Escaped Brothel Beauty - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

She looked up at him, her turquoise eyes catching the light as they walked. There was a soft glow in her eyes now that hadn't been there when she'd ran hell bent at him. Her mouth curved into a soft smile, her lips damp and glistening. They were a little wide, but full and very kissable.

He was deeply intrigued by this young woman, he watched her from the corner of his eye. Sliding off his coat, he hung it over her shoulders. Smiling, he gave a slight bow as he walked, "I am Derek Nathaniel Cross. I hope you don't mind coming with me, I am going to meet with a longtime friend of mine. For now, that is all I believe you need to know. It is rather a matter of national importance that what goes on tonight at this meeting remains a secret."

Marissa wrapped herself tightly in Derek's coat, sighing and snuggling into the fabric. She received a nose full of his scent, her eyes closing and rolling back in her head slightly. She wasn't cold, but the warmth of the coat brought an exhaustion that was beginning to make it hard for her to keep her eyes open. Yawning, she stepped closer to him and rested her head against his arm, letting him lead her down the street to his meeting place.

"Derek..." she mumbled his name groggily as she stumbled along beside him, her hair falling into her face, obscuring her face and eyes even though she was practically asleep walking at his side. The adrenaline was gone now, swept from her body on the breeze when they'd begun walking in the opposite direction of her old captors. Yawning again, she stumbled, her head jerking upward, eyes wide as her heart thudded against her chest. Mumbling, she looked up at him, "I need to rest." her legs were weak from running, her eyes fluttering closed again as she continued beside him, leaning on him for support.

Derek's body stiffened slightly. He was accustomed to his space but Marissa was an exception. Her soft warmth didn't bother him. Instead, he had to struggle with the urge to reach his hand out, the one she wasn't leaning on and caress her cheek. He contented himself to smile as she stumbled and jerked awake alongside him, "Alright little dove. Come along." stopping, he looped one arm around her shoulder blades, dipping and scooping her into his arms, cradling her against him, like one would a small child. They arrived at their destination soon enough.

The tavern was old, but in exquisite repair, the wrought iron and dark, hardwood and leather and wrought iron were in perfect order, the establishment seeming an odd clash of class in the hovels of the poverish district they were in.

"My friend owns this tavern. Complete with rooms. We shall set you up in a room first. Once I am done with the meeting, I will have to share your room. Do not worry though. I can sleep on the floor or in a chair. You will have the bed." though he smiled down at her, his tone brooked no argument. She was getting the bed and he'd get what was left, even if the bed happened to be huge. Gently he tucked his coat a little tighter to her.

Marissa kept silent. She was too tired to argue with him about the sleeping issue. She would've been mumbling gibberish at this point in time. Her face was buried in his chest slightly, her breathing deep and soft. They entered through the back entrance, Derek forcefully tore his gaze from her. Damn her, she'd been melting into him steadily. Her eyes were so warm and soft, he would've risked doing to her what he'd told the brothel workers he'd down to her. Finding a dark area and seducing her.

He couldn't even recall the last time he'd bedded with a woman. Worse, this woman, this girl, was so young, so innocent and utterly trusting of him. She'd curled herself in his arms, her face nuzzling his chest in her sleep and he'd felt a fire in his belly. He was glad to be holding her to his chest. If she was riding his waist, he was sure she'd wake up knowing what was going on with his very male and extremely disobedient body.

Ordering a room, he crept upstairs to the appointed room. He gently laid her on the bed.

Marissa felt every move he made in her light sleep. Feeling something soft beneath her. She knew her dress wouldn't do. Opening her eyes slowly she looked up at him, "Thank you... but if you would kindly excuse me. I'd like to get out of this dress." Sitting up, she began unlacing the dress.

Derek was at the door, not noticing that she'd begun unlacing the dress. Turning back to let her know he'd return in two hours time, all that came out was a whispered groan that was oddly strangled. He shut the door, cursing himself a bastard and a fool with every stride he made to her bed and leaned toward her, "I am a fool. A damned selfish fool, but I cannot leave you yet."

Taking her cheek in one hand, he lowered his lips to hers softly, with only a hint of wanting more, but mostly just warmth of his lips on hers softly, sweetly.

Marissa gave a soft unsteady half gasping breath in as his lips pressed to hers. His lips were warm and delicious as they rested against hers. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her first kiss, soft, gently, tender it seemed. That is not the type of kiss she had ever expected. She expected to be kissed like all the other girls at the brothel. Hard, desperate, possessive.

Something stirred in her lower abdomen, a scary, but wonderful feeling she'd never felt before. She was surprised when he purred into her mouth a soft gasp escaping her as his other hand slid up her leg, hip, her side, to move into her hair.

His kiss deepened in pressure, still remaining soft. She felt his tongue at her lips, teasing them open. He forced himself to pull away from her. Panting, she stared at him as he tried to say something. Confusion filled her face, as he searched for something right to say.

Shock filled her face at his words, surprise at his own words showing slightly in his face as well, "I want more, Marissa. If you do, if you feel that burning in your blood, I shall be back in an hour. But I cannot fulfill either of us now." his forehead pressed to hers, his lips brushing hers gently before he moved, kissing her neck and running his tongue along the edge of her ear.

A gasp and soft moan escaped Marissa. Their scents were arousing them beyond belief. Her scent was driving him mad and making him forget his promises. Jerking back from the her, he ran his fingers through his dark hair, smiling shakily at her, "One hour my little one." with that he was gone, leaving her to stare at the closed door that he'd retreated through, her lips puckered slightly, eyes wide with a wild hunger she'd never had.

Continued in Chapter 3