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“How is Jacob?” He asked. The dying sun reflecting on his hair made it look even more alive, and orange.
“You should visit him, and find out yourself,” she replied petulantly. She hoped she was succeeding in hiding her fear.
“He is a strong old man, stronger than you think! I have a lot of friends to catch up with as well.”
“All of them old apparently.” She shot back. He seemed closer now or maybe it was her mad desire, amplified by the fear that wanted him closer. She wanted to run, but she wanted more to stay. Besides she was not sure that she could escape him now even if she wanted to.
Lucius laughed at her remark: a cruel growl more like, resonating deep within his chest. He moved closer to her. There was something irritatingly sexy about Yuri at the moment. His hunting instincts told him she was cowering with fear, but also defiant, resistant to ultimate surrender. The perfect prey, she was impossible to resist. He was upon her in one graceful step. Her liquid, questioning eyes looked up into his greenish gold jewels in askance: goading and foreboding all at once. She wanted him to own her, all of her. She could have followed him anywhere. She gasped, her breath cut short when he took hold of her chin. His touch warm against the cold, surrounding gloom on the top of the lonely hill. His kiss was warm, tender, but hungry. She could feel blocks of muscles she had only read of in text books rippling beneath his tank top as he held her tight. His arms like a locked cage, and she his helpless victim. She almost melted at his touch, waves of excitement rippling through her body like bolts of lightning, activating all her nerve endings, reaching nooks and corners within her long forgotten, and never before discovered.
Lucius growled, grabbing her at her waist, and hoisting her up with unbelievable ease to set her against the sturdy door. Formerly he had towered above her, coming down to bestow hungry, lustful kisses on her but now her head lay level with his, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, freeing his hands to explore her exquisite body. Yuri gasped, and then moaned as she climbed the ladders of pure excitement as his hands explored her defenseless body. His hands were adept at unfolding folds, and knots that scoured her body and Yuri wondered dreamily at the sheer strength, and skill of the man.
Lucius, was aware of the primal nature of the attraction he shared with this woman. Her rapid heartbeat beating within his hyperactive ears, created a savage backdrop to all the feral instincts bursting to be released and appeased. He forced the door open with his free hand, and carried her in to the darkness of the reception room inside. He set her down to the floor and switched on the lights, then carried her off to the nearest sofa, which lay across a huge arch, in one of several sitting rooms within the mansion.
For a mansion that had the look of having been abandoned for decades from outside, the house was surprisingly warm. Lucius pulled her clothes off slowly, but with the same confidence, and determination of a conqueror which Yuri found so enticing, and intoxicating. She gasped in naked, silent wonder, beside her herself in anticipation as she watched the tank top fall off to reveal the most amazingly sculpted set of muscles she had ever had the privilege of beholding. Yuri still harbored fear, and felt a rush of excitement as Lucius looked upon her with a hunger that she never thought possible. She felt enveloped in his desire, yielded to it as he descended on her left nipple. She grew hot, and shivered with desire in tandem with the deep, feral growls that emanated from his chest.
Her moans echoed across the empty house as he caressed the inside of her rounded thighs, gently spreading them apart. She lay now on the couch, while he knelt on the area of the carpeted floor between her legs. Her manicured fingers were wrapped around his orange head which worked away at her nipples. His free hands explored the narrow crevices where her torso transformed to the most exquisite hips, as well as the inside of her warm, moist thighs.
He was teasing her, building her up to a climax. Each moan that escaped her parted lips, amplified by his ears, drove him mad with desire. He kissed her belly slowly, but hungrily, he was a bundle of comparisons and contrasts. His head was soon between her thighs, exploring the warm, moist folds that lay hidden therein like treasure oases in a light-skinned dessert.
