Fan Fiction ❯ Shaz... ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Her feet carried her forward while her mind reeled with possibilities. He could have armed guards on the staircase ready to ambush me, or maybe just booby traps and all I have it is a bullet cloak and a gun. Jeez, Shaz, you really let your guard down this time. If he does shoot you, or betray you, you definitely deserve it, she thought silently to herself. Then her mind was assaulted by unwanted thoughts, He must really have an effect on me, and I wouldn't be going in if he didn't. If he was just some thing I was interested in…damn how did I let my feelings get the better of me? She growled a little bit, angry because she knew her body had betrayed her, it was her body then and her body was urging her on now.

She moved slowly up the spiraling staircase, cautious but excited two warring emotions that were beating at her like hammers in her brain. She almost turned back until she saw the recently lit candles in the crevices of the stairway.

"Nicolai," she murmured holding it to her heart like a promise. His gestures were little but touching. However, it wasn't until she came upon the first rose and it's petals that she began to smile. She picked them up, finding herself moved by the fact that the roses were devoid of any thorns. She knew in her mind that he hadn't done it himself, but in her heart, she liked to believe he had.

Soon, her arms were full of roses as she came past the final step and found herself in a very elegant room. It had dark maroon velvet drapes, a mahogany four-poster bed, and a small sitting area with black leather high backed chairs. It was a modest room, but she liked it, it had taste.

At a sound from behind her, she twirled to face it; pricking her finger on a lone thorn and with a cry, she dropped the flowers and brought her finger to her mouth.

He looked concerned and then a little angry with himself as he mumbled, "I thought I got them all." He stepped over the fallen flowers, closing the distance between them. The tension in the room increased dramatically. She looked into his eyes as he drew her fingertip from her mouth and kissed it gently, before drawing it into his mouth. She blushed and allowed him a moment with her fingertip before drawing it away and holding it behind her back, her body nearly burning up with just that small display. She had to get away, away from what he made her feel, away so she could regain her control, away from the burning feelings he was conjuring in her. She found a seat in one of the black high backed chairs tossing her bullet cloak over it, and sat curling in on her, her feet under her. Get yourself together Shaz! She nearly screamed at herself, melting because he sucked on your finger. Others have sucked on different parts of you and you'd been less thrilled, in fact, you beat their faces in. How can he just make you feel like that?

He looked at her silently for a moment, has she changed her mind about me? Is she coming to tell me to stay out of her life forever?

"Is everything all right?" he asked cautiously, his mind reeling with ways to get her to stay if she decided she didn't want him at all now.

She looked at him for a moment, a glance of utter confusion flickered in her eyes before it was replaced with calm indifference.

"Nicolai, I know virtually nothing about you and now you want me to pledge my life to you? I promised my father that I would give my heart to one man, let him protect me, let him cherish me. How can I be so sure that man is you?" she said as tears welled up in her eyes only to fall onto her black top

He stepped closer and knelt before her using his thumbs to wipe away the tears from her eyes. He smiled as he said, "You don't. You just have to learn to trust me." The more he looked at her, the more the pleasant, but painful ache was returning. His gaze drifted, from her beautiful green eyes to her lovely face, down to the ivory column that was her neck, down, down, down.

When she realized what he was looking at, she blushed and took a breath making her chest swell invitingly. The breath slammed out of his lungs and he had to close his eyes and turn away. Damn why is she so perfect?

"Nicolai, are you alright?" she asked tentatively, her fingertips brushing his chin. He gently grabbed her wrist and placed a soft, gentle kiss in her palm. She smiled and blushed drawing her hand back and placing it over her heart to stop its frantic beating. Get it together Shaz, if you don't you're gonna have a heart attack!

"Have I told you how much you mean to me?" he asked becoming fully aware of how full, hard and heavy he was becoming. His pants made him grit his teeth as they became far too tight.

"No," she whispered as her midnight voice caught with a sudden ache. "How much do I mean to you Nicolai D'Angelo?" She looked at him through hooded eyes, looking down so he couldn't see the hope that flared in them, so he couldn't see the longing, or the desire, or the love that was beginning to bloom.

Look at her, he thought; even when I'm here pouring my heart out to her, she's still challenging me.

"Shaz, I…" he began but opted for the chair across from her mostly for the reason that he could cross his legs and she wouldn't notice what just looking at her did to him. " Shaz, I can't think straight now, I can't sleep, I can't eat without thinking of you. It scares me, me Nicolai Michael D' Angelo," he emphasized the point by bringing his hand up to his chest, "that I may only be obsessed with you, but I think. I think that I love you Shaz, and you mean the world to me. In two short days, you've become the most important thing in my life. I know that it's wrong of me to ask you to trust me, but Shaz I think I love you."

Even though through his entire speech she was telling herself, all right Shaz, you aren't going to leap into his arms, you aren't going to leap into his arms. She did end up letting her lower lip tremble as she stood and moved toward him, giving a little cry as she kissed him roughly on the lips. Her way of telling him that she had been feeling the very same things but couldn't say them; wouldn't say them to him.

He slowly wrapped his arms around her and drew her closer into his lap, her knees on either side of him. He softened their kiss, making her lips melt against his. Suddenly, he didn't care if she felt the other part of his anatomy that wanted her so bad. His hand drifted down as he pulled her waist against him gently.

She blushed a bit when she felt him poking into her stomach, but smiled at the thought that she had made him that way. She opened to the sweet invasion of his tongue when he traced the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue. He delved into the dark cavern of her mouth. It tasted sweet, intoxicating, and addicting. "I could become addicted to kissing you Shaz," he whispered against her lips. Laughing she kissed him again, "That could be a good thing." He lifted his hand away from her waist and slid it beneath the skin clinging black tube top, his hand brushing the underside of one full breast.

She gasped into his mouth, finding herself arching to his touch as he cupped her breast and teased her nipples into hard pebbles. She groaned and kissed him in desperation. Finally, she couldn't stand it. She growled pulling away from him. He looked as if he were about to argue, but shut his mouth quickly when she crossed her arms over her chest and began the slow rising of her shirt. He just stared, his eyes searching her face; she looked doubtful for a moment. Good going Shazza girl, he didn't really want you th-

However, her thought was cut off as he leaned forward and licked around one dusky nipple as his other hand kneaded the other breast.

The breath left her as if she'd been punched in the stomach, but even as she felt like that a burning started from her fingertips. From her fingertips, to her toes, to her feminine core, she felt as if she no longer had blood in her veins but had molten lava.

Shaz, think THINK is this what you really want? It was she wanted this she wanted him. She'd think about the strings later.

With a mischievous grin, she pulled her fingers from his hair and let them fall down his arms until they rested on the noticeable bulge in his lap. She gently raked her fingernails over the clothed bulge and closed her eyes as she felt his hips rise and heard his strangled cry.

"Oh Shaz what you do to me!" he exclaimed wrapping his arms around her waist and standing pulling her waist tight up against his continually thickening member. She gasped and moved against him unthinkingly, a great sexual beast emerging from deep within her. He took a step back his teeth clenched tightly before moving toward the four-poster bed.

She gave a startled gasp as he lowered her onto the bed and blanketed her body with his, his hands moving down to remove her pants and whatever else she may have to hinder his exploration of her. His fingers traveled over her body as if worshipping her. He tossed her pants toward the middle of the room and shrugged out of his shirt and pants too. Kissing her deeply, he slid his body over hers, moving his kisses to her jaw, his body arching in preparation.

"Wait," she murmured into his ear, her hands stilling him for a moment, "There's something you should know."

Oh great, he thought, she's married.

Her hand moved up to stroke him boldly, making him groan with frustration, but before he could do anything, she tightened her grip until the pain overwhelmed the pleasure. "Shaz?" he asked, his voice filling with panic each passing moment.

"If you tell anyone this I will rip it off, Nicolai, but my name isn't Shaz, well it is now but before my father died my name was Geneva," she murmured against his lips before letting go and stroking him to a fiery passion again.

He relaxed against her and smiled, "Geneva," he murmured into her hair as he lifted her hands to guide him into her soft sheath.

He slid into her slowly, oh so slowly, and it was a burning out of control feeling as he slid all the way in. She tilted her hips against him, a soft moan escaping her throat. He rocked back and thrust in again.

A fleeting thought passed through her head, we didn't use protection, but before she could analyze it further, he was moving faster. He was bringing her to a fever pitch, her legs wrapping around his slim waist pulling him farther into her body, wanting his invasion. He kissed her softly, catching the mewling sounds that she made beneath him. He pulled away just as she reached her climax, screaming his name out for all to her, he thrust into her one last time sending his seed deeply into her, and he collapsed on top of her, spent but happy.

"Geneva," he whispered, brushing her violet hair away from her face as he placed a small kiss on her forehead.

"I'm Shaz now, I was Geneva before, don't forget that," she mumbled as she clenched her inner muscles making him grit his teeth as he began to swell again inside her.