Freed

V

Darryn Steele awoke to the subtle scent of enticing aromas coming his way. He frowned for a moment ,then remembered that he had a guest in his house.

Katrina, his intriguing guest.

The previous night plight came like a flood submerging him.

'The urge to kiss her had been so overwhelming that he could hardly resist. The fullness of her lips, her wild dilated pair of mesmerizing eyes, the shape of her breast molded to visibility by the robe, even her hair seem to make her more enchanting and angelic, he wanted to give more than a kiss.

His fingers splayed across her cheeks, his lips just touched down on hers. She should have protested furiously, stopped him or even jump up and run, but she did not, It seem to give him the lead.

He touched down and parted her lips and the tip of his tongue slipped between her hot wet lips. She arched to touch him and he felt her fingers move over his face, he felt her caress sensually into his hair, and then he looked into her eyes,searching........

He saw in her eyes for a split second something fascinating, beyond his comprehension. It disappeared immediately as it appeared. Sanith suddenly returned, she jumped and drew her hands to her mouth, as a stricken light appeared in her eyes.

"Kristina?" He didn't finish ,she ran quickly climbing the stairs.

"Kristina!!!"He called again louder this time, she halted but didn't look back. She was shivering uncontrollable, he could see It.

" I'm sorry" he heard himself say, his voice sounded husky. She didn't reply instead she made her way quickly past the stairs and to the hallway, Seconds later he heard a loud slam.

He cursed bitterly kicking at nothing in particular. Couldn't he control himself, his desires. But then she responded to his kiss, he could vouch for it,she responded like she felt your mistakes, what was he thinking?'

The enticing aromas brought him out of his reverie, he gave himself a benign tap on the head, a form of chastening. He walked to the bathroom,showered quickly, threw on a pair of jeans and hurried down the stairs barefoot, a denim shirt held slung over his shoulders.

He should be feeling remorseful or rather awkward for trying to kiss her last night, but he wasn't what he felt was the urge to see her, hear her melodious voice, touch her and kiss her again, if will allow.

She was an early riser, and she seemed to rise in a surprising fair disposition, especially after the was she had left him last night.

"Good morning" Kristina said as soon as she saw him at the doorway. She was still wearing his robe, but she too had been in the shower.

Her hair was still wet,slick, damp and combed back from her face. She hadn't a stitch of makeup on and yet it just made her classics features more beautiful, and he'd never known that the simple scent of soap on females flesh smell quite good.

" Morning " he finally replied, watching her closely, searching for any sign of awkwardness or uneasiness. But there was none, nothing.

She was acting as if nothing had happened the previous night.

Still in the midst of making breakfast,with the bacon in the platter, but she was rinsing strawberries in the sink. She had already brewed the cappuccino and poured the juice.

"Did you sleep well??" He asked her

"Wonderfully, like a log and I must say that's the most comfortable bed I've ever been on " she said cheerfully, her eyes sparkling.

"Thanks"

He walked around to pour the cappuccino, dropping his shirt on the end of the counter, as he did so Kristina's eyes flicked over his bare chest, gazing a little too much. She flushed slightly as his eyes met hers,locking.

He crunched a piece of Bacon louding,watching her as she bent a little to adjust the waffle iron. She was damp and robed and when those mesmerizing eyes were on his he felt something that could be damned quickly ignited. She should have been uneasy, but this morning she was just as cool as could be. He knew she was hiding things, but by god when the time came he won't hesitate, he'd extract every bit of what she was bidding.

"Could you hand me a plate?"

He did so and poured the cappuccino. With mugs in hand Darryn walked past the counter area and sat in one of the window seats. He set the mugs down on the ledge. Kristina brought the plates over and set them down and then she started back into the kitchen.

"Where are you going?"

"To get the juice glasses"

"I'll get them" she sat and he went for the juice glasses, then he returned and curled his feet beneath him. They sat so close that that his toes brushed hers and it occurred to him that he was comfortable here,with her. He wanted her, he couldn't remember wanting a woman quite the way he wanted her.

But all those things were nice too, seeing her face ,sitting by her ,watching her smile and just talking. Hearing her melodious voice.

As he sipped his cappuccino he thought, she could make a really good cup of cappuccino, he mused.

He leaned back against the seat, looking out acoss the window.

It was now raining terribly, he discovered from the window seat though. It was beautiful, dark, but beautiful. As the sky was now cloudy and has started to roil in gray with large drops falling and falling.

She was watching him,he realized

He smiled and said "I love rain"

"So do I, except when I catch a cold"

He chuckled and raised a dark brow.

"Seriously, you know that feeling of déjà vu . when I was little I so much loved rain that I felt cheated each time it was raining and I stuck in bed,between thick sheets, I use to feel terrible and sad.you know that feeling, don't you?" As she spoke she closed her eyes, looking upward. "The gratifying feeling that comes with every tiny droplet" she spoke again without waiting for a reply.

"And then I'll lift my hands and start singing one of my favourite rhymes,'if all the rain drops were lemon drops and gum drop, o what a rain that'll be', juvenile right??" She asked and laugh, her melodious laughter causing havoc in his inside.

He was just staring,her face has suddenly become enchanting,she looked all woman first and then vulnerable and fragile the next second. He didn't even know that he had been ogling, not until he heard a soft cough from the woman he had been staring at.

"Sorry" he said ,snapping out of his ogle and digging back into his food.

"So......??" Kristina drawled.

"So..... What??"

"Tell me a little about yourself. What do you do for a living?, do you have parents?, any siblings at all?" She asked butting into her waffle.

"I should be the one asking you" he said, eyeing her waffle filled mouth.

"Why??" She said and swallowed.

"I saved you ,remember?. I deserve an explanation"

"Oh really?"

"Hmmm"

"Okay. you already my name Kristina will, I'm twenty three years old, I've lived with my mom all my life, like forever until........., I don't have a father,maybe I do, but I don't know him. My Mom is ......" She stopped,she couldn't continue, couldn't tell him about her wanton actions,she knew she should be tagged a witch,leaving her mother alone to die,it was wanton.but she knew Mario would be coming and he'd help her mother, because staying any minute and getting caught would incur his wrath. She wasn't only fleeing away from her mother but also her sadistic abuser.

"Kristina??" Darryn said waving his hand in front of her.

"Earth to Kristina!! In a reverie again,I guess"

She moistened her lips . he was staring at her, again.

"No....no... nothing" she stuttered " Now about you"

"I'm Darryn, thirty years old, I love movies ,video games and of course wrestling"

"Seriously??"

"Seriously what? Too old for my age or too juvenile?" He asked sarcastically.

"Quite the opposite" too ravishingly young and handsome for your age, she thought.

He smiled' he should ask her,demand for more explanation ,from why she was running, where she was running to and who the hell she really was. But no ,hell No; he wasn't spoiling the fun if the moment,or ruin the aura. He'd probably wait for the right time an demand all concealed secrets revealed.

"Are you done?" He asked reaching for her plate.

"Yes, yes!" She agreed, giving him the plate.

He took her plate and looked at the bacon remaining. " you're not hungry"

"I ate"

"Yes, I noticed, waffles." His eyes met hers.

There was something curious about his gaze, something that warmed her. She flickered her tongue over her dry lips, how could she explain what she was feeling?

She leaped up and asked "more cappuccino?"

Without waiting she picked up their empty glasses and moved to the kitchen. He followed her, setting the plates in the sink. Kristina walked back for their mugs and refilled them. When she turned he was right behind her.

"Well, we've had breakfast, what do you want to do?" She asked him.

He gritted his teeth.

There was no way to tell her what he really wanted to do. Fall on her. Right there, right now.

"Let's play games, shall we?"

****

They ended up doing the dishes before settling in the sitting room to play chess

During the chess game, he didn't offer her the first move . he was black and he took it himself, breaking out his bishop. She was a timid player. She started with a pawn , then she realized that he was going to pull out his Queen and send her into Battle. Immediately, he'd eat her alive if she didn't begin to find some defensiy strategy.

He was playing quickly,too quickly she decided if she played in a calm, considered fashion, she might do all right. Twenty minutes later, she had his knight and his bishop, but he had one of her bishop, her rooks and two of her pawns and was relentlessly pursuing her queen.

Darryn eventually caught her queen and checkmated her king, frustrated she surrendered.

He suggested a movie and dragged down the big pillows front the sofa for them to lean against. They sat for hours, eating a piece of bacon,while they sat and watched the movie.

She hadn't realised she had been dizzy or dozing, not until she felt him sweep her into his arms.

Her wide eyes met his

" I'm taking you to bed" he said " you fell asleep without finishing the movie an I didn't want you waking with an arched neck, either"

She clung to him while he climbed the stairs watching the black of his eyes.

They reached her bedroom, and he laid her down on the black sink sheets; staring at her face. The sun had set and the evening light,flowing through a ascented his features, making his hard handsome face more pronounced than ever, and arresting.

She could feel his warmth, he wasn't really touching her but she seemed so close, and so tense again, watching her, Just watching her.

Then she felt him, touching her, his fingers threading fingers into her hair , tilting her head. She was filled with the warmth and taste of him in a way that she had not imagined.

It was different, it felt different from Mario's, Mario? Who the hell was he.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes looking at him, she saw Darryn's face change to Mario's coming down to kiss her, she blinked looking up again. Darryn lifted his mouth from hers. Her lips felt damp, swollen, so tender........

He was pushing at the robe from her shoulder, his kissess fell on the exposed parts, moved along her neck. The robe fell farther and farther. He rose and then his eyes were fixed on hers, he smiled wickedly.

She blinked again looking as Mario smiled back at her.

" No, no, leave me alone!!"

She wrenched away from him, pushing him away from her almost naked body.

"Get out of here, get away from me!!"

"Kristina!?" He called,holding her wrist.

Oh Dear not my wrists, she thought. She felt vulnerable and benigh each time her wrists were violently held. But it seems her wrists were not held too tight, unlike Mario.

"Get off me please!!, Mario"she cried shaking as tears silently slipped her eyes.

'Oh no! Not again.' She wouldn't allow another abuse, was she being abused??.