Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Seduction ❯ Shadow of an Echo ( Chapter 7 )

Darien struggled to control the squirming girl under him. She was laughing so hard that her ribs ached as his fingers found all the most ticklish spots on her lithe body. She fought to push him off her, but lost miserably. At last she managed to gasp out around the blockage in her throat.

"Uncle! Uncle! I give!"

He sat back a look of triumph on his face as he watched her lay there panting. He felt his heart quicken and pushed at the thoughts that leapt to the fore of his mind as she lay sprawled beneath him. However they could not be budged. She smiled up at him, and shook her head.

"Jerk."

He leaned over her, his weight on his forearms, his breath caressing her face. "A jerk am I? I don't think that's very polite."

She could feel her cheeks become hot as she struggled for breath. He was too close, his body caressing hers lightly, his breath sending chills down her spine to settle between her legs, where his hips were already rubbing erotically. She took a deep shuddering breath.

"Darien…I…"

His lips captured hers and whatever protest she was about to make died under their assault. She sighed against his mouth, enjoying the rush of pure lust that washed over her. His body slid along her and she undulated beneath him, letting him know that she was just as turned on as he was. Her legs hooked around his waist and she felt one of his hands begin to caress her bottom. His lips left her mouth and drew a line down her jaw to her neck. She moaned softly, arching her back. His hand moved from her butt to unbutton the front of her shirt. His mouth nipped its way down to her collarbone and she tangled her fingers in his hair. Moments of passion long passed flashed through her mind. The memory of this man doing unspeakably pleasurable things to her, making her writhe in ecstasy beneath him, seemed to overwhelm her. Every pore was hyper sensitive to his touch.

Darien knew something strange was happening, but he didn't care. It felt so good and so right her have her like this. Her fingers tangled in his hair, then slid along his back. Then she had his shirt unbuttoned and her short nails were raking along his skin, he sucked in his breath at the feel of it, his erection pressing at his slacks, demanding release. How did she always manage to get him so hot all the time? He found his lips on the upward curve of her breasts and couldn't seem to remember opening her shirt. He slid up the soft mound encased in lace and looked up at her. She lay watching him as he closed his lips over her nipple. She jerked beneath him, her body flooded with sensation that seemed to shoot down her spine to settle in her core. He smiled against her skin as he continued to tease her. He felt her hand leave his torso and was mildly disappointed until he felt her squeeze gently at his erection through his pants. He gasped against her skin.

"Serenity…I…"

"Endymion…"

They both froze. Serena released him and he sat up. She tugged her shirt closed her cheeks coloring as she tried to look anywhere but the tent in his pants. Darien stared at her, his eyes wide. What had he just called her? He shook his head and looked at her again. She was chewing her lower lip.

"What's happening to us?"

She jumped slightly when he spoke then shook her head. "I don't know."

Tears touched the corners of her eyes and he moved to hold her, but she scooted away. "Serena, please, don't cry, please."

She looked up at him. "I don't understand any of this. I'm scared."

This time when he reached for her she did not pull away. He drew her into his arms and let her bury her head against his shoulder. "Don't worry. We'll figure this out together."