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Date Posted: 06:19:17 10/21/06 Sat
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: WNPP-p-203-54-24-93.prem.tmns.net.au / 203.54.24.93
Subject: Chapter 81 ... (suggestive)
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "The Rising Dragons ... continued ..." on 07:24:08 09/23/06 Sat

Chapter 81(S)


Michael kissed her fiercely.

Flicking the tip of his tongue just past Nikita’s lips, he pushed it deep into the sweet depths of her mouth. He swirled his tongue around teasing Nikita before enticing hers into his own mouth. Their tongues kissed and mated out of sight. Tangling his hand in Nikita’s hair, Michael played with her soft tresses, holding her to him as his tongue caressed the soft depths of her mouth. He pulled back once or twice only to return to her lips and begin his exploration anew.

Sucking Nikita’s tongue into his mouth he played erotically with the tip then pulled away teasing her yet again. Michael was driving her wild with need while their mouths duelled and searched for more connection in a game that had their feelings reeling with anticipation. Their breathing was heavy with the intenseness of their joined kisses. Michael couldn’t taste enough and Nikita wouldn’t relinquish his mouth as kisses with no beginning or end nearly asphyxiated them. Moaning, they bruised each other’s lips then broke away only to draw in oxygen before their lips mated once more.

Nikita was so aroused by his actions that she writhed against him. Michael had unleashed her inner emotions. “Aaaahhh!” She moaned softly parting her lips inviting him to touch and taste her again.

Cupping her chin in his hand, Michael obliged. He turned Nikita’s face up to his for more of his intoxicating caresses that made her pulse race, then he kissed her tempting mouth once more. Thrilling shivers of pleasure danced along Nikita’s spine as all the way along her jaw line and down her neck, his teeth nipped at her skin with moist, hot kisses. Her head fell backwards and Michael pressed his advantage. Nikita’s chest became exposed by the plunging neckline of her gown. Her skin beckoned for his caresses and Michael took the opportunity to navigate down her breast bone with open mouthed kisses that lathed her sensitive skin.

In delirious abandon, Nikita swayed against him. Her breasts brushed his chest. Circling her hands around Michael’s back, she wound her fingers into the unruly curls at the nape of his neck pulling him nearer to her. He felt the exquisite torment as her fingertips fondled his head. Her splayed hands held him captive but Michael had no intention of moving away. Nikita’s gentle touch sent a rush of heat straight to his groin.

Palming her breasts, Michael pressed them firmly with his hands. He felt Nikita’s aroused nipples against his palms, the pebbled nubs caressing his tactile skin. With dextrous fingertips he tugged at them as they budded against the material of her top. Moving the material away and lowering his head, Michael’s lips sought her hardened nipples capturing first one and then the other with torment. Nikita’s hands pressed his head closer to her chest incoherently muttering her approval of his actions again.

Continuing his torment, Michael dragged his head back up to her lips; she crushed them to her own feeling her effect on him as well. His body had become so much more aroused than when they’d danced and the evidence of just how much was now fully felt. Rocking his body against hers in knowing intent, Michael pulled Nikita hard against him so close to each other that nothing could separate them. Opening her legs with his thigh he pressed forward nestling against her warmth while running his hands up her thighs and over the swell of her hips.

Nikita’s body was going to jelly.

Her mind gave way to euphoric feelings as sensation after sensation rocked her off balance. Before she knew what was happening she found herself moving backwards as Michael manoeuvred them closer to the bedroom.


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Pulling Nikita a little closer, Michael inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. Cupping her bottom he lifted her from the ground and her legs encircled his waist. Nikita’s shoes fell to the floor with a thump, but it was the thumping in her chest that resounded louder in her ears. Snaking her arms up around his neck she nipped at Michael’s bottom lip with her teeth breathless with anticipation of what would happen next. Both were impatient to know what it was like to make love with each other again. They had been desperate at the inn on Lamma Island ... but tonight it was different. They already knew what it was like to lose themselves in the heady warmth of each other’s body. Tonight though, hunger went beyond impatience. Tonight there was a mutual need caused by their long separation just like their first night on the boat in Lyons. Michael knew it ... so did Nikita.

He walked them into the bedroom bathed in muted light. Nikita slid down his aroused body and her wobbly feet touched the ground unsteadily. She leaned against his strength and sighed his name in supplication. Then, in the deep recess of her mind she heard Michael say softly, “Raise your arms Nikita.”

Somewhere in her muddled brain she complied.

Gripping the hem of the top of her gown in his hands Michael raised the material gently over her head exposing her taut breasts to his gaze. His heart almost seized in his chest. The sight of her creamy, flushed skin caused him to inhale raggedly. Nikita could barely think rationally ... she could only feel. Michael smoothed back wayward tendrils of hair from her forehead and face capturing her gaze. The top of her gown nonchalantly fell from his hand to the floor. Michael looked his fill before palming the sides of her swelling breasts. His lips placed burning open-mouthed kisses to Nikita’s chest and over the soft swell of her cleavage feeling the rhythm of her heart beating against his lips in synch to the beating of his own. Lost to her … Michael buried his face between the soft swell of her chest finding comfort in her arms.


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Desperately wanting to peel away every scrap of his clothing and feel Michael’s solid warmth against every inch of her, Nikita in turn about, pressed her hands under his jacket hurriedly pushing it from his shoulders. Helping, Michael pulled the cashmere fabric from his body. It fell to the floor to join Nikita’s top. With trembling fingers she tugged at his tie managing to loosen the knot before it too joined their clothing on the carpet. Trailing her wayward hands downwards, she next sought the buttons of Michael’s shirt. In her haste and urgency to feel his skin against hers, Nikita inserted her fingers in the silk fabric, ripping the buttons from their holes and exposing Michael’s chest. Reaching out her hand, she pressed it flat to the middle of his torso. He was so hot to the touch.

Tracing his skin, she explored the contours of Michael’s naked body. Her hands glided across his abdomen reacquainting her to the feel of him under her hands. Michael sucked in his stomach muscles quivering with desire. Everywhere Nikita’s touch glided wrecked havoc on his equilibrium. It was Heaven and hell simultaneously as her fingertips brushed against his taut nipples. Inhaling sharply, blood pounded throughout his body when she scraped her fingernail over his sensitised skin leaving a trail of welts across his chest.

God she loved the feel of his skin against her fingertips but he was oh so dangerous. Michael Samuelle ... was a very dangerous man. He was dangerous to her sanity ... her peace of mind ... but most of all to her feelings. Nikita felt a rush of adrenalin of just how dangerous he could be to her senses. He had the power to cast a spell over her that she never wanted to break.

His groin tightened and desire for Nikita consumed him. Michael studied her with hooded eyes. He sucked in oxygen but a breath caught in his throat as Nikita pressed her body closer until she was flush against him. Wrapping his arms around her, bare skin slid over bare skin. Michael turned his head to kiss her, but Nikita had other ideas. She kissed him first. Nipping at his skin, her mouth was hot on his jaw ... then his neck ... then his lips. Her nails scraped tantalizingly across his stomach teasing him as he’d teased her. Sucking in a raspy breath, Michael nearly snapped. Impatiently ... he pulled Nikita hard against him.

Moaning softly she rose up on her toes, hooking her arms around his neck kissing Michael on the mouth. Nikita’s kiss sent his senses reeling. Raw hunger consumed them. Lifting her off the ground, they lost their balance and tumbled onto the mattress. Nikita landed on top of Michael’s strong chest. Their legs entwined as her thigh pressed up against his groin. Encircling the back of Nikita’s neck, Michael pulled her face down to his for a punishing kiss that was seamless. Breathing in her musky scent, he tasted the sweet, dark recesses of Nikita’s mouth with assertion as lost to her as she was to him.

Two inaudible moans echoed in the room as they neared the point of no return.


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