, pushing…pulling back. She wanted to run… stay..it was Richie remember? Or was it? Pain and pleasure jumbled her thoughts even more, trickery caused mayhem with her body, passion pulsed in her womb, fear freezing the blood in her veins.

Writhing above him, Richie mistakably took it as a sign of eagerness, lifting her easily, he poised her above him. Sliding into her slippery cavern, he groaned as pleasure travelled down his spine, shooting into his shaft.

Locking his huge hands on her hips he lifted her hips, initiating the slow ride. The moment he was fully sheathed  within her glorious heat, instinct took over and he thrust once…Ksenia’s cry of terror was like a cold shot of water in his face.

One look at her terrified face and he halted. Her cavern tightened into a choking hold, refusing to let up. Her body coiled like a snake, her eyes wild.

“No! NO! Please I can’t do this…I can’t!” Knifing off of him, she went into a flat run, slamming the door behind her.

Confusion wrinkled Richie’s forehead, shock turning his features to a lighter shade of pale.

“Ksenia?!”

She didn’t answer, she wasn’t able to, her heartbreaking sobs filtered through the door.

Richie stood up, as his fingers touched the door, he heard the cold sound of a key turning in its lock.

“What the fuck did I do wrong? Ksenia talk to me for fuck’s sake!” Realizing that the sharpness of his voice will only do more damage, he stepped back, throwing his head back he took a slow, long breath. His body was shaking, still in the throes of pleasure it had just experienced.

“Honey, please talk to me. What is going on? Did I do something wrong? Please talk to me…”

His soothing voice did nothing for the freight train of terror bombarding through her gut. She felt dirty, and she was hurting…literally.  How could she let Richie touch her? Was she turning into a $3 tramp?! Sinking down onto her knees, she cradled her stomach, the pain coursing through her speared into her nerves, leaving its scars deep I her soul.  Vicious fangs and blazing eyes assaulted her thoughts and she whimpered…will it ever stop? Please God make this stop!

Her sobs snowballed into gasps of hysterics, Richie’s fists balled. He could take this door down right now, but SHE locked HIM out. She didn’t want him! Electric blue eyes and shiny fangs loomed in his mind’s eye and he stumbled from the door. Ksenia wasn’t his anymore…He reached for his clothes. Why couldn’t he just accept it?

“If you wanted him, you could have said so. It would have made it easier on both of us. Damn you two to hell.” Each word spat from his mouth.

The slam of the door smacked his words right into her brain.

“Richie! No!” She unlocked the door and tore through it.

Staring at the open bathroom door, she turned her face towards the hotelroom door. He had left her, she was alone. Shaky legs forced her to sit down and she plopped onto the couch where they had shared intimacy, just moments before. Richie’s scent was strong in her nostrils and she breathed in the heady scent. Reaching for her nightie, she slipped it on.  Grabbing the pillow, she slammed it into her face, holding his scent right there. Tears seeped into the pillow and Ksenia gave full reign to the agony, releasing the pent up emotions she’d been holding in since the repulsive weeks…the long, lonely years she spent as the Professor’s prisoner. The dam walls shattered, tears soaked the pillow, the only witness to her pain, the cold, dark night…or was it?