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For a moment, he hesitated. He still had a choice. He could return to the safety of his path, leaving her alone, or he could continue on this path and risk everything.
His heart had already made the decision for him. His feet simply followed through, guiding him along the path that would merge with hers very quickly. He was still listening intently to all the sounds around him. He knew the risk if they got caught, but he also knew that no one would see them if they slid into one of the dead ends and remained hidden there.
Finally, a glimpse of her silhouette appeared before him as the wall of greenery opened up a path. The foliage and lush vegetation around her made resemble a lost fairy who had somehow stumbled into the world of the humans. Whether she arrived out of sheer curiosity or something else was unknown. Suddenly, he wondered what she would look like with her hair down, spilled over the soft bed linens, her porcelain complexion sinking into the paleness of the sheets. How he longed to caress her, to touch the milky softness of her skin.
A bird chirping somewhere in the distance brought him back to the present moment. He was faced with another decision here. Just keep on this path or turn left. He quickly hastened to the left. She was right in front of him. She moved surprisingly effortlessly, both arms spread wide to her sides as she was feeling the walls that closed around her.
Unexpectedly, the gravel rolled underneath his shoes. She instantly stopped. He swallowed heavily before taking another step to her then another. She did not say anything. He wondered if she knew he was behind her the entire time. What could have given him away if that were so? His scent? The sounds he made while walking? Or was it even something as invisible to himself as his own breathing?
Then, to his utter surprise, she continued walking ahead in a slow calculated manner as if she knew exactly where she was going. He remembered the plan of the maze. He had visited it several times with his mother who showed him all the most beautiful, secretive places in it. He knew it like the back of his hand.
An irresistible urge to touch her washed over him. His hand extended towards her. She was at an arm’s reach.Not yet.
They kept walking like this, one after the other in silence. He did not even bother to walk silently any longer. He watched as her fingers touched the leaves and shrubbery around her, allowing the bushes to guide her. When she finally reached a fork, he gently nudged her to the right. She did not even flinch at being touched by him. She took a few more steps then he took her by the hand and swirled through several passageways, always listening whether there was someone around. He tried to keep his gaze averted, for she was almost excruciatingly attractive this afternoon. Her hair shone like gold, and her porcelain visage begged for his caress.
When he finally reached a small, hidden chamber in the maze which could be reached only by those who knew of the existence of this place, he allowed her to stop. He swirled around her, not daring to touch her. Not yet.
“Why are you following me?” Her voice was melodiously decadent, reminding him of everything prohibited that belonged to the privacy of four walls.
“You know very well why,” he admitted, his gaze lost in the lines of her face, saving them to memory.
Her lips parted, her warm breath spilling over him like silk, rendering him completely helpless, frozen in time, and unable to leave her.
“We should not be here together,” she said with a trembling voice which was down to a whisper. “Sarah will wonder where we are if she reaches the center of the maze first.”
The risk of being caught here was omnipresent although they were hidden by lush greenery and able to hear an oncoming threat. Yet, he knew he should release her, only the hold he had over her was not physical. He had not even touched her yet. She was here of her own accord. She could leave any time she pleased, yet she did not.
“We shall say we both got lost,” he said, unable to take his eyes off of her.
She smelled so delightfully feminine. He wished to inhale every inch of her being to see whether she tasted as sweet as she smelled, like some exotic fruit ready for the taking. He wondered if she longed for him as much as he longed for her.
He took a step closer to her. Now, they were standing so close to each other that her breasts were pressed to his chest. Even through the numerous layers she was wearing, the corset and the gown, he could feel her heartbeat. The thought of her nipples hardening underneath all that fabric made his manhood jolt in his trousers. All he had to do was think of her, and it would awaken. This desire for her was undeniable, unquenchable.
She was so utterly beautiful as he drank in the sight of her. He could not remember the last time he had been so affected by the sight of a woman he had not bedded.
“I wish you could see what I see when I look at you,” he said, having no idea where that thought came from. In the blushing sunlight that fell on her face like a veil, he could see her for what she truly was. A beautiful, strong, brave woman. Brave enough to face him in the maze of a public place but still trembling like a leaf in the wind.
“True sight does not come from the eyes,” she suddenly replied. “You see from here.” With those words, she pressed her hand to his heart, feeling his heartbeat, robbing him of the ability to speak.
There was nothing else to say. Not with words, anyway. He wanted to show her all of him, to find out all there was to know of her. He pulled her closer to him, so close that they almost merged into one body. He had completely forgotten where they were or what they were supposed to be doing. His lips fell upon hers, and she reciprocated with equal fervor and equal passion. Their connection was instant, like exploding thunder and completely overwhelming them. He felt as if he had been waiting years— long, hard years— to kiss her again, and now that he kissed her, he realized that the wait was worth it.
Her arms locked around his neck, and her fingers slid into his dark curls. It felt like collision that would end the entire world. This kiss was even more charged than the previous one. The desire that burned deep inside their souls was real, fueled by their words, their touch, and their very presence. He never knew such hunger for another woman as he slanted his mouth over hers.
There was not time for finesse. He was desperate for more time with her, more time to learn what she wanted and how she wanted it, but time was not on their side. It was slipping away like minuscule grains of sand from the palm of his hand. His slid his tongue into her mouth, exploring. His hand trailed an invisible line down her swan-like neck and cupped one of her perky little breasts. It fit right into the palm of his hand. He wanted to rid her of the gown and pinch her hardened nipples, take them into his mouth, sucking and nibbling, but he could not do that.
Immediately, he pulled away. She moaned in protest. He pressed his lips even harder against hers, making her quiet, but it seemed that the risk of being found out only increased their desire for each other. He could barely control himself with her, and it was scaring him.
As he kept kissing her, he could not banish the image of burying his cock into her soft, velvet wetness. As if reading his mind, she clutched him harder, her nails digging into the back of his neck. A lioness was awakening inside of her, matching his own sexual energy.
He spread her legs with his knee, planting his thigh between her legs. He could feel the heat emanating from her, the sheer desperate need. She started to grind against him, and the kiss suddenly became a battle for power as her entire body melted into his, becoming one.
Then, a ray of reason pierced through the shroud of complete obsession. They could not continue with this. They had to stop. He still did not hear anyone approach, and that was for the better. He would rather have broken his own arm than tear his lips away from Bridget’s, but tear away from her, he did. Immediately, he felt a gaping hole where her lips had been, and he knew nothing would ever fill that void save for her.
He gazed at her, mesmerized at the sight. Her cheeks were flushed to a deep red, her lips slightly swollen like two strawberries. She seemed breathless, just like himself. Respectfully, he took a step back. A few curls fell over her face. Their kiss had almost ruined her hair, something that might be treacherous in the eyes of someone who would know what to look for.
“One moment,” he told her, taking a slightly misplaced pin out of her hair and gathering the stubborn strands, setting them into place once more. “There. No one will be any the wiser.”
“Apart from us,” she smiled mysteriously. All he could offer back was a cheeky grin. This woman disarmed him completely without even knowing what she was doing to him. How completely and utterly odd and unexpected.
