Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dejavu ❯ To do it. ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Kaiba closed the distance between them, crushing her mouth with his. It was not so much a kiss as a first volley on the field of battle. Isis's entire body jerked in reaction. The movement didn't free her, but made her intimately aware of the shape and power of the man who held her. Her arched back flattened her thighs against his, and Kaiba thrust his hips forward so she cradled him.



Isis couldn't believe this, but it felt so good she didn't want to stop. Isis didn't say anything; she let her body do all the work. Isis's breath came shallowly as Kaiba lifted his mouth. She couldn't return in his embrace. The arm at the small of her back was like an iron bar, and the fist he made in her hair tilted her face toward his.



He watched her as she moan in pleasure, his blue eyes burning cold as he took in her pale complexion and the flushed, swollen line of her mouth.



Kaiba bent his head slowly, tugging on her braid and exposing her throat. His lips settled on the curve of her neck, and he tasted her skin with the edge of his tongue. Her pulse beat frantically against his mouth. He touched the hollow of her throat. He touched the hollow of her throat, the underside of her jaw. His lips sipped her flesh. His teeth caught the delicate gold chain at her neck.



She moaned out his name, "Ah, Kaiba, do it, do it now." she ordered. Kaiba looked at her with his blue eyes, "If you're going to moan out my name, call me Seto." he teased. Isis felt as if her heart was going to burst. Kaiba looked at her again triumph edged his cool smile.



He caught the corner of her mouth as she tried to turn her head. His tongue traced the closed line of her lips, not pressing, merely learning their shape. He moved on; grazing her cheek, her temple, then lower to the sensitive hollow behind her ear. He kept her head tilted upward with the lightest pressure of his thumb. Kaiba hands slowly wander to Isis's breast.



Isis's groan his name out loudly, she then looked at Kaiba, "Aren't you suppose to watch the duel?"



Kaiba shook his head, "This is my blimp, and I get to do what I want."



She didn't push against his shoulders or try to slip from his grasp. Her arms dropped to the side of the bed. His hand slipped over Isis's cream gown, he then slipped the cream gown completely off Isis's body. His thumb made a pass across her nipple, and he felt it harden.




Isis was arched over Kaiba's arm as he began to lower her to the bed; his tongue was making a damp trail from her shoulder to her breast. His teeth caught her nipple. He felt her shudder. Kaiba's mouth closed over her breast. His lips on her skin, his tongue laved the swollen tip of her breast; his teeth worried the hard bud.




Kaiba's hand reached and stroked her flat belly. Each pass brought his fingertips closer to where her thighs were pressed tightly together; each pass forced a fractional parting. Kaiba lifted his head from her breast. This time when he touched her cheek with his lips he tasted her flesh.



There was no anger in the way he touched her, no edge of steel or hint of conquest. Kaiba's lips moved over hers, insistent rather than forcing. His tongue slipped along the ridge of her teeth, and her mouth parted under his. He pressed the entry and engaged her in the kiss.




He guided her the rest of the way down the bed and removed his arm from behind her back. He deepened the kiss, winding his tongue around hers, then teasing her with just the taste of him at the tip of her mouth. When she raised her face slightly in response to his withdrawal, he drove his tongue around hers. The intent of the kiss was clear.




Kaiba raised himself on one elbow and looked down at her. Fire light bathed her face. Her mouth was damp. The lower lip was faintly swollen and it was trust forward in a sulky, sensuous line. She was watching him; the centers of her violet eyes were very dark and very wide.




His fingertips grazed her cheek, then her jaw, and finally slid along her throat. He watched his hand move slowly over her skin, following the flicker of light and shadow. Her breasts were pale and tipped in virginal pink. Her flesh swelled in his palm as he made an almost weightless pass across one.




His fingers drifted down and were dragged lightly along the center of her abdomen. Isis moaned, and closed her eyes. She felt like she was in heaven.



Kaiba's body restrained her but not heavily. One hand rested on her shoulder, and his leg lay across both of hers. Isis was weighed down more by her own need than anything that was done to her. She moaned softly as he lifted his mouth. Isis's skin was bear naked.




"Look at me," he said.



Her eyes opened and she stared at him. His face was close to hers. His mouth hovered about hers, and when he spoke his breath was warm on her lips. He told her she was beautiful. The flush that filled Isis's breasts and cheeks with heat vanished. She was suddenly cold all over. For a moment she didn't breathe. Her body was still as stone beneath his and almost as lifeless. Kaiba stared at her.




Kaiba knee wedge between her thighs. His hand slipped along her rib cage, past the inner curve of her waist, then across her hips to finally press lower and more intimately between her legs. He cupped her virgin and his fingers parted her moist, silky passage.



Isis pushed against the bed, trying to escape at first, then only trying to feel more. Her back arched and her hips lifted. As the heel of his hand pressed against her sensation rocked her forward. She was damp where his fingers touched her at first and wet where he explored later.




Kaiba had forgotten that the door was unlocked, but who cares, no one on earth would dare distract him. This was the game he wanted to play all year. It's time to show her what's he's made out of. It's time to have taste of dejavu.



"Do you know what you want?" he asked against her mouth. Isis shook her head.


"Shall I show you?" Before she could answer he slipped one finger inside her and on the next stroke, he slipped two. Isis raised her knees; her heels pushed against the bed. Her eyes were closed again, and if he had asked her to look at him just then, she would have only been able to look away.



He swallowed her low keening cry with his kiss. He could almost feel the shimmer of heat under her skin. It rushed up from the center of her and spread out across her taut belly and breasts. A flush followed in its wake, and tension extended the tips of her fingers outward, strained the smoothly muscled line of her legs. Kaiba held her there, teetering on the brink of pleasure, letting her experience the first faint stirrings. The rhythm of his stroking changed and slowed and finally stopped. Isis was breathing hard.



Kaiba was hardly breathing. Isis slowly got on top of Kaiba, "Seto, I want you in me, I can't take it anymore."


Kaiba looked up and smiled at her, "Your wish is my command." Kaiba slowly went inside her. "Ah...Do it harder." she moaned.



"Let me get on top of you, it'll be easier." he suggested. Isis didn't listen, "Fine, have it your way." He said.


*****Outside of the room*********


"Where's my brother, I been looking all over for him. He's suppose to be downstairs watching the duel." Mokuba thought to himself as he climbed the step. "He could be in the room resting, I'll take a look." Mokuba walked you to his brother's room.



Without thinking, he opens the door wide. As soon as he saw Seto and Isis both naked, he froze. Isis was on top of Seto, Mokuba's eyes were wide open. "Seto?"


Seto jump in surprise when he saw Mokuba. He quickly covered himself, "Mokuba?!"



To be continue............



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